Su Luo took two steps back and gave his position to Uncle Biao.
Uncle Biao walked in front of the corpse of the man in Tsing Yi and squatted down halfway, his hands like bear paws were trembling slightly at this moment.
Uncle Biao clenched his fists, and finally pinched the shirt of the corpse of the Tsing Yi man.
Clap, a sound of fabric being torn.
The clothes on the man in Tsing Yi were all torn, revealing his lean chest.
Uncle Biao stared at the thin chest, and stared at the bloody handprint in the center of the chest for a moment.
Seeing the expected bloody handprint, Uncle Biao's body swayed and he almost fell on his head.
Seeing the solemn expression on Uncle Biao's face, Su Luo had already guessed seven or eight points in his heart.
"What's going on?" Su Luo still asked.
Uncle Biao stood up slowly, covered his forehead, woke up and said to Su Luo, "This time, I really got into big trouble."
"I'd like to hear the details." Su Luo's expression was still so calm, so calm.
"There is a killer organization in the Western Regions called Blood Daluo, Miss Su doesn't know about it, right?" Uncle Biao looked at Su Luo seriously and seriously.
But Su Luo shook his head blankly: "I don't know."
Uncle Biao: "Impossible! Although the Blood Daluo is not as terrifying as the first killer organization, it is the second ranked killer organization, specializing in the business of killing people. It is famous in the Western Regions. Miss Su really doesn't know. ?"
Su Luo nodded: "I have lived in the old forest of Morishan since I was a child and lived a life of isolation, so I don't know the common sense of the devil world."
In one sentence, Su Luo explained the fact that he was not familiar with the demon world.
Uncle Biao now had no doubts about Su Luo's beliefs. He nodded and said to Su Luo, "This killer organization only works for money, not morality. This time, the people over there are afraid they have spent a lot of money."
Uncle Biao pointed to the corpse of the man in Tsing Yi on the ground, and said to Su Luo, "This killer organization is very arrogant. Before they kill people, they will leave a bloody handprint on the door of the people. This killer, if you guess correctly, is to report dead bird."
Uncle Biao pointed at the man in Tsing Yi on the ground.
Sure enough, the corpse of the man in Tsing Yi, who was still lying on the ground, has now turned into a breeze and disappeared into the vast wasteland.
"Report the dead bird, that is to say, we will die next." Uncle Biao looked at Su Luo seriously, "This is not a joke."
Su Luo snorted and smiled: "It seems that some people are playing."
Seeing Su Luo's excited look, Uncle Biao smiled bitterly in his heart, as expected of a girl who grew up in the mountains and forests, even if her cultivation is very high, she still doesn't know enough about the outside world.
Blood Daluo, what kind of terrifying organization is that, she actually said that some of them were playing
Uncle Biao was deeply terrified of the road ahead, and he even asked Su Luo: "Should we go back and take a circuitous path? Although that path will take a lot longer, but the people of Blood Daluo, Maybe don't know."
Su Luo looked at Uncle Biao angrily: "Didn't you say that this part of the Western Regions is the world of blood dala? You know the trail, they don't know?"
Uncle Biao thought about it too, and finally he could only sigh in frustration.
He is really not optimistic about the future.
Xiaoyang held Uncle Biao in his small hands, raised his face, and showed a pale smile to Uncle Biao, he said, "This life was lost last time, but every day I live now is stolen, isn't it? ?"