No one responded, only the machine gun's fury.

But Huai Shi's figure suddenly melted into the twisted rain curtain, as if it had merged into the darkness, becoming extremely erratic. He pulled the trigger at the surrounding enemies.

The deadly grenades sprinkled to all sides, and metal seeds fell to the earth, blooming fleeting flowers of flames. The scorched wind blew up the rain curtain, causing the hazy water vapor to disturb the sky and the earth.

With the loud roar, everything seemed to be far away.

The crying faces and blood are no longer visible.

I can deceive myself. What happened is just a dream. He just occasionally had a nightmare and came out to run after getting up early...

But death is still rising.

In this silence, the holy marks of Shao Siming cried silently.

Huai Shi had no expression on her face and pulled the trigger.

But the crisp sound did not come from it. He tapped it again before he heard the lingering sound of the broken bolt.

He looked down at the grenade gun in his hand, saw the dent of bullets hitting the gun's body and the sound of internal parts falling off. He regretfully threw it aside and continued to move forward.

When passing by the figures who were still struggling on both sides, he reached out and took out his pistol from his pocket.

Bang! Bang bang!

No sound can be heard anymore.

It's quiet.

The thick fog began at some point, covering everything around her. Huai Shi's steps stopped in place, looking around.

I don't know when... I've been deeply trapped in the hunting ground.

Dead silence.

Just behind him, a big hole suddenly appeared in the air, and then the bullet that rubbed until the red color threw the sound far behind him.

Huai Shi's figure disappeared and flashed dozens of meters away.

It was not until this time that the loud noise of the anti-equipment sniper rifle came late, and a deep pit appeared on the earth, and gravel flew out.

Just around, in the thin rain and fog, more than a dozen figures slowly emerged.

At the front of Huai Shi, the charming and graceful figure walked out of the fog. The black Yingzhou long clothes were dyed with rain, and the peonies depicted by the friend Chantian on it became more and more charming.

"What a coincidence, Mr. Huaizhu."

Isamuren, a dealer from the Empire Casino, tilted her head and smiled at Huai Shi: "Meet again."

During the long silence, Huai Shi sighed softly: "In other words, it is indeed Qianye who is against the water?"

"No, it was actually the entrustment of the boss Shengtianmu."

Isamuren shrugged: "The paper-washing group is too hindering, so I'll entrust us to come and solve it."

"It's so good, I'm almost convinced."

Huai Shi said: "Miss Izamu, how about you find a better excuse next time you get a good time?"

Isamuren smiled: "It's just a casual statement. Wouldn't it be better if you can work together?"

Huai Shi didn't laugh, just looked at them quietly and sighed silently: "I originally thought Qianye would have a little bottom line..."

"What the employer thinks has nothing to do with us, we are just responsible for executing orders."

Accompanied by Isamuren's words, other solemn figures slowly approached, blocking Huai Shi's escape route inch by inch.

Isamulian slowly drew a slender chain and a curved and hideous outline of the lock sickle. In this way, she conveyed the order from her employer to Huai Shi:

"—You are too intrusive, amateur, you must be solved here."

The bounty hunters from the Tomb of the Returnees: [Ship of Greedy] pulled out their weapons, approached inch by inch, and were covered with murderous intent.

A brief silence.

Huai Shi was silent, looked down at the pistol in her hand, and suddenly asked, "By the way, which one is more awesome than the Nightmare Eye?"

No one responded.

Isamuren had no expression on his face and didn't speak, but only the corners of his eyes were slightly raised.

Compared with a behemoth like the Nightmare Eye, there are only a handful of groups that can be compared with the Tomb of the Returned. Even if the ship of Greed is famous, it still cannot be with the kind of war that can even be mixed with the wars of all realms.

Legion is comparable.

It's better to say that it can't even catch up with one percent.

And Huai Shi felt relieved as if she had gotten the answer.

“…that’s fine.”

He laughed with gratitude and let go of his pistol: "If you are stronger than the Nightmare Eye, I may not be able to kill them all."

Isamuren's eyes appeared murderous intent.

Immediately, I felt a chill.

Because the one faster than her is Huai Shi.

Already, so close!

The long sword shrouded in glorious flames emerged from the void. As Yu Bu advanced, he drew a straight trajectory in the wind, aimed at her neck and swept across!

Faster than expected!

It is even more terrifying than the scenes I saw and the information I collected before!

Even though he had already prepared, he was still shocked by this terrifying speed, and even forgot to retreat. He instinctively raised the lock sickle, and the slender iron chains crisscrossed in the air, forming a net to block ahead.

Then it fell apart in a short time that could not be called a moment.

Cracked with destruction!

The sharp sword edge and the sickle blade collided together, and sparks flew.

In that fleeting pause, she saw that Huai Shi's pupils were pitch black, like an abyss.

But then, his figure disappeared from the spot.

It seemed as if it was coming without any warning.

Bullets from afar wiped Izamuren's temples and shot into the ground, and the lingering sound spread. This was the key blow to save her.

Then, a sound of blood gushing out sounded.

Right next to Isamuren, the person who had not yet reacted was stiff and stiff, turning his eyes dullly, looking at the figure who appeared behind him at some point.

From his sword blade, blood slowly dripped.

Immediately afterwards, accompanied by smooth friction, a masterless skull fell on the ground, immersed in the turbid water, and dyed a scarlet red in the mud.

Through the blood fountain spurted out from the headless corpse, Isamu saw Huai Shi's smile, so pity.

"Since everyone has met honestly, let me introduce myself too." He said, "In addition to the name "Baizhuan Amateur", you can also call me Huai Shi."

——Jinling’s Dead King, Huai Shi!

From his hands, the blade of hatred and hatred extended inch by inch, and the hideous curse spread to all directions.

"Now, let's start..."

Under his feet, the iris blossomed quietly, emitting a fragrance.

And he had disappeared from the spot again, suddenly advanced, and after crossing dozens of meters, he appeared in front of another person.

The resentment and hatred swept in a low voice, and the drummer accelerated, and saw only a flash of iron light, and it was almost cut in half.

But in the severe pain, the man was not panicked. The blood that was sprayed suddenly solidified, turning into a pair of palms in the air, and grasping Huai Shi tightly.

His hands held the blade of hatred and hated, and he suddenly opened his mouth and bit Huai Shi's neck, with his canine teeth protruding.

vampire!

A roar burst out.

Just behind Huai Shi, a huge figure flashed strangely. The hammer in his hand aimed at the back of Huai Shi's head and the fiery source fluctuations spread from the hammer, causing the air around Huai Shi to solidify in an instant.

He had any struggles.

Then, the solidified air had fallen apart. In an instant, the iron lights crisscrossed in the void, and blood sprinkled.

Huai Shi has already stepped out between the two corpses.

The cold rain evaporated from his shoulders and slowly rose.

——Exceeding state·Three-level Dragon Horse!

The curses that could not invade his body were wrapped around him, and as he breathed, they were easily torn apart.

At the end, a sublimator screamed in surprise, staggered back, his eyes protruded, as if he was suffocating, and he covered his neck with difficulty and spit out blood in his mouth.

The clumping blood fell on the ground, and villi quickly emerged, and countless strains spread.

Before he fell to the ground, his consciousness fell into a decay dream, and his body turned into a wax figure under the source poison, slowly melting.
To be continued...