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The gangster boss's eyes turned red at some point. He gritted his teeth and looked at the old man sinisterly: "You trash, I should have finished you long ago."

The old man took advantage of the gangster boss's relaxation and stabbed the dagger into the gangster boss's chest.

After listening to what was going on, he grabbed a stick nearby to stop the dagger. He didn't expect that others couldn't see him and could only see the stick flying suddenly.

The old man was pushed and staggered. After he stood firm, he began to look around and said in a stern voice, "Xiaoyou, are you back? I knew you wouldn't leave dad behind."

Dad didn't mean it, Dad was just angry, why did you disobey me, why did you leave me. "

There was no movement in the air. The gangster boss looked at the wooden stick on the ground with a cold expression.

The old man was talking nonsense and running around in circles, as if he was mad.

Until the sound of a dagger piercing the body was heard, the old man held the dagger in his hand and inserted it into his chest.

His eyes were so wide open that there seemed to be blood stains in his eyes, and he kept staring blankly at somewhere in the sky, as if he had seen something terrible.

Seeing this scene, the gangster boss looked around in confusion for a moment. Even if the old man committed suicide in front of him, he had no sympathy or desire to save this man.

It was just that the surroundings were quiet, and the old man seemed to have seen something before he died, which made him a little concerned.

His voice was calm: Xiaoyou? No one answered. He looked at the fallen old man and then at the bright starry sky under the moonlight, with nostalgia flashing in his eyes.

He stood quietly for a while, then left with a tired look, slipping away the fainted Huang Maoti.

Liu Zhi looked at the man's back, then at the old man who suddenly committed suicide, feeling a little confused for a moment.

Is the modern social atmosphere so terrible? People just disappeared?

Before he could express any more emotions, an old man with a chain on his chest suddenly blocked his eyes. He was exactly the same as the old man who had just fallen to the ground and died.

Liu Zhi sighed, took out a rope from behind, attached his spiritual power, and tied the soul of the confused old man.

After the flowing movement was completed, a rope with a soft halo suddenly appeared on the old man's neck.

Just as Liu Zhi was about to save the old man, he saw the old man lowering his head and looking blankly at his own condition, then looking up at Liu Zhi and murmuring: My muse, mine, mine....

Liu Zhi felt excited all over when he heard this, feeling that she was the one the people in this group were talking about just now.

He had only been here for one day and already he had caused a death. This was so unlucky.

The old man's eyes were a bit uncomfortable, so Liuzhi didn't give him a chance to speak. Before the man could become a void, Liuzhi quickly sent this muddy soul to hell.

He didn't want to purify him. Just by looking at the grayness of his soul, he knew that he was not a good person and the purpose of looking for him might not be simple.

Now that the old man is dead, the Lord of Hell will judge.

Although the God of Death competes with Hell for business, this kind of soul is simply a waste of space. It is better to go to Hell once and be punished before talking about it.

Although Liu Zhi was a little curious about what he hadn't heard yet, he didn't want to go into details, lest he get in a bad mood.

I really didn’t expect that people who seem to be honest are actually holding back bad intentions.

A generous and generous villain, but he has tenderness hidden in his heart.

People are so complicated!

After Liu Zhi settled this matter, he went to look for traces of other Daxu. Every place he visited would be marked.