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"Isn't it strange? You clearly—"

"Before talking about me."

Long Bo interrupted the painter: "how about discussing you?"

"You asked me why I was on Jiuhua's side, but I want to ask you in turn——Painter, you, you, natural disasters, are you really on the side of overseas countries?"

"..."

Undoubtedly, if the natural disasters had developed Psheton's background and ability, it would be impossible to act in the shadows as a terrorist organization, let alone be hunted down by the Black Embroidered Knife repeatedly.

Naturally, the only force that can develop this kind of Yuanling equipment is... the country.

"You are their minions, I am not surprised at all, it should be said... none of us are surprised."

Uncle Long put his arms around his chest and said curiously: "But thinking about your words now, I think... there seems to be something else."

But the painter suddenly smiled: "You are very perceptive, Uncle Long, this is a necessary quality for a decision maker and a counselor."

"I invite you again—whether you want to stand by our side, it's not Jiuhua, it's not overseas countries, it's just a natural disaster."

"...The poor worms on that piece of land have been afraid of [natural disasters] since thousands of years ago."

"You are more independent than I imagined..." Long Bo sighed, "However, it's not particularly strange."

"What's your answer?"

"My answer?"

The man couldn't help laughing out loud: "If you let those people in ambush outside the church all commit suicide, maybe I will think about it."

"Since they have already made plans to get rid of me, why are they pretending to talk about cooperation?"

"This is just a necessary two-handed preparation." The painter said indifferently.

He would chat with Long Bo so much, for so long, because he was absolutely confident in the whole plan, and because...he was going to deal with the last traces.

——The traces left by Yuelong who cooperated with them.

"If I'm not wrong." Uncle Long smiled with great interest, "The only fifth energy level in your organization... called the left ghost, should go to Jiuhua... To be precise, it should be a few days I arrived in Jiuhua a few days ago, and the people who stared at me must have been there for days."

There are two leaders of the natural disaster, the painter is the decision maker, and this ghost - the character that Shanks feared in the conversation between Shanks and Ripper, is responsible for training all the fighters of the natural disaster leader of the armed forces.

This point, Long Bo, who has cooperated with natural disasters for a long time, is naturally very clear.

"...I'm not surprised you know I'm going to clean up your people."

The brows under the painter's mask slightly frowned: "But how are you sure that the person who went is a ghost?"

"Because the lion fights the rabbit with all your strength, you are cautious enough, and you seem to be ready to dedicate your life to this plan, of course... more important things—"

Long Bo snapped his fingers.

At the same time, screams and roars resounded instantly outside. Outside the church, it seemed that an extremely fierce fight was taking place.

"—Because my people said that the person who threatened them the most has left the island."

The man pressed his fingers together and said with a smile, "What? As long as you keep secret, won't I be allowed to hide the truth?"

When Gu Wulian was invited by Yasha to go to the Yuelong base, he was puzzled—why didn't any of the guys with good combat power see him, who is so important to Yuelong to maintain genetic stability?

——The answer is right here.

"...How did you do it?" The painter didn't seem to be flustered, but was just curious, "Even if your people are only five miles away from this island, they will definitely be discovered by me."

"Arrogance is the original sin, painter."

The man said softly: "You underestimate this suffering too much, and underestimate the extent of the heritage accumulated in the 400-year inheritance of this suffering, and what kind of power can be extracted from it by those who undertake this suffering .”

boom!

The door of the church was kicked open, and Qiongqi, a strong man with a head covered in blood, said in a low voice, "It's done, Uncle Long."

But Long Bo waved his hand, motioning for him to leave.

Qiongqi was stunned, but still obediently held his head and pushed it away, closing the door that was almost smashed by the way.

"...It's really scary, Uncle Long." The painter sighed, "You are such a scary guy."

"Thank you, compared to a guy who only intensifies class conflicts at the cost of 3000 million lives, I should be completely innocent and harmless."

"Replace me with you, and you will do better and more cruelly than me. You are the one with this ability."

"But what's the matter?" The painter asked back: "I don't care about my life or death, just like the ghost knows that he will die after he sets foot on that land, everyone in the natural disaster has the consciousness to dedicate himself to his ideal, But... what about you?"

"The rest of your Yuelong members will all die in the earthquake, and the only Hanba who are able to escape will be killed by the ghosts, and you will be the only ones left... 400 years of suffering will be cut off, and there will be no inheritance, you Do you think it's worth it?"

"As Yuelong's successor, do you think it's worth it?"

The painter's tone was extremely solemn and solemn, as if he had incarnated some great soul and was talking to another incarnation of unyielding will.

"..."

After Long Bo was silent for a while, he sighed deeply.

"Painter, do you think I should be happy for my success, or should I regret that you are nothing more than that?"

"However, before talking about this matter, I think you need to clarify one thing."

He shook his head and said, "You seem to... really completely regard Uncle Hanyan as my subordinate, so you have lost a reasonable judgment on the strength of that old monster."

The man grinned and said, "I bet the only fifth energy level in your organization won't survive three seconds under his hands."

"This is really..."

Looking at the messy ruins, the young man shook his head and said with emotion: "It's really a long-lost battle. When was the last time I saw such a ruthless...?"

"I can't remember..."

He sighed as if remembering something, and took a bite of the pork floss bread.

In an environment full of ruins and ruins, sitting on the gravel with bread in one hand and milk in the other, Hanba looked like a person from another dimension.

"I said, buddy."

The young man said vaguely: "Have you watched it for a while? Why don't you do something?"

"..."

A figure in a black cloak emerged from the shadow of the ruins behind Hanba.

"You are... the ghost that Uncle Long said." Han Yan said without turning his head, "It's really a strange name, and it has Jiuhua's characteristics. Ghost, ghost... the ghost of legacy? The ghost of grudge?"

"The ghost of remorse." The ghost replied.

Han Yan asked lazily: "Whose grudge has become a ghost."

The ghost did not answer, but said: "Hanba, as a person who surpasses the dragon, you should be able to understand the meaning of this name."

Hanba shrugged noncommittally: "So?"

"So, recognize the reality." The ghost said in a deep voice, "Now, you and I will kill all the people in the vicinity of Jiuhua who are doing disaster relief, and I can take you to escape from Jiuhua and join the natural disaster."

"Puff cough cough cough—"

The Hanba who was choked up coughed several times, and turned his head in amazement: "Are you serious?"

"I never lie." The ghost remained unchanged.

——Of course he was lying, because he never thought of leaving Jiuhua alive. After solving the drought, he would kill all the rescuers here, and then go out, killing as many as he could, until he was killed by Jiuhua's cultivators die.

"It turns out that you have been with me for so long and haven't made a move. Do you want to wait until after the earthquake to kill the official people?"

The young man shook his head helplessly and said, "What mad dog... Well, but I really don't think I have the right to say that about others."

The ghost frowned slightly, "Are you going to refuse? Why? You should be very clear about how unfair the people in this country and this land are to you."

"correct."

Han Yan took it for granted, "So why should I agree?"

"..." The ghost was speechless for a while.

"As you said." The young man replied slowly, "I have seen enough, and I know exactly what this country is like, so I will stand by your side when my brain is flooded-not to mention, anyway Death is certain."

"You think." The ghost said coldly, "If you don't accept my conditions, you can survive?"

Hanba applauded: "It's a very stylish speech, so let's try it."

He pointed to the center of his eyebrows: "Prick here and try to kill me."

In the next moment, Han Yan's entire head was pierced by the iron rod that went through the center of his eyebrows.

"Think...?!"

Before the ghost even had time to sneer, Han Yan touched the hole between his eyebrows where no blood flowed out, and then turned his gaze to him.

"How could you kill a monster that died long ago?" The young man smiled harmlessly.

The ghost's expression turned cold for a moment, and he raised his hand to attack Hanba.

——Then, his consciousness stayed at the moment of "preparation" forever.

The pillar of fire that rose from the ground engulfed the ghost. In half a second, the person and the black robe disappeared, and the place where the ghost stood seemed as if nothing had ever existed.

"……Hey."

After eating the bread and milk, Hanba stood up and scratched his head.

"It seems a little serious."

He walked to the place where the ghost disappeared and stared at the ground for a long time.

"Ghosts born out of regret, ghosts left behind..."

Hanba whispered: "Are you worthy of this name?"

boom--!

A huge earthquake made the young man tremble, and his mood of melancholy and melancholy was completely broken in an instant.

"Okay, now that this guy has been dealt with, it's time to help. How can I be regarded as a half-official person now."

Hanba stretched his waist, and his figure turned into a flame and swayed away in an instant.

"It seems that I heard a scream just now..."

The surrounding area, which has been immortalized throughout the ages, appears slightly less tragic than the rest of the buried Pselton.

However, due to the large number of people, even though the disaster here is not as obvious as in the area with the highest magnitude, the number of casualties is rising at a very terrifying speed.

— because of confusion.

As part of the natural disaster plan, one of the reasons why they chose this time point, in Long Bo's view, was to involve passengers from other countries around the world in this incident, so as to give overseas countries a sense of security. An excuse for China to exert pressure on public opinion.

This was probably just one of the many reasons, for this arrangement, Long Bo had actually determined an even more bizarre reason in his mind.

Closer to home, under disasters like earthquakes, high-density crowds will erupt riots that are more dangerous and terrifying than the disaster itself. With a large number of overseas people, even if the citizens of Jiuhua are as self-disciplined as soldiers, they will still be as orderly as soldiers. A small part of the turmoil and panic was completely disrupted.

In the collapsed venue, there were about a dozen people blocked to death in the large ruins. This dark space was filled with depressive and even suffocating anxiety, and the lengthy silence acted as an accomplice, spreading this anxiety infinitely. Zooming in.

boom--!

It was another huge earthquake, which made them all tremble when they were tightly trapped by the stones in the wall.

As for why I didn't cry and cry, it was because I was already dumb and tired of crying.

Zuo You hugged his girlfriend tightly, his lips were pale.

He did not expect that such a desperate accident would happen during this trip. Today, at this moment, he has a deep understanding of what is called the impermanence of the world.

The trapped people either sat against the wall in despair, or lay on the ground as if they had given up. No one was struggling.

Half an hour ago, there were still people frantically calling for help, some trying to make a phone call, and some trying to pry open the wall, but half an hour later, the boundless terror brought about by the continuous huge earthquakes had completely taken over. broke their minds.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

In a corner of the dark ruins, a weak cough made the already depressing atmosphere heavy.

Here is a young man who was injured. Unfortunately, his leg was crushed by gravel, and the wound was infected. No one knows how long he can last.

"Hey you."

Someone said: "It's pretty good."

"...It's okay." The injured young man's voice was very weak, but he was still trying to make his trembling voice stable and strong, trying not to add psychological burden to other people in the ruins.

"I still have a bottle of water here, are you thirsty?"