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The glass window exploded, and the ferocious head broke into the room, heading straight for Meng Yan.

Meng Yan was still very confident in his skills. He dodged sideways, turned his wrist and threw out the dragon soul dagger, aiming to attack the vulnerable place of Feitou.

Seeing that he couldn't jump on anyone, Flying Head sneered fiercely, countless blood vessels protruding from the stubble in his neck, like a snake tangled up in a ball dancing wildly.

With a dagger in his left hand and an iron rod in his right, Meng Yan was not frightened by this terrifying sight, but instead rushed forward, assuming a posture to meet the enemy.

Three blood vessels ejected unexpectedly, faster than the blink of an eye, and quickly wrapped around Meng Yan's neck and wrist, trying to strangle this lifeless ordinary person to death.

However, even if Meng Yan hadn't exchanged for physical enhancement, his strength was still at the top level among men, and Flying Head Man couldn't move him at all, instead, Meng Yan grabbed the blood vessels and dragged him to his side.

The head was shocked, and it was even more entwined, trying to suffocate the opponent.

Meng Yan knew his purpose, he stretched out the iron stick with his right hand, like stirring pasta, he stirred together the three blood vessels that were entangled with him, and stretched it out to the place where the controlled left hand could reach.

With a single click, three large blood vessels were simultaneously split, and a large amount of blood gushed out.

Fei Touman was shocked and quickly stopped the bleeding, retracting the blood vessels into his body, but his exposed internal organs were not protected, which in Meng Yan's eyes was almost equal to his weakness.

"You head-down master's mind is really not bright." Meng Yan resumed his breathing, and he patted his chest, "I heard that this kind of magic was born just to scare ordinary people. Anyone who sees the bloody internal organs will scream out. run out of the house, and then you can steal money."

"It's okay to scare ordinary people, but how can a man like you, a mage at home, have the confidence and strength to fight alone?" Meng Yan flicked the blood off the knife, "I thought you were going to hide all the time Unexpectedly, the shady person in the back dared to show his true colors."

Hearing Meng Yan's words, Azannan was not angry, his old face was full of wrinkles, and he showed a pitiful smile, "Few people have the courage of you, but you are as ignorant as most people."

Meng Yan raised his eyebrows, "Why, do you have any other tricks?"

He was just pissing off the head drop master. Compared to casting curses bit by bit with needles hidden in the cotton, it would be better to have a storm come together, even if you die, you can die with peace of mind.

"Take care of yourself first, boy."

Fei Touman opened his mouth wide, his long hair stood up like steel needles, and he rushed towards Meng Yan.

Meng Yan is really speechless now.

He just raised the iron rod, a swing arm, and slammed the flying head into the wooden door like a baseball.

The ability of ordinary people and those who have really trained to fight is very different, just like a little girl who can only slap is as vulnerable to a boxer.

In front of Meng Yan, the lowering master obviously belonged to the former.

He gave up the limbs that could attack and the body that could defend, and faced the enemy with the most naked posture, which was unreasonable in Meng Yan's mind.

The old man has been practicing at home since he was a child, and he seldom even exercises. His mind is all used to thinking about how to harm others.There are a lot of insidious means, but he is really helpless. When facing the enemy with his real body, he will be the most unbearable target.

Does this head-down master know what standing skills are and what cross-strengthening is?

When Meng Yan found out that he used his body to enter the dream, he no longer took him seriously, and it was even less likely that he would have fear to strengthen the dream.

The string of viscera under Azannan's neck slapped the door panel frantically, like a stiff carp, and the head used its strength to get rid of the wooden door that stuck it.

Living to this age, Azannan has never suffered such a big loss.

He has killed some able-bodied people. Even the muay thai champions of previous years were tortured by his dreams to give up the game and hand over the prize money to his clients, because they would feel so terrified that they would forget to fight back.

But this person is really confident that he can win him.

Azannan felt at a loss.

He shouldn't have come over to check on the enemy's situation with his flying head, not only exposed his appearance, but also suffered such humiliation.

If they had known this, they should have stayed at home and waited for the day when the blood would consume them to death.

Meng Yan saw that Azannan wanted to quit.

He stood in front of the window, smiled at the indescribable human-headed monster, "Want to leave? It's not that easy."

Flying head screamed loudly, and stretched out its veins again, but this time, there were hundreds of them dancing wildly in mid-air, whistling and whipping, making a sharp sound of piercing the air.

Meng Yan turned around and pulled up the curtain, blocking the countless blood vessels that flew towards him, then picked it up skillfully, and clamped it under his arm.

Not only did the blood vessels fail to attack successfully, but they were pulled back by Meng Yan again.

Azannan felt frightened.

Because Meng Yan was pulling him.

Azannan desperately distanced himself from Meng Yan, but his strength was no match for the opponent, so he could only be pulled into Meng Yan's attack range, waiting to be killed like a lamb.

"What are you doing!!"

Fei Touman's eyes were tearing apart, because he saw Meng Yan took out the dagger and was about to stab him in the heart.

In the blink of an eye, the human-headed monster in front of Meng Yan disappeared, as if he was about to leave the dream.

"Little Huangkou, I wanted to spare your life." Azannan's voice was sinister, with a trace of imperceptible panic, "But you are so ungrateful, you can only kill yourself."

"From now on, it's your real ordeal."

When the sound completely dissipated, Meng Yan suddenly opened his eyes, completely waking up from the dream.

"Brother Meng!! You scared us to death!" Lin Manshu's voice brought him back to his senses.

"What's the matter, what happened?" Zhao Jinfeng also squatted beside him, "I woke you up in the morning, the water was splashed, the needle was stuck, but you couldn't wake up, we only need to give you two knives."

"Farewell." Meng Yan wiped his face, it was really wet, "I didn't want to wake up."

He looked at Zhao Jinfeng and said, "I said during the day that you would be recruited, but in the end I was ahead of you. I have seen the true face of that head-down master."

"What!" Mo Jiahe said in shock, "He entered your dream?"

"To be precise, there are only the head and the internal organs..." Meng Yan twitched the corner of his mouth, "I've heard of the flying head. He turned into that thing to scare me, but I couldn't pull it out even though I hammered it into the door."

"Brother Meng." Lin Manshu gave a thumbs up.

"Whoever has a pen and paper, bring it." Meng Yan hooked his fingers.

Apeng has exchanged life parcels, just like Lin Manshu's clothing parcels, which can generate daily necessities.He took out the paper and pen, and respectfully handed them to the boss in the team.

"Hmm..." Meng Yan pondered for a while, then picked up a pen and began to draw on the paper.

"Well, it looks like this."

Everyone took a look at the blank paper and fell silent.

"What's wrong?" Meng Yan asked.

"Team Meng's painting style is very wild," said Apeng.

"Quite in the style of contemporary Picasso." Ivan gave full play to Maozi's artistic talent.

"Don't tell me I thought you were drawing mushrooms." This is the honest Mo Jiahe.

"..." Meng Yan looked up at the silent Ruishen.

Ruishen let out an uh, and said against his will, "Who said that, he always got high marks in art class before!"

Meng Yan waved his hand, "Forget it, as long as I know what it looks like, we won't be separated anyway."

"You're not injured, are you? The injury you received in your dream will show up in reality." Mo Jiahe said.

"I wasn't injured, I didn't even cut a hole, I was pinched for a while."

Meng Yan rubbed his neck, and suddenly realized, "Wow, I really hit the head-down master through the door with a stick. It seems that he will have a slight concussion."

"..." Mo Jiahe recalled what happened to him, and said from the bottom of his heart, "You are indeed the captain."

Rui Shen felt that something was wrong.

"The smell on your body has changed." He approached Meng Yan, "It stinks."

"I'm taking a shower, don't blame me." Meng Yan pushed the person away.

"Come here." Ruishen grabbed Meng Yan's arm, "Don't move."

Being pulled like this, Meng Yan suddenly felt a tight pain in his chest. He covered his mouth and coughed, and blood continuously overflowed from between his fingers, which shocked Ruishen greatly.

"Yanyan?"

Ruishen was concerned and confused, and unconsciously read his nickname, which attracted the attention of all the team members.

"Brother Meng, are you alright?" Lin Manshu also jumped off the bed and handed over the paper in a panic.

Meng Yan wiped the blood from his mouth and said, "I don't know either. I heard from the head-down master that my second-level blood guide is finally about to start. Maybe it's because of this."

"Then is there something wrong with your body?" Mo Jiahe asked.

"No, it feels quite normal." Meng Yanshun breathed out, "It's just a little stomachache."

Just when everyone wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, Ah Peng screamed.

"It can't be blood devouring drop!"

"What?" Ruishen stared at him intently.

"Captain Meng, besides the stomachache, are you still a little tired?"

Meng Yan felt it for a while, "It seems a little bit, I thought it was a normal performance after a battle."

"What exactly is Xuephagjiang?" Ruishen grasped this point tightly.

A Peng swallowed his saliva, "I heard that the blood-phagating drop is the cruelest type of head drop. It will make the person rotten from the inside out, and there is no cure. People can't feel it at first. Gradually, when the intestines are pierced and the stomach rotted, there will be severe pain."

"People will watch their penis gradually fester, but they have no choice but to lie in bed..."

"Enough." Rui Shen frowned, "Is there really no way to break the curse?"

"When I was a child, someone in the next village got this dagger, and he died not long after. His family also found a lot of Luang Phor masters, but they couldn't do anything." Apeng's lips trembled, "Do you know how I met Luang Phor Chong? ? It’s because of this lowering of the head.”

"Even LP Chong can't solve it, let alone other LP masters."

"It's not that exaggerated..." Meng Yan also panicked.

"Captain Meng, if you continue to cough up blood today, you probably will die." Apeng wiped off his cold sweat, "The process will be very painful."

The second layer of blood draw has been triggered, the debuff is superimposed, and the life value is continuously deducted.

The sound of the system confirms this.

"Don't guess, it's probably enough." Meng Yan hissed and forwarded the news to other teammates.

Ruishen's face was ugly, "Can you undo it if you kill the person who cast the curse?"

"I can't solve it. If you kill the head master, the rate of decay will be faster." Apeng cried, as if remembering something, and said nervously, "I'll find Azan Kan, he is the master of Luang Phor Chong, he There must be a way! Definitely!"

The blood-sucking drop is the shadow of A Peng's childhood, and this shadow once again casts a shadow on the people around him, making it difficult for him to calm down for a while.

"Mo Jiahe and I will go with you." Zhao Jinfeng patted Apeng on the shoulder, "You are easily in danger by yourself."

A Peng nodded in a panic, he looked at Meng Yan and said, "Captain Meng, let's take a step first and be right back!"

Meng Yan said, "Then I will trouble you."

When he heard the sound of the system, he was ready, and it was likely to be a tough tug-of-war.

Because he felt that the healing factor he exchanged was working, a secret itching pain was faintly producing in his stomach, as if new flesh was growing.

What this skill brings is not necessarily a cure, it may be a kind of torture instead.