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After everything was done, only Zhang Yiyan was left lying on the ground. Lu Wei finally felt relieved, finally in his hands. He walked over and kicked him, but before he could kick him, he was thrown away by Wan Ya! "Don't touch him!"

Wan Ya didn't even give Lu Wei an extra glance, but just took two steps back. Seeing this, the Sun Slayer and the Gravedigger also took two steps back, but the latter quietly sent a signal to wave his men.

Lu Wei stumbled to his feet and cursed, "Fuck you!!!"

Before he finished speaking, his eyes widened in horror!

Zhang Yiyan stood up slowly and stiffly in an extremely twisted posture, his body making crackling sounds. His neck seemed to have lost its support, he looked up at the sky, his mouth slightly open, "Ha~~~"

The sound of the breath was like a ghost from hell crawling through the chest. The person who heard it felt his heart rise to his throat and got goose bumps all over his body!

"Crack!" With two sounds, the neck twisted backwards, and the face fell backwards. There was a little red mark between the eyebrows, which was so red that it seemed to be dripping with blood!

The iron cage and the octagonal cage were in the back. Le Sheng was so scared that he hid in Chen Hao's arms, trembling, "Brother Zhang has mutated!"

"what!!!"

Screams resounded throughout the auction hall! Zhang Yiyan tilted his head back, opened his eyes suddenly, and stared at the people in the octagonal cage with his double pupils, scaring them to scream.

Zhang Yiyan turned around abruptly, facing them head on. He exerted force on his feet and jumped onto the octagonal cage. His five fingers formed into claws, grabbing the gaps in the iron net.

The double pupils scanned them one by one. The screaming person had his mouth covered. He swallowed hard, and waves of panic surged in his heart.

So this is what double pupils mean!

At this moment, Zhang Yiyan's expression looked a little abnormal, as if he couldn't recognize them.

He closed his eyes, exerted force on his feet, spun around and jumped back to the ground. Looking at the torn piece of the octagonal cage iron net, several people looked at each other and dared not say a word.

Zhang Yiyan felt his head was dull. He tilted his head and looked at Wan Ya, Zhan Ri Guan, Gravedigger, and Lu Wei. He always felt that these people were uncomfortable to look at and wanted to kill them.

But there was another voice in his head telling him that he couldn't kill people casually!

"boom!"

Suddenly there was a gunshot. Before anyone could react, Lu Wei shot Zhang Yiyan, "You dare to pretend! Go on pretending!" The next second a crow dart pierced his palm, and there was another scream!

The people in the cage screamed. Yan Junge tried to get out by grabbing the iron door, but it was no use. His body was shaking with fear and nervousness. "Yanyan! Yanyan!"

After being hit, Zhang Yiyan did not react at all. He looked down at the bleeding wound. He reached out and dug in the blood hole. In just a few seconds, the bullet was dug out. The wound was also healing at a very fast speed!

!!!

The person in the iron cage was so frightened that he forgot to cry or shout, and all that remained was “Fuck!”

The saint on the second floor was very satisfied, this was the body she wanted, hahahaha!!!

At this time, Zhang Yiyan looked at the frightened Lu Wei slowly and stiffly, and shook the bullet on his fingertips with his blood-stained hand, "Give it back to you!"

The bullet shot out from the fingertips and hit Lu Wei's abdomen, in the same position as Zhang Yiyan's wound just now!

After licking the blood on his fingertips, Zhang Yiyan let out a low cry from his chest, "Ha~~~"

Looking at the people running out of the four passages, his eyes were filled with excitement. They were wearing black suits, sunglasses, and holding samurai swords. They shouted and rushed up! Lu Zhong took advantage of the chaos and ran downstairs, waiting for an opportunity to take Lu Wei away!

Zhang Yiyan moved quickly, without any weapon, only his hands. The sharp nails pierced the man's throat, and he widened his eyes in disbelief, blood spurting from his mouth, and he fell to the ground.

He grabbed the sharp knife with five fingers, and with a little force, the blade broke into several pieces. He grabbed a piece and inserted it into a man's chest. A cold light flashed behind him, and the blade cut through the air, making a whistling sound. Zhang Yiyan turned around suddenly, and his long hair was like a sharp blade, leaving blood marks on the attacker.

There were shrill screams, roars, and finally painful howls and pleas for mercy. Zhang Yiyan seemed to be in a blood-thirsty frenzy. One had his neck twisted, one had his head pierced, one had his heart pierced, and one had his throat torn. In just a few moments, the fifty-man samurai sword assassin group was completely wiped out.

What kind of hands were those? They seemed to have been soaked in blood for three days and three nights. Every step they took left a bloodstain on the ground. The salty smell of blood filled the air, making people feel the threat of death.

The most incredible thing was that, except for the place where he was shot before, there was not a single drop of blood on his body.

He slowly walked towards Lu Zhong and Lu Wei, with a creepy smile, and slowly stretched out his hand. Looking at the bloody hand, Lu Zhong was so scared that his pants were wet on the spot, and the yellow liquid flowed out, and Zhang Yiyan frowned in disgust.

He changed direction and walked towards Wan Ya and Zhan Ri Guan. The gravedigger had just run away with a Yin-summoning flag in his hand. All these dead people were his materials.

Wan Ya did not dodge or evade, but took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the blood off his hands. This time he used his original voice, "Yi Yan!"

Zhang Yiyan heard a familiar voice and threw away his crow mask. It was Zhao Qi's face. The Sun-chopping officer on the side glared at Wan Ya and took off his mask in frustration. Zhu Zizai!

"What are you doing? Capture Chongtongzi!" The Saint's face twisted. She guessed that her two subordinates had betrayed her. "I'll give you one last chance. Capture him!"

"Let's see who dares!" A clear male voice sounded, and Xie Huai walked in slowly with his arms folded, followed by more than a dozen masked people, all of whom were from special departments.

There was another commotion, and Zhang Tianyuan and Zhang Tianming walked in from behind. When they saw him, Zhang Tianyue and the eighth elder Peng Jian, who had originally been full of confidence, began to look a little uneasy.

Xie Huai waved his hand, and the dozen people holding special machine guns swept at the people on the second floor. The bullets were naturally soaked in cinnabar and magic water. There was a flash of swords and sparks.

Zhang Tianyuan and Zhang Tianming were not interested in other people, but only in Zhang Yiyan's situation. The latter tilted his head and reacted a little slowly.

"Speak!"

"Brother Zhang!"

"Master, uncle, help me!"

Behind them came the anxious calls of Yan Junge and others. Why has no one come to rescue them for such a long time? Alas!

Yan Junge was worried about Zhang Yiyan's situation. It seemed as if Yiyan didn't recognize him anymore!

Hearing this, Zhang Yiyan shook his body and walked back slowly. His pair of pupils scanned the people in the cage one by one, and fragments of his time with them seemed to flash through his mind.

The sharp blood-stained nails slowly slid across the iron mesh, making a giggling sound, which was more uncomfortable than nails scratching across a blackboard. My hair stood on end and I shuddered.

His eyes flickered a few times, and he was wondering whether these people should be killed!

A cold look gradually appeared in his eyes. His five fingers formed into claws, and passed through the holes in the iron net. He pulled hard and tore off a large piece of the iron net.

Several people gasped, looked at each other, and huddled together quietly. They shouldn't have called Zhang Yiyan just now. The look in his eyes didn't seem like he wanted to save them, but to kill them!

"Yanyan!" Yan Junge looked at him with tears in his eyes and heartache.

Zhang Yiyan felt a sharp pain in his heart and head! He rubbed his swollen forehead, his eyes suddenly became fierce, and his blood-stained fingertips pointed at Yan Junge's eyes and stabbed with a sharp wind! !

"what!"