[Yueying, kill...kill...kill her! ]
…
[Your Highness, I can't do it! ]
…
Windtalkers is not a very reliable ability.
The information it brings is either incoherent or messy.
Zhang Ping only heard one conversation between Prince Yue and Yue Ying, but this conversation confirmed his guess that Chen Junting's ability was likely to be beyond her level.
The blood of the Virgin Mary is definitely not simple!
Prince Deng Yue returned to the City Lord's Mansion. He followed the water in the canal and slowly returned to the alley where the battle took place before.
After the thunder, all the residents were actually awakened, but after the initial noise, the alley was quiet. Some people were watching quietly in the house, but no one came out, and no one dared to approach the body.
This is a good thing, he risked his life to come back just to touch the corpse.
The situation was urgent just now and he didn't have time to collect the spoils in order to save people.
But now that the battle is over, the equipment on the corpse must not be left to be taken away by irrelevant people.
The masked man's body had been struck by lightning and was completely destroyed, and all his equipment was reduced to ashes, but the bodies of the other two people were not affected.
Zhang Ping approached the body of the telekinetic man, suppressing the discomfort in his heart, and first took off the copper ring on his head, then picked up the green lantern on the ground. After putting the two props into the golden treasure house, he took off the ring on the other person's hand.
After a careful body search and making sure that the telekinetic man had nothing else on him, he quickly turned into a stream of water and left.
In a house in the distance, several awakened ones gathered together and observed secretly.
"Brother, is that a mutant beast?"
A girl looked at Zhang Ping's ink-like body and asked uncertainly.
The blond man next to her laughed and said, "Alien beasts know how to touch corpses? They should be human."
"Look, someone also wants to get a piece of the pie. It's going to be a good show." Another man who was only 1.5 meters tall joked.
In the alley, Zhang Ping just approached the first person he killed when suddenly a ball of fire exploded next to him.
"Brother, that one belongs to you and this one belongs to me, how about that?" A man with red hair and a sun symbol tattooed under his right eye walked out from the darkness, grinning in a gangster way, holding a fireball in his hand.
Zhang Ping's body, which was originally a lump, gradually bulged up, and dark mist wrapped around him.
When he turned back into human form, the mask of death condensed on his face, and at the same time, the misty black cloak fluttered in the wind.
He reached out and took out the Scythe of Terror, turned his head and looked at the other person with his dark eyes, and asked in a hollow voice: "What did you say?"
"Gurgle!"
The red-haired man opened his eyes wide in horror, swallowed subconsciously, and the fireball in his hand went out instantly.
Just as he was about to step back, his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground.
He used his hands to support himself and tried to get up, but because he was too frightened, his hands and feet were out of control and he couldn't get up after trying several times.
"Brother, if there is something, we can talk about it. If there is something, we can talk about it...we can talk about it."
Helplessly, he gave up struggling, looked up at Zhang Ping with a sad face, and stammered.
Zhang Ping absorbed the fear of the red-haired man, and suddenly slashed the sickle at the man's neck, but stopped suddenly at the last moment. A large amount of purple fear air gushed out from the man's head, and the whole street was filled with purple mist.