As a killer who is almost a god, observing faces is an indispensable skill. From the short conversation between the little witch and your right hand, he knew that there was a little conflict between the little witch and your right hand.
After crossing over from the right hand, Xueying came directly to the little witch and sat down, quietly looking at the dusk in the distance, his eyes filled with vicissitudes of life and memories.
It wasn't until the sunset was about to set that the blood shadow turned around and left, its back looking extremely desolate.
"This is a man with a story."
Looking at that desolate back, the little witch suddenly felt a sympathy for her.
At this moment, the right hand walked up to her and whispered: "Miss Li, that person is very dangerous."
"Danger? How did you know?" the little witch said calmly. She couldn't see any danger from the blood shadow.
The right hand thought for a while and whispered: "This is an intuition! I suspect that he approached you deliberately."
"Intuition? Do all of you killers rely on intuition to identify danger?" The little witch glanced at her right hand and said calmly.
"If he wanted to harm me, he should have taken action just now, but he didn't..." the little witch said again.
His right hand was silent for a moment, then said: "I hope I'm overthinking it!"
The little witch glanced at her right hand, then walked past her, then took out her mobile phone and dialed Chen Jiao's number: "Sister Jiao, how is the matter between my father and Uncle Liu?"
"Xiaoxue, don't worry, we are still thinking of a solution." Chen Jiao's tired voice came from the phone.
"Okay!" The little witch held the phone tightly, and veins suddenly appeared on her pale face, which was a bit scary.
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Soon, she walked dejectedly towards the foot of the mountain as if she had lost her strength.
Liu Mang's departure and the arrest of Li Hui and Liu Qingcheng made her feel extremely heavy. However, facing the Mo family, there was nothing they could do.
And just after the little witch and your right hand left the top of the mountain, the blood shadow that had already gone down the mountain suddenly appeared behind the little witch and your right hand.
Looking at the backs of the little witch and her right hand, he laughed a little bloodthirstyly: "How could I attack you when we first met? I don't want to play with a woman as beautiful as you just once. At least I have to Let’s play for a year and a half.”
As the right hand said, he deliberately approached the little witch.
He knew very well what the little witch needed most right now, what she needed most was comfort. Especially needing the comfort of someone who has gone through something similar to her. Such a person will make her feel that she has the same problem, and such a person will make her less defensive. It's even easy for such people to get into her heart.
"The first meeting was a success. I'm starting to look forward to the second and third meeting..." Xueying's eyes were fixed on the little witch, with a blazing fire flashing deep in his eyes. .
... ... .
In the Sea of Death, above the submarine, Liu Mang watched the red sun in the distance slowly sink.
Liu Mang didn't look back until the red sun disappeared.
At this moment, the eight killers around him also woke up from the wonderful sunset scenery just like him.
Everyone looked at Liu Mang and said in a deep voice: "God of Death, now that we have occupied this submarine, what should we do?"
"We occupied this submarine, but we did not gain true freedom." Liu Mang took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, put it to his mouth, and said faintly while blowing out smoke rings.
"Huh? What does this mean?" The faces of the eight killers were full of doubts.
"Didn't everyone notice that our submarine was moving in one direction?" Liu Mang said calmly.
Hearing this, the eight killers' eyes narrowed and they looked towards the sea, only to realize that the submarine was really moving.
"Death, what's going on?"
"Have you forgotten what Sok and others said? All ships and submarines sailing into the Sea of Death will lose their signals, lose direction, and even lose control. They can only drift to Skull Island with the ocean currents." Liu Mang said calmly He said, looking into the distance.
He can control the submarine's lurking and ascent, but he cannot control its direction and movement. Within the submarine, all operating systems were intact, but they were inoperable. Submarines can only drift along the ocean currents.
"Skull Island?" All the killers condensed their expressions, and their faces became extremely solemn.
Skull Island is the home of the organization Dark Night Falls. Since this organization can control this submarine, Sock and others, how powerful must it be
But this submarine is heading to Skull Island. Isn't this going to lead them to the land of death
At this moment, these eight killers were a little panicked.
They finally escaped from that death prison, and they didn't want to fall into darkness again.
Liu Mang glanced around, taking in everyone's reactions, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, in this situation, our only way is to follow the submarine to Skull Island."
Hearing this, the faces of the eight killers were full of solemnity.
They are indeed top killers, and they are not afraid of death, but they don't want to die.
After escaping from that dark prison, they didn't want to die even more.
Looking at the solemn expressions of these eight people, Liu Mang suddenly smiled: "Everyone, since we can't escape, why not we might as well go to Skull Island. Don't you have any interest in this 'Dark Night' organization that can control the Sea of Death? Are you the least bit curious?"
"God of Death, there is a proverb in the West that curiosity killed the cat." A skinny killer shook his head and said bitterly.
"That's what you say, but we have no retreat now. We can only go to Skull Island."
"Of course, there are several lifeboats in the submarine. If any of you think you can escape from this area known as the Sea of Death with these lifeboats, just go." Liu Mang said calmly. After speaking, he looked towards the sea.
The waves on the sea are undulating, and you can see the water surging in one direction.
Ocean current!
And it’s still a very scary ocean current.
Under this kind of ocean current, it may be difficult for ordinary ships to escape from this sea area, let alone a lifeboat.
At this moment, the eight killers did not speak, and the scene seemed a bit heavy.
After an unknown amount of time, a killer said in a deep voice: "Death, can we touch those women in the submarine?"
There are eight more women on the submarine, the women who were previously used by Sock and other armed men to enjoy.
The man's words made Liu Mang frown slightly. He understood the thoughts of these killers, but he hated their actions.
However, soon, his slightly frowned brows relaxed slightly, and he waved his hands gently.
At this moment, he is the God of Death, not Liu Mang. Why think so much, why be so kind.
Upon seeing this, the eight killers' mouths showed bloodthirsty and excitement, and they rushed into the submarine.
"God of Death, do you want to leave one for you?" a killer suddenly asked before leaving.
"No need!" Liu Mang said coldly.
Hearing this, the killer shouted in surprise: "Brothers, the God of Death doesn't want it, we just have one each!"
Then he rushed into the submarine.
Killing, escaping, and women are the daily lives of many killers.
Women often become the only joy in their lives.
So Liu Mang understands the needs of these killers very well.
Of course, there are exceptions in this world.
Some killers can live very different lives.
For example, Liu Mang.
When facing enemies, he can be extremely violent and even bloodthirsty.
However, he never touches women easily.
Not to mention the eight blondes in the sub.
Liu Mang sat quietly on the submarine, letting the sea breeze blow on his cheeks.
Many figures appeared in his mind - his father Liu Qingcheng, his beloved Little Witch, and the Little Witch's father Li Hui...
"Ahem!" Suddenly, Liu Mang coughed violently, and a drop of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.
He quickly reached out and wiped it.
When he saw the scarlet blood on his hand, he saw that the blood was mixed with some flesh foam.
"How long can I last in this state?" Liu Mang looked at the orangutan blood with the broken internal organs on his hand, and he suddenly felt a little panicked.
He knew he was going to die, but he didn't know when he would die, which made him a little hesitant.
If he hadn't experienced it, he would never believe that there really was voodoo in this world. I wouldn't even believe that there are such terrifying mandarin ducks in this world.