Super Thrilling Live Broadcast Chapter 105: Death
Chapter 105 Killing Evil
Jiang Fei suddenly lost control, and the head-down master was caught off guard and suffered a big loss.
The viscera nourished by essence and blood were chopped into pieces by Jiang Fei, the intestines were torn, blood oozed from the lower abdomen of the lower head teacher, and the baby mummy also spit out a black thing, as if it had been severely injured.
"How is it possible! How could she get rid of the lowering head control!" The head lowering master is at his weakest right now. superior.
Three in one body, it seems that he is firmly in control of the audience, but in fact, as long as there is a mistake in one link, his plan cannot proceed normally.
The internal organs were destroyed, his vitality was severely injured, and it was difficult to control the minds of four people at the same time. I obviously felt that the strength on the back was much reduced. What are you doing.
"Opportunity!" I put my palm on the ground, touched the chain around my waist with the other hand, turned over and strangled the patient's neck, rolled on the spot and pressed him under my body.
The scalpel that touched the ground was aimed at the artery of his thigh, and the blood flowed horizontally. I got up from the ground, like an agile cheetah, and rushed towards the baby's mummy.
The mind is trapped in the baby's body, and the descendant master will not be able to return to his body for a while. He saw me coming with a knife full of killing intent, and immediately screamed, bit off the root of his tongue, and forced out traces of blood: "There is something out of nothing!" , the public is compared to parents, ghosts and gods are disgusting, I am the one who gave birth to you, I have an order, and the child ghost descends!"
With no spell-casting props in hand, the head descendant simply used the corpse of the death prodigy child as a medium to launch the spirit descend.
His thought was like a sharp knife piercing into my altar, and my legs softened, and I fell to my knees, surrounded by boundless darkness.
There is only a scary child ghost crawling towards me in the field of vision, it is getting closer and closer, crawling in front of me, crawling in front of my eyes, and then trying to get into my head.
"Get out!"
In the sea of consciousness, above the Lingtai, a faint voice came.
Although there is only one word, but it can't follow the words. The child ghost who was about to get into my head was frightened, and the wind seemed to run away.
"Are you?"
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When my thoughts returned, I realized that I was sweating all over my body, and there was a horizontal death line on my nose that couldn't be wiped off!
The situation just now was hundreds of times more dangerous than I imagined. If it wasn't for the voice in the altar to rescue me, I'm afraid I would have been killed.
"What?!" The master's reaction was even bigger than mine. He tried his best to take his thoughts back to his body, and spit out three mouthfuls of blood before standing up straight: "What are you hiding in your body? Can you get rid of the child ghost and break my spirit?!"
The lowering head teacher was full of surprise and suspicion. First, his internal organs were destroyed, leaving only 50% of his body's strength, and then he forcibly performed the spirit surrender, and was beaten back by the broken power. I'm afraid he can't even use all his abilities now.
"Do you think I'll tell you? Old dog! Today is the day you die!" I narrowly escaped death, standing with a knife in my hand!
The lowering master's face was gloomy, and there was still one third of the incense left at his feet: "Although my strength is not as good as before, I am not a small shrimp like you who can threaten me."
He wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and took out a puppet made of hair slyly: "I was seriously injured, and now I can barely control one person's mind, but this is enough!" /
He pierced the puppet's chest with a silver needle: "Put the knife on your own neck!"
The lowering master gave an inexplicable order, and when I looked back, I realized that Jiang Fei, who was standing in the blood coffin, was pressing a sharp scalpel on her snow-white neck.
Three points into the flesh, the blood slid down her smooth skin to her chest.
"Jiang Fei..."
The head drop master quacked with a strange smile: "She is the person you love the most, if you take one step forward, I will immediately make her commit suicide!"
Holding the knife, I slowly lowered my raised hand.
Jiang Fei is not the person I love the most, and I even hate her a little bit, but it is impossible for me to watch her die in front of my eyes, no matter what.
After all, if it weren't for her just now, I might have been fed the blood of the death mummy.
"What do you want to do?" I looked straight at the head-subduing master and calmed my head down.
"Throw away the knife first, and then I will tell you what to do next."
The bright silver scalpel fell on the floor tiles with a crisp sound.
I threw the knife far into the corner, blinked towards the door, and raised my hands: "And then?"
"Keep this posture and don't move." The descendant master stood by the incense burner every step of the way. At this time, only one-fifth of the incense was left.
He picked up the puppet in his hand, and silently chanted the mantra. The vertical line in Jiang Fei's eyes, which represents the lowering of the head, deepened. She walked out of the **** coffin, picked up a knife and came to my side.
"Tsk tsk, it's really a scene of parting from life and death. I like to see the beauty you have longed for shattered into pieces, just like smashing expensive antiques with force. It feels really good!" The burnt incense gave Jiang Fei an order: "Pierce the knife into this man's stomach! If he dares to resist, you will immediately cut off his neck!"
I stood still, looking into Jiang Fei's eyes, watching her tears fall down the sockets, and now I finally understood why the woman in the underground cell smiled obsequiously while crying.
Jiang Fei's hand holding the knife was trembling all the time, she struggled to stand in front of me, trying to say something, but she couldn't.
"Pierce the knife into this man's stomach!" The lowering master took out the silver needle and stabbed it into the puppet's chest again. Jiang Fei's eyes slowly turned red, and the hand holding the knife raised up.
"Gao Jian, get out of the way, get out of the way!"
The sharp scalpel was reflected on my calm face, I couldn't hear her shouting from the bottom of my heart, and I wasn't prepared to dodge.
When the knife fell, complicated emotions appeared on Jiang Fei's face, and the lower head teacher on the other side let out a sinister laugh: "This is just the beginning, I want her to dismember you bit by bit! If you die, I will also make you a little devil!"
In the incense burner at his feet, there is only a little bit of incense left, and the lingering smoke has faded. Your happiness is based on the pain of others.
"No!"
The tip of the knife scratched the skin of my chest, but it didn't penetrate deep into the flesh. Jiang Fei's hand holding the knife was shaking violently, her lips were purple, and she looked at my face stubbornly: "Go!"
Speaking two words is already the limit of what she can do.
"Can you bear it? Then I'll give you a few more needles!" The lowering master hysterically took out four more silver needles from his clothes, and prepared to pierce the doll's limbs respectively.
Just when he was concentrating on casting a spell to pierce the silver needle, and when Jiang Fei was struggling, no one in the ward noticed that a small figure picked up the knife I threw in the corner.
The sound of his walking is very soft, and his hand holding the knife is very steady. He is not very old, but he knows which part of the human body to stab the knife to be fatal!
He is the son of the devil, he is the product of tragedy, and his name is Song Xiaofeng.
The sharp blade pierced through the skin, through the flesh, through the muscles and bones, and ruthlessly pierced the beating heart!
The lower head master, who was still casting the spell, turned his head with all his strength, and he saw a foolish child slowly pulling the knife out of his heart!
Unable to speak, blood gushed out of his throat first, and the lower head teacher fell headlong. His eyes were fixed on the incense burner, just in time to see the last bit of incense burnt out.
"I'm a God of death with the horoscope. I'm destined to be robbed. If I meet you, I will be strangled. If I meet you twice, I will be beheaded. Tonight is the day when I meet you twice..."
Good and evil are rewarded.
Song Xiaofeng slashed at the downed master, all the hatred he suppressed in his heart was released at this moment.
The air in the ward seemed to be no longer heavy. The knife in Jiang Fei's hand stopped on my chest, piercing two inches into my flesh.
The red rope of marriage was broken, she looked at me with a strange face, and after a long silence, she murmured: "Why don't you hide?"
I didn't answer, I was covered in stab wounds, I ran all night, the wounds on my palms had already festered, and I was overwhelmed by exhaustion.
The moment I saw Song Xiaofeng succeeded, I couldn't hold it anymore.
With a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, he sat down on the ground.
Early after Jiang Fei chopped up the internal organs of Master Jiang, I started planning, using myself as a bait to let Song Xiaofeng do it, one bright and one dark, one virtual and one real.
Looking at Song Xiaofeng who is still venting on the body of the lower head master, I feel a little distressed: "The person who seems to be the most stupid may be the smartest one, but I don't know how long this child has been waiting for this day Already."