Once upon a time there was a demon pass

The pale Liu Yu kept clutching his chest, and the moment the woman got close, his energy surged.

A huge black pupil flashed behind him, and suddenly, the pupil opened, shattered, turned into black air, and merged into the woman's body.

The woman was stunned for a moment, Liu Yu jumped up, a dagger appeared in his hand, and swiped across the woman.

But in an instant, the woman came back to her senses and took a step back.

Even so, a bloodstain appeared on his arm.

"Black pupil?"

"The Liu family?"

"I really want to consider working with you!"

"What a fool."

"There's still a mood for chatting."

The voice of the man wearing the hat became colder, but he stopped watching the show. The black cat flashed by in the dark night, and five scratch marks appeared on Liu Yu's chest.

The blood kept spilling out.

"Ah..."

"Late... late."

"The breath has already locked her, even if I die, she must be buried with me."

With a muffled grunt, Liu Yu leaned on the wall and stood up with his arms trembling slightly.

Looking at the woman opposite, a smile barely appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"What is black pupil?"

The woman's expression became serious, and she looked at the figure behind her and asked.

The voice hidden under the hat is still cold: "Hei Tong, the Liu family's inheritance in Mocheng is awakened, and his combat ability is not strong, but he can see through falsehood, and he can also use his life to leave a mark on people."ъ

"Anyone who leaves a seal is the target of the Liu family's murder."

"As long as you master the secret method of the Liu family, the imprint will be as dazzling as the sun."

"Maybe I can cooperate with the rest of you Soul Hunters."

As the sound fell, the black cat figure that was perfectly integrated into the night flickered again, and its eyes suddenly shone like a phantom, and the next moment it appeared in front of Liu Yu like a teleport.

Blood gushed out from Liu Yu's neck.

The pupils are slightly dilated.

Leaning against the wall, panting heavily, he barely raised his head, looking in the direction of Mo Academy in the distance, his vision gradually blurred.

"After all...is it still too weak..."

There was a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth, and finally fell powerlessly to the ground.

Blood spilled.

soaked in dirt.

"The body is handled by itself."

"Notify the other members of your Soul Hunter organization to come over."

"As for yourself, find a way to live a few more days and explain the funeral."

Leaving cold words, bowed his head and left.

There was no emotion in the voice, just indifference.

The woman's face was slightly pale, she gritted her teeth and took a deep breath: "Do you really think I was scared?"

"One mark, you want to kill me?"

Even so, her trembling hands finally betrayed her heart.

Picking up Liu Yu's body, he opened the courtyard door and walked in.

……

At the corner of the street, the old grandson who was always smiling and selling Liangpi wiped his hands with a towel, watched the man in the hat go away from a distance, sat on the horse, took out his mobile phone, found a number and called .

"Hello, dark pavilion?"

"I just discovered a person who is suspected to be a high-level person of the cult organization. I guess she should be the goddess of the cult organization, Qiu Xiaoxiao."

"I'm just guessing."

"You can adjust the surveillance cameras on Yulin Street and Sanma Road to find a person wearing a big hat."

"Then seriously trace his movements."

"Perhaps we can deduce his hiding place."

"Of course, this person may avoid the camera on purpose, but at least it proves that the cult goddess has come to Jiangcheng, and I'm afraid she will make a big move."

"My surname is Re, and I am called an enthusiastic citizen."

Hang up the phone, pull out the calling card, break it off, and throw it into the trash can beside it.

Mixed with cold skin again, the face is still so unpretentious.

"Why hasn't the guy selling pancakes come back yet?"

"Could it be that I forgot to bring the paper?"

Muttering in his mouth, Old Sun bowed his waist and walked deep into the street.

Standing at the crossing, his nose twitched slightly, he sniffed lightly, and frowned.

Bloody smell.

Seeing the claw marks on the wall in the distance, Old Sun didn't go deep, but retreated slowly.

"Are they crazy, killing people from Mo Academy at this time?"

"Are you confident?"

"wrong..."

"The task she arranged for me is to disturb Jiangcheng, so Mo Academy will definitely come forward to suppress it."

"If she makes some other moves to attract the high-level forces of the Mo Academy, the result will be a vacancy inside the Mo Academy."

"So her goal is something in Mo Academy?"

The old grandson went back to the Liangpi stall and sat down, thinking about it constantly.

If you put yourself in the role of a goddess, what will you do?

"How do you calculate, I am that cannon fodder."

"No wonder I was transferred to Jiangcheng."

After reaching the final conclusion, the old grandson's face was a little ugly, he took a deep breath and stood up: "I'm getting old, I can't do it anymore, close the stall and close the stall."

Mumbling, pushing the cart away.

"As long as the Goddess attracts all the attention of the Mo Academy and the Dark Pavilion, it may not be that she can be used as cannon fodder. I will take things."

"Even if I can't get it, as long as the goddess dies here, I can still live."

"My brother is gone, and my sister has no need to live!"

A murderous look flashed in Old Sun's eyes, he walked around the corner, straightened his back in the blind spot of surveillance, took off his coat, put it on again...

After a long time, a fat middle-aged image appeared.

He has a simple and honest smile.

Finally, he came to the vicinity of Mo Academy, took out an envelope, handed it to a beggar in the distance, gave him another 100 yuan, stood in the corner, watched the beggar knock on the gate of Mo Academy, and then turned and left .

Mo Academy, under the double-layer high pressure of the dark pavilion...

Goddess probably won't feel better for some time to come.

And he, who has taken over a large number of believers, may not be able to jump out of the role of cannon fodder and stand outside the chessboard to watch the excitement.

The only thing he doesn't know now is what the goddess' goal is.

In short, it must be in the ink academy.

But judging from the number of believers who flooded into Jiangcheng this time and heard him control, it must be a big move.

It even surpassed that of Zhong Yushu.

Too much.

There are more than a thousand people under his control alone.

And he believes this is just the tip of the iceberg.

After all, his job is just cannon fodder.

In other words, thousands of cannon fodder.

Calculated in this way, according to the consistent style of the divine religion, the benefits must far exceed the number of sacrifices, so...

This thing is amazingly valuable.

Even in the eyes of the gods, it surpassed Zhong Yushu.

For a while, Zong Ren became a little expectant.