I'm not a drama god

outside the field.

"hiss……"

"call--"

The 9 of Hearts held a detonator that lit the fuse in his mouth, and blew out a puff of smoke as if smoking. He grinned, and the iron teeth in his mouth exuded a cold light in the air, like a demon walking out of the steel forest.

At this time, he was sitting on a member of Fu Sheng Hui with a bruised nose and swollen face. Behind him were a group of blue-robed apprentices who were also covered in injuries and squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands. They looked at the 9 of Hearts with horror in their eyes!

"Madman...you Twilight Club are indeed a bunch of madmen!!"

The Fushenge members, who were sitting under the 9 of hearts, turned pale and cursed angrily, "Do you know where this is?! How dare you break into the Hongchen base and beat the Fushenge members?! Are there any royal laws in this world?! !”

"Wang Fa?"

The 9 of Hearts laughed. He casually took off the detonator in his mouth and stuffed it into the mouth of the Fushenghua member with a bruised nose and face under his buttocks, blocking his throat.

The fuse gradually burned, and the members of Fu Sheng Hui saw that the detonator was about to explode in their mouths. Their eyes widened in fear and they made a painful whine!

"Wang Fa, it's in your mouth. Ask it and see if it responds to you?"

"Oh yes~ it will respond..."

"In the most passionate way possible."

The 9 of Hearts stretched out his hands and gave the members of Fu Sheng Hui an explosive gesture, and even took the initiative to dub, "Boom!"

The members of Fu Sheng Hui became more and more frightened. He struggled desperately and tried to pull out the detonator with both hands, but under the heavy body of 9 of Hearts, he could not move at all.

Seeing this scene, the faces of the blue-robed apprentices huddled in the corner became paler... They were all brought into the Red Dust Base from childhood. Apart from studying painting and practicing Qing Shinto every day, they had never had any contact with outsiders, let alone any experience. Such a scene.

Facing a gangster like the 9 of Hearts, they were terrified from the bottom of their hearts. Those few who had the courage to resist had all been knocked unconscious by the 9 of Hearts' punches.

"9 of Hearts, don't overdo it."

Diamond 10 stood in front of another corridor and said calmly, "We are kidnappers, not perverted murderers."

The corridor behind Block 10 is now filled with a large number of branches. More than a dozen Fushenghua members are entangled in the branches, hanging like fruits on the semi-hollow dome. Almost all of their bodies are wrapped in wood, as if they are full of trees. Tree's living coffin.

Most of these Ukisei-e members are from the third to the west level, and there are several fifth-level ones. However, in these living coffins made by Diamond 10, they are like birds in a cage, unable to break free, and even their mental power is gone. Swallowed by the tangled branches!

"I'm so friendly, how can I be a perverted murderer??" 9 of Hearts widened his eyes and pointed to the open space not far away with one hand.

"Then what is he?!"

In the open space, a figure wearing a woolen coat and elegant silver-rimmed glasses was dragging a huge thorn hammer stained with blood, walking slowly in front of many Fusheng-e members and blue-robed apprentices.

The thorn hammer, covered with blood, mud and bone residue, cut hideous cracks on the smooth marble floor of the base. The sharp sound was like fingernails scratching across a blackboard, making people's scalp numb...

At this time, the Fu Sheng Hui members and apprentices were all lying on the open ground as if they were poisoned, their faces were blue and purple, but their consciousness seemed to be clear, and pairs of frightened pupils followed the figure in the woolen coat.

After a while, Chu Muyun stopped in front of a Fushenghua member.

The blood-stained palm gently pushed the frame of the silver-rimmed glasses, leaving a trace of scarlet on them; the lenses reflected the pale light, like a "underworld lantern" that heralded death, hanging in front of the trembling Fusheng-e members. .

"You usually have bad knees, right?" Chu Muyun said calmly.

"...?" The trembling members of Fu Sheng Hui were stunned.

"Relax...pain and cramping are normal and you won't feel them anymore soon."

The figure wearing a woolen coat grasped the handle of the huge thorn hammer and violently swung it to cut through the air. The sharp hammer thorns, carrying terrifying power, hit the leg of the Fushenge member!

boom--! !

Blood and flesh splattered, and the bones exploded together with the marble floor below!

In the horrified eyes of all the apprentices, the gentle figure swung the thorn hammer crazily and hit the leg again and again. At first, the Fushenghua member wailed twice in pain. When the third hammer fell, He rolled his eyes and fainted...

Boom, boom, boom! !

When the leg was smashed into bloody mud, Chu Muyun slowly stopped. He casually wiped the warm blood on his cheek, glanced at the unconscious Fushenghua members on the ground, and continued to drag the stabbing Hammer walked forward slowly...

The entire corridor fell into dead silence.

In another corner, Jian Changsheng blinked,

He looked back at the group of blue-robed apprentices who were cowering in the corner in fear, and spoke viciously:

"Be honest with me!! Otherwise! I will smash you into mud too!!!"

"!!!"

The apprentices who witnessed the "inhumane" and "heinous" behavior of the Twilight Society were completely frightened and cowered in the corner like quails, not daring to resist at all.

Seeing this, Jian Changsheng felt extremely relieved. He stroked the wolf's tail behind him and straightened his back unconsciously.

Several figures quickly walked through the corridor and arrived at the area where the Shexi people were at dusk.

When Yang Muquan from the Eighth Hall saw the scene in front of him, his expression turned extremely ugly!

"Twilight Society...!!!"

Yang Muquan sensed it as soon as several members of the Dusk Club took action, but these people's movements were too fast. From the time they took action to subduing this group of Fusheng-e members, it took no more than fifteen seconds in total!

Even if Yang Muquan was beaten to death, he would not have thought that these members of the Dusk Club who were supposed to have been "purged" by them not only survived, but also went to the Hongchen base openly and went crazy, and kidnapped a large number of Fu Sheng Hui members in a arrogant manner!

When Yang Mudog saw this scene, he felt that his lungs were about to explode with anger. Seventh-level pressure raged out of him, and he wished he could tear these people into pieces right now!

"You... are looking for death?!!!"

As Yang Muquan opened his mouth, a ferocious and exaggerated bubble floated out of the void, and the oppressive feeling formed by the intertwined black lines almost solidified, suppressing the 9 Westerners in it!

The 9 of Hearts and others didn't seem to care about the palace-level pressure in the first place.

He sat on the Fu Sheng Hui members with his legs crossed, played with a few detonators in his hands, and said unhurriedly:

"Whether we die or not, it doesn't matter."

"But we can guarantee that before we die... they will also die."