Nightmare Apostle

Hearing this, Qu Muzhi frowned slightly, "I've never heard of your name."

Yang Xiao took a deep breath and slowly put away the soul-capturing mirror and human bone stick, "You are not worthy yet."

As soon as these words came out, Qu Muzhi's face became distorted, the corners of his mouth raised, and those silver double eyes were intimidating. Just when Yang Xiao was about to use the ghost whisk, the door was knocked open, and a group of people rushed in. The leader pointed his gun at Yang Xiao and shot him, while shouting: "Captain Qu, we are here to support you!" Tables and chairs were overturned, and the scene became chaotic for a while.

But this man's marksmanship was really not very good. He missed Yang Xiao and instead broke the floor-to-ceiling window behind Yang Xiao.

Tong Han saw the opportunity and turned around to run, rushing out of the broken floor-to-ceiling window. Yang Xiao realized it later and turned around to follow.

This scene made Qu Mu so angry that he pushed away the shooter and said, "Captain Wu, what did I tell you, stay outside and don't come in!"

Wu Zhengwu prepared to lead his men to chase him, but was stopped by Qu Muzhi. He asked the rest of the gang to retreat and did not pursue them. He stood alone behind the broken floor-to-ceiling window, facing the direction in which Yang Xiao and the others were escaping. Close your eyes, as if you are searching for something.

Soon, he found it, then adjusted his breathing, slowly picked up the gun in his hand, raised it, and raised it over his shoulder, as if he was about to throw a javelin, while Wu Zhengwu, who was standing not far behind him, slowly opened his eyes wide. Eye,

He saw that the spear in Qu Muzhi's hand had changed, and a strange bloody force repaired the broken spear head.

And this power is still spreading. There seems to be an invisible line extending out from the cold tip of the spear, locking the target firmly at the other end.

Qu Muzhi was still accumulating strength, and half of his body was slightly tilted back. Whether it was an illusion, Wu Zhengwu felt that Qu Muzhi's skin was whiter, the kind of pale skin that had been drained of blood, and his originally gray hair seemed to be white. There are more gray hairs.

The power of this blow was astonishing, even making captain-level figures like Wu Zhengwu shudder as they watched, but it was obvious that this blow also required a huge price, a price they could not imagine.

In a small alley a hundred meters away, Yang Xiao and Tong Han opened a locked wooden door. The two hid in. There were messy footsteps not far away. Those were the people who were originally stationed nearby. They are all being followed at this moment.

But these people are not what Yang Xiao is really worried about. He breathes heavily and looks down at his chest. I don’t know when there is a red blood spot there, as if he dipped it in blood with a fine brush and made a strong stroke on it. .

Because he was protected by the opera robe, he was not injured or bleeding. He suffered only internal injuries, and several bones were almost broken.

And he remembered that Qu Muzhi wasn't seriously injured, except that his nose was bleeding from his blow, but the blood on his chest didn't look like it had been spattered at that time.

What's even more frightening is that he clearly feels that there is an extremely terrifying force accumulating in the distance, getting stronger and stronger.

And...and the one locked is himself.

To be precise, it was this mark on his chest. At this moment, the rope on Tong Han had been untied and the tape on his mouth had been torn off. There was no need to thank the two for their relationship, but Tong Han did not notice any terrifying power. This feeling can only be felt by Yang Xiao, because he is the one who is targeted.

No need to ask, this must have been done by Qu Muzhi. No wonder he didn't rush to pursue him. It seemed that this was his killer. Yang Xiao had to admit that even though he was fully mentally prepared before coming, he still underestimated it after all. This guy.

The captain of Rongcheng is the strongest and deserves the title.

But that was before Yang Xiao came. Now the seal on the soul-capturing mirror has been loosened. In about a while, the seal will disappear, but before that, he needs to survive. Under Qu Muzhi's strongest blow, Survive.

"Let's go." Yang Xiao took out the ghost whisk and glanced at Tong Han, "After leaving, go east. Maybe you can escape."

"I will wait for you to go together. If you are injured, I will carry you. If you die, I will not take your body away.

There's no point, I'll run away, but one day I'll come back and kill him. "Tong Han's voice was as calm as ever.

Yang Xiao stopped talking nonsense. It was easy to make friends with someone like Tong Han. She was a very pure person, both when she was killing people and when she was saving people. She would not talk nonsense, she would only act.

"Get away." Yang Xiao hissed in a low voice.

The next second, with the crazy injection of remaining mental power, Ghost Whisk began to become restless, and a big Bodhisattva in white stepped out from the void behind Yang Xiao. The big Bodhisattva was born with a compassionate appearance, more than one foot tall, and barefoot.

Wearing white clothes that are not stained by the world, Tong Han felt like his soul was being sucked away just by looking at him. He wished he could break his knees and worship him.

The white-clothed Bodhisattva clasped his palms together and stood in front of Yang Xiao. He was obviously powerful to the naked eye, but his power was not leaked at all. He was waiting.

Yang Xiao would not sit still and wait for death. Today, life and death must be decided. He grabbed the ghost whisk with both hands and his eyes became blood red. If Qu Muzhi couldn't kill him with this blow, the person who died would definitely be Qu Muzhi himself.

Since you want to bet, bet the biggest one, you will win or lose in one round!

At this moment, Yang Xiao didn't care if he could run away. Even if he killed Qu Muzhi with this blow and there were dozens of patrol officers around him, he wouldn't have a chance. Maybe with better luck, Tong Han could be alone. Break out.

"Why do you want to force me?!" Yang Xiao's fighting spirit rose infinitely, and the whole person became crazy. Just before this powerful force was about to explode, suddenly, the force in the distance dissipated, and it dissipated instantly.

Yang Xiao was stunned for a moment, but there was only one possibility, Qu Muzhi was scared. Although his mind was not very clear at the moment, his intuition told him that Qu Muzhi was not a person who would easily give in. At the beginning, the other party's killing intention was almost condensed into substance.

Something must have happened.

But no matter what, this also gave Yang Xiao an opportunity. He also withdrew his strength. The white-clothed ghost Bodhisattva slowly dissipated, and he was extremely exhausted and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Tong Han, who was beside him, was quick-witted and supported him.

"Hurry... run!" Yang Xiao grabbed Tong Han's arm and urged him urgently.

In the villa, behind the broken French window, Qu Muzhi, with bloodshot eyes, glared at the man in front of him, and the sharpness in his eyes almost killed him, and at this moment Wu Zhengwu was blocking Qu Muzhi.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

Qu Muzhi's face was distorted. The attack that had been prepared was about to be launched in the next second. If he had not held back at the last moment, Wu Zhengwu would have been killed on the spot by this attack.