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There was an angry scream from behind, and then the cold wind hit the back of his head, and Jiang Jiankai rolled away on the spot, lying motionless on the ground.

There were continuous crashing sounds all around, and the undead couldn't find him, and they were venting their anger indiscriminately. The boss had more brains, and shouted: "Go and open the door."

With the sound of footsteps coming towards the door, Jiang Jiankai pulled out the iron rod next to him and hit him on his calf. While he was bending over to hug his leg, the iron rod penetrated his temple, and he fell down without even making a sound.

"Third brother! Third child!"

The remaining two heard that the voice was not good, and ran over.

Jiang Jiankai pulled out the iron rod and swipe it aside casually. The iron objects piled up on the wall fell to the ground, and the two dead spirits used spiritual magic to attack the iron objects at the same time.

Jiang Jiankai took the opportunity to go around behind them, he held his breath, and the other party made noise again, never dreaming that he had already gone to the other side.

After Jiang Jiankai waited for them to quarrel for a while, he propped up the iron rod and slammed it into one of the chests. Under the strong momentum, the undead fell down.

He let out a strange cry, his limbs twitched violently, and the last one heard it, grabbed the iron parts around him with spiritual skills and threw them towards Jiang Jian.

Jiang Jiankai had already been lying on the ground, and by the way, propped up the undead who was still twitching on the stick. Those parts hit him, and he soon stopped moving.

"Come out! I'm going to kill you, I will definitely kill you!"

Probably because he knew that his companions were all dead, the undead screamed wildly. It was the boss and his last target.

Jiang Jiankai's hands trembled, not out of fear, but out of excitement.

All along, he felt that he hated killing, but only now did he realize that killing had already penetrated into his bones. Even if it was disgust, he never tired of it, and even looked forward to the stimulation that followed death.

The opponent became impetuous, but Jiang Jiankai became calmer.

That guy was breathing heavily. If it was an ordinary person, he could easily deal with it, but the opponent was a dead spirit. If he missed it, he would be the one who died.

He slowly stretched out his hand and touched a small piece of iron on the ground. He was about to throw it out to disturb the boss's hearing, when suddenly the cold wind hit, and the iron rod next to him jumped up automatically, stabbing at his chest.

Jiang Jiankai was very embarrassed to hide. He still hadn't figured out why the boss could accurately know his position, so the stick hit his head in the air again.

The target was caught very accurately, Jiang Jiankai's forehead was swept, and the liquid flowed down the corner of his eye.

"You blind man, do you think I can't see you if you turn off the light?"

The boss laughed grimly: "I was burned to death, I can light fire, now you are surrounded by fire, you should also taste the taste of being burned to death!"

The surroundings were as hot as a furnace in an instant, and Jiang Jiankai even heard the sound of burning fire. His whole body was soon soaked in sweat, and the liquid dripped down his cheeks. He didn't know whether it was blood or sweat.

But... something is wrong, if Necromancer really has this ability, then he should have used it when the power was cut off, instead of asking his brother to open the door.

So he was cheating, he was bewitching himself with spiritual magic, he could see maybe because he thought of using a mobile phone to illuminate.

After Jiang Jiankai figured it out, he immediately felt that the surrounding heat was not so overwhelming.

He held his breath, moved slowly, and deliberately said, "Is it an honor to be burned to death? It's worth mentioning it."

The other party was really enraged, and cursed: "Go to hell!"

The shapeless palm hit Jiang Jian's chest openly, but to him, it didn't matter whether he was invisible or not. He was prepared when he was mocking, and lay on the ground before the wind came.

Before the opponent had time to send the second palm, he picked up the iron rod at his feet and slammed it into the opponent's instep.

The undead wailed in pain, Jiang Jiankai didn't give him a chance to breathe, pulled out the iron rod, and hit his forehead hard with the other side.

He was hit on the head and staggered backwards. Jiang Jiankai jumped up, and the iron rod pierced the opponent's head, nailing him into a pile of iron objects.

The surroundings fell into dead silence, only the sound of his own breathing.

He stood for a while, wondering if the necromancer had cheated on him, so he didn't dare to delay, walked towards the door, and shouted: "Qiangwei! Qiangwei!"

There was a faint gasp at the door, and Jiang Jian ran over, followed the sound to help Qiangwei up, and felt her breath again. She was breathing steadily, and she should have just fainted temporarily.

Jiang Jiankai heaved a sigh of relief, and was thinking about how to take her away, when there were four or five people in a hurry outside the door.

Could it be that reinforcements are coming?

Jiang Jiankai's hands trembled. This time it was an instinctive reaction of his muscles after being overstretched. He didn't have the confidence to face a new battle, but he had no choice.

He let go of Qiangwei, picked up an iron rod, and stood up.

With a rattling sound, the rolling door was pulled open.

When they saw the blood in the warehouse, several people took a breath at the same time, and the leader rushed to Jiang Jiankai, shouting: "Fang Tang!"

Jiang Jiankai was startled, he didn't expect that there would be silence, and when he felt the other party's approach, his body tensed involuntarily.

Immediately, the shoulders were pressed down, silenced so hard that his nails sank into his muscles, and the shame of being forced in the morning surged up, and he flung it away with his backhand.

Shen Mo didn't care, and continued to approach him, asking, "Is Su hurt?"

"No, it's all the other party's blood."

Hearing that he was fine, Silence let go of the heart that he had been carrying all along, and was replaced by anger.

He shouted: "Why do you like to make your own claims every time!? Don't you take your own life seriously!?"

"Silence, you said two things wrong."

The cold words came, and there was silence. This was the first time Jiang Jiankai called him that. He was used to him being called an instructor, but he was not used to calling him by his name.

"One, I have contacted you, but your cell phone is not connected; two, I am no longer your subordinate, and you have no right to call me around."

As if he didn't expect him to dare to refute, he kept quiet and said nothing.

At this time, Jiang Jiankai knew that he should accept it as soon as he saw it, but he couldn't help it.

The excitement and excitement brought about by the desperate fight made him unable to control his emotions. He wanted to provoke, attack, and vent all the anger and unwillingness that had been suppressed all the time.

"I attach great importance to my life, because it is not mine, it is yours, and no one can take it away except you!"

Staring at the silence, even though there was darkness in front of him, he still said word by word: "I owe you my life, if I kill you once, you can kill me once. You can't get angry, you want revenge, you can deal with me no matter what you want. Okay, but it doesn't mean you can humiliate me at will, otherwise I can kill them, and I can kill you as well, just come if you don't believe me!"

There were gasps from all around, probably all silent subordinates, Jiang Jiankai ignored their reactions, and threw the iron rod to the ground after speaking.

Amidst the clang clang rattling sound, he walked away.

Several subordinates did not understand the situation, looked at each other in blank dismay, and then looked into the warehouse.

There were splashes of liquid everywhere on the ground and walls, and the undead were either headshot or pierced. Their appearance was already terrifying, and these horrific ways of death made people shudder.

After a while, laughter came, and everyone looked at silence.

The silence was a low laugh at first, but soon turned into a joyful and comfortable smile. A subordinate asked, "Do you know that person?"

"I know you, I've known you for ten years."

Ten years is enough to wear away all the edges and corners, make the sharpness smooth, and the sincerity become secular.

He always thought that Jiang Jiankai had also changed, but it wasn't until he scolded him like a headache that he realized that this person had never changed.