Thousands of demons fell for me

He turned around backwards, staggered Duan Huali's hand on his shoulder, raised his eyebrows and asked tentatively, "What can you do?"

"Actually, it's not too difficult to get rid of the monster that created this illusion." Duan Huali seemed to feel a little hot, and he unbuttoned the first button with his slender and flexible fingers, and slightly pulled the open neckline. He said lightly, "Just clear all the creatures that appear in front of you."

He spoke cruel and heartless words, but still had an elegant smile on his face. With slightly squinted eyes, he scanned the only two people in the waiting room except him and Luo Xingchen, like a hunter locked on his target. At any time, it will mercilessly tear up prey that breaks into the forbidden area.

As soon as these words came out, Guo Yanghao and Song Zhibo froze, even Luo Xingchen was no exception.

"What do you mean by creature?"

Guo Yanghao's mood sank to the bottom after seeing the bloody words, and he was even more irritable when he heard Duan Huali's ambiguous words, but he didn't think that the other party, as an exorcist, would really kill people indiscriminately here.

"Literally." With a smile in the corner of Duan Huali's eyes, he took off the hat on his head and held it in front of his chest, brushed the scattered hair on his forehead with his hands, and said as a matter of course, "Anyway, without me, you would have died a long time ago." isn't it?"

"you……"

The corner of Guo Yanghao's mouth twitched. Just as he was about to reason with the other party, Song Zhibo, who had been squatting behind him, suddenly stood up. His originally black eyes became scarlet, full of absent-minded madness and strong killing intent.

"Go to hell!"

Song Zhibo yelled at the top of his voice, pulled out the extremely sharpened pencil hanging from the pinna, and suddenly stabbed it fiercely into the back of Guo Yanghao's head.

Guo Yanghao's attention was all on Duan Huali, and he didn't know what happened behind him.

Before he could react, the tip of the pen pierced from the back of his head from bottom to top, making a muffled "puff", and bright red blood flowed out along the green barrel.

Song Zhibo didn't give up yet, he grinned and pulled out the fleshy pencil, pushed Guo Yanghao's strong body down, and sat on him, waving his forearm and stabbing it again and again, the blood was Splashing in the air, the dark gray lips kept opening and closing, repeating the creepy words in an extremely low voice.

"To die, to die..."

It wasn't until Guo Yanghao's body stopped convulsing completely that Song Zhibo stopped his hand, held the sharp pencil and slowly stood up, turned to the direction of Duan Huali and Luo Xingchen, stood there with dull eyes, but sneered at the corner of his mouth , the blood-stained lips were still whispering.

Luo Xingchen was hesitating whether to step forward to restrain Song Zhibo, but Duan Huali stepped forward first, and slowly put on the white leather glove on his right hand again.

"Another monster polluted by monsters." Duan Huali glanced at Song Zhibo lightly, and said indifferently, "It's time to clear the scene."

The light and calm tone is no different from saying that it is time to sweep away an unsightly pile of garbage.

"Go to hell!"

Song Zhibo stared at his two bloodshot eyes, raised his pencil and was about to step forward, when a hat flew towards him, and the brim of the hat quickly slid across his straight neck.

"pat-"

The severed head rolled down onto the off-white tiles, and the body with the severed neck also fell to the ground. The dark red blood poured out from the cut and mixed with Guo Yanghao's blood, forming a puff of blood. Big pool of blood.

Looking at the bloody scene in front of him, Luo Xingchen frowned uncomfortably, subconsciously took a few steps back, away from the slender figure standing in front of him.

"Isn't it? Looks like I made a mistake."

Duan Huali turned around quietly, eyes slightly closed, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, the white light hit the deep eye sockets, making it hard to see the meaning in the eyes.

He stared at Luo Xingchen with scorching eyes. He felt inexplicably hot all over, and his palms under the leather covered with a thin layer of sweat. He couldn't help stretching out his hand and unzipping the two buttons on the top of his clothes, and opened the collar wide open. , revealing the strong neck below.

"Do you feel warm?"

Luo Xingchen also noticed the beads of sweat on Duan Huali's forehead, the other party's fair skin was slightly reddened, with scalding heat, as if he had a fever.

"Probably because of being too excited." Duan Huali pursed his parched lips, and his voice became extremely hoarse and deep because of the heat. A hidden place, it seems that we won't be able to leave here in a short time. However, at least I can ensure that no more people will be involved."

"What are you excited about?" Luo Xingchen asked in a low voice, clenched his palms.

Innocent people have just been killed and things aren't getting any better, so what's there to get excited about?

"Isn't it exciting to be just you and me in this secluded paradise?"

Duan Huali swallowed dryly, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, his eyes were shrouded in a faint golden mist against the yellowish light, and the pupils seemed to be burning with fire.

He took a deep breath, raised his right foot suddenly, and walked slowly in the direction of Luo Xingchen. The hard sole stepped on the cold tiles, making a dull "da da" sound, like knocking in the empty waiting room. ringing old clock.

Luo Xingchen had already noticed Duan Huali's anomaly, and even suspected that the so-called exorcist in front of him was the real mastermind behind creating the illusion.

Seeing the people on the opposite side gradually approaching, Luo Xingchen also quietly put his hand into his pocket under tense nerves, and grasped the Swiss Army knife that had been hidden inside.

Although Long Tianshan was burned to ashes by Mo Jingyan, the knife remained.

Duan Huali quickly walked in front of him, with deep smiles in his eyes, slowly raised his hands, and put them gently on his shoulders, as if he wanted to imprison him in front of him like this.

When the smile was strong, his hot heart suddenly felt cold.

Duan Huali was stunned for a second, lowered his head slightly, and looked down with fiery eyes, only to see a sharp blade pressed against his chest, and if he took another step forward, it seemed that it would directly pierce his heart.

"Do you want me to die too?"

Duan Huali raised his eyelids, his silver eyes gradually darkened, as if with a little sadness, and his tone of voice was as flat as a colorless clear spring.

Luo Xingchen defended himself with a knife in order to keep the other party away from him. After all, he still can't tell whether Duan Huali is an enemy or a friend. He never thought that the other party would have such delusional thoughts about being killed. baffling.

He was just about to open his mouth to negotiate with the other party, but suddenly there was a low and familiar voice from the right. The extremely cold tone seemed to freeze the air around him for an instant.

"Since he wants you to die, then you should die."

At the same time as the sound sounded, a dark golden sharp blade also flew across the air, cutting towards Duan Huali's raised arms.

Duan Huali was keenly aware of the cold wind that implied murderous intent, and immediately let go of his hands, dodged two meters away, and turned his vigilant eyes to the unexpected guest who suddenly appeared.

"Why are you still here?" Duan Huali narrowed his eyes slightly, and a dangerous light burst out from the half-opened eyelids, "I clearly drove you out of the illusion."

Mo Jingyan stood on the platform in front of the driveway with a stern expression. At this moment, he has returned to his original appearance. His handsome and upright body is shrouded in the shadow where the yellow and white lights meet, exuding a majestic and gloomy spirit of chilling. gas.

"It's just you?" Mo Jingyan glanced at the corner of his eyes. He was obviously only two fingers taller than Duan Huali, but his sharp blade-like gaze was full of disdain from top to bottom. His lips parted slightly, and he said lightly, " Only I have the right to exile."

"You are too arrogant."

Duan Huali twitched the corners of his mouth. Mo Jingyan's appearance made him feel more and more anxious, as if a fire was burning in his heart, and the overflowing sweat almost completely soaked his back.

It's really hot.

Duan Huali faintly felt that something was wrong, so he raised the hand that Mo Jingyan had grabbed, and a dark golden palm print gradually appeared on the wrist, and the glaring color continued to deepen.

"What the hell did you do?"

He subconsciously scratched the mark on his skin with his fingers. The temperature of the palm print was extremely high, and when his shiny nails stuck to it, a layer of scorching marks were immediately burned on the edge.

"Don't you think you're the only one who can identify monsters?" Mo Jingyan frowned slightly, smiled coldly, and said casually, "There is an idiom you should have heard, it's called the igniter."

At the same time as the voice fell, a group of dark golden flames suddenly emerged from the palm print on Duan Huali's wrist, and spread rapidly along his arm, and the raging flames flooded his whole body in the blink of an eye.

Duan Huali snorted softly, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, smiling and annoyed, letting the flames envelop him, without screaming out of pain, or even struggling at all.

There was an indistinct sneer from the dazzling flames, and the still-burning body in the middle exploded suddenly, turning into a ball of cold white mist, which in turn enveloped the blazing flames.

The two extreme existences collided together, sparks burst, and there was a painful "crack" explosion, and the blending of fire and fog gradually dissipated in the air.

The moment Duan Huali disappeared, the scene in front of him also began to distort rapidly. The originally spacious and bright waiting room became a dark and narrow tunnel, filled with the smell of damp and moldy decay.

The yellowed tunnel lights on both sides only lighted up at a distance of four or five meters nearby. It was pitch black in the distance, with no end in sight. The "swish" cold wind came oncoming, passing through the hall, like a beast lurking in the hall. A gasp in the dark.