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There was a loud explosion in the forest, and the towering trees embraced by several people broke and fell one after another and fell to the ground.

"Let me go, let me go!!!"

A man wearing a white leather coat with nails on his face stumbled and fell to the ground, crying loudly, reaching out and desperately grabbing the fallen leaves and vines.

The ten finger nails were peeled off due to excessive force, and blood oozes.

But there was nothing to stop him from being held by someone's ankle and dragged back.

"Let you go? How can it work? Didn't you say that you want to peel off my skin and make a coat? You also said that you want to drink raw brains to match the liver and lungs?"

Li Ang squeezed the man’s ankle and walked forward on his own, and said casually: "Although my Fuwa Huanhuan has a good temper, I am not lack of temper.

Come, feed this son to eat soil! "

"Yes!"

Miss Chai immediately got out of Li Ang’s chest and floated in mid-air, looking at the man with a nail-faced man with a gloomy smile, took the [Swiss Sabre 300] that Li Ang had handed over, and opened the shovel in the saber. ,

With a sound of "Hey", he shoveled the fallen leaves and soil on the ground, opened the man's mouth, forcibly stuffed the soil in, and patted the latter's mouth with a shovel, forcing the man to chew.

"Eat! Let me eat!"

Li Ang waved his hand and said with a smile: "Say, are you threatening me?"

The nail-faced man in a leather coat had a mouthful of loess in his mouth and tears in his eyes, shaking his head frantically.

Li Ang's eyes widened, "Why are you crying? I think you are clearly dissatisfied, come on, continue feeding!"

"Yes!"

Miss Chai continued to shovel happily and filled the man’s mouth.

The latter refused to chew, and she smashed a mouthful of teeth with a shovel, and spit out blood mixed with broken teeth, fallen leaves, and dirt with a "wow".

With his hands in his pockets, Li Ang, like the legendary "viable social organization", bowed slightly, looked at the man condescendingly, and asked, "Is the soil delicious?"

"good to eat,"

The man whose teeth were all broken in tears burst into tears, and under the threat of Miss Chai's eyes, he chewed the dirt bit by bit, and replied vaguely: "It's so delicious..."

"If it tastes good, eat more."

Li Ang nodded in satisfaction, threatening like a bully, "I saw you squatting under a tree in the forest just now, as if you were eating something? Is it a baby like Lingzhi and ginseng? Come, give it to me."

The man hurriedly shook his head and said, "No! Really no! I am..."

Li Ang glared, "Huh?"

"..."

The other party was silent for a while, cried silently, fumbled for an object from the lining pocket of the fur coat, placed it in the trembling palm, and handed it to Li Ang.

It was a piece of pale skin that had been chewed up, with a faintly visible Japanese tattoo on it.

The man weakly lifted a corner of the fur coat and explained to Li Ang: "I haven't eaten for many days, so I can only buckle some materials from the fur coat..."

"Oh, so disgusting you, go to hell!"

The sickle swept across, and the good head flew up into the sky, before it hit the ground, it turned into flying ash and disappeared.

"unlucky."

Li Ang shook his head, sharpened the blade of the sickle on the bark, took out the pale crystal from the groove of the handle, and threw it to Miss Chai, without seeing the leather coat remaining on the ground, turned and walked towards the distant vehicle. go with.

Wan Li Fengdao sitting in the car and the others saw Li Ang coming back. They couldn’t adapt for a while.

In an hour's work, this dear friend strangled more than ten evil spirits in the forest, and the average time he spent fighting every evil spirit was three minutes, which was not as long as the time it took him to "interrogate" evil spirits.

Having said that, several people have encountered many players in the killing game.

Some are quiet and indifferent,

Are addicted to bloodthirsty, violent,

Have extreme morbidity, madness,

There are those who are weak and fearful, looking forward and backward.

However, I have never seen anyone like Brother Li, who likes to "mingle with evil" and even goes to actively seek for traces.

I knew you were not a normal person in the Guhan Temple.

"It's all solved."

Li Angla drove the back door, jumped into the car, and greeted several companions in the car, "There should be no evil in the forest. Let's drive."

Wanli Fengdao noticed that the water nightmare **** by the chain had not followed, and he must have been poisoned, so he silently turned the key, started the engine, looked at Xing Hechou in the passenger seat and asked: "Old Xing, which way?"

"Go to the left first."

Xing Hechou glanced at his pocket watch and directed the vehicle to move.

And Li Ang took out the hive and summoned the scout soldiers scattered around the forest to fly back.

The endurance of all types of soldiers is very good, far beyond the ordinary unmanned reconnaissance aircraft, can fly at maximum speed for several hours without interruption,

Over time, you have to fly back to the nest and eat honey to replenish energy.

Li Ang's future plan is to continue the structure of specialized soldiers, degenerate some parts, and load all the excess body mass with specialized organs.

Soldier bees of some arms may not even be able to eat on their own. The supplementary materials are mainly fed by soldiers of other arms.

Like modern fighter jets, it can cooperate with aerial tankers to replenish fuel during flight.

In order to expand the cruising radius.

After receiving all the soldiers, Li Ang bowed down and pulled down the back door of the carriage to block the wind and rain. How long does it take to get to the next scene?"

"This one..."

Xing Heshou hesitated and said, "I'm not sure.

According to the think tank, in the collective unconscious level of the Shengnan King, there are urban ghost stories everywhere.

The spatial distribution does not follow the physical laws of the real world. It must be measured by ‘area’ instead of ‘distance’. "

Wanli Fengdao raised his eyebrows~www.wuxiaspot.com~ area? "

"Ok."

Xing Heshou nodded and said, "You can think of the collective unconsciousness as a huge round cake with different types of urban ghost stories.

Each type is packed in the same corner, like different areas of cakes.

Strange talks related to desert roads, strange talks related to urban life, strange talks related to mountains and wilds,

The channel leading to the next level should be in the center of the dream. The more you go to the center, the more obvious the difference between the area and the area, and the strange talk that appears there will be more threatening. "

Wanli Fengdao grinned, "Ha, then I hope that the next area can be related to the beauty of Xiangche."

Xing Hechou slowly shook his head, "Judging from the rift girls appearing in this forest, the next area,

It’s probably an urban ghost story based on the Japanese island culture..."