Under the collective contract of more than two hundred contestants, it stands alone in the lobby of the hotel on the edge of lotus leaves away from the downtown area.
The self-esteem Golden Wheel fighters stared at the man lying on the coffin in a daze.
The man's white coat was dirty and wrinkled, his wretched face was greasy and shiny because he didn't wash his face, and there was a lot of bread crumbs on his unshaven chin.
He wore a frown like a clumsy tree climber, and he hugged the magical coffin filled with holy light, as if something terrifying would jump out of the coffin when he let go. Ten big guys with painful expressions stand up in a pile of people.
These golden wheel fighters, who are very proud of their own strength, looked at each other in amazement, because this unthinkable situation is already the sixth time today!
The man dressed as a doctor was lying on the coffin like this, and he did not move his hands or lift his feet and cleaned up six consecutive waves of assassins! Even more bizarre, the assassins would show strange expressions as soon as they approached him, and then they laughed and jumped desperately, exhausted all their energy in the blink of an eye, but continued with a strange and painful expression, and finally suffocated their faces. Like a purple eggplant* fainted to death!
This kind of invisible and silent method of subduing the enemy made many Golden Wheel fighters feel a sense of frustration with rejoicing. Fortunately, this doctor is not an enemy, and at the same time he understands that he is actually just a frog at the bottom of the well—they obviously sneered at others before, feeling that their strength did not need protection at all.
"It's like a locust!" A golden wheel fighter in a karate suit leaned on the pillar and panted heavily: "I know that there are 271 golden wheel fighters living here, and dare to come and die in groups! Are you crazy or stupid? Why do such a meaningless suicide attack?" He reached out anxiously to wipe the blood from his forehead.
The assassination offensive launched against them in the past few days has not stopped, and the assassins who hit them like the tide have made these masters with special skills also feel exhausted.
"There is a meaning!" The old knife who lived in the Scarlet Profound Cave Mansion sat on the ground, his ghost head mourning knife was horizontally on his knee, because it killed many killers, and the knife was covered with a slightly disgusting blood.
The golden wheel fighter in karate uniform asked: "How do you tell?"
The experienced old knife said: "They are consumables for the black hand behind the scenes! As long as the killers sent can continue to fight us and even hurt us, it will also have a great impact on our future results in the ring. Influence! So those who mess around behind the scenes aim to consume our combat power through harassment operations. Against the tired and injured Golden Wheel fighters, of course the chances of winning will be greatly increased!"
Other Golden Wheel fighters felt that the old knife was justified.
"Despicable!" Mutel of the Amber Group slammed the ground: "If there are a large number of deaths and injuries among the Golden Wheel fighters here, the black market of gods and ghosts will definitely pull out the black hands behind the scenes! So the black hands behind the scenes take this method and do not kill Lose us, but consume us, so that we won't be burned!"
The old knife glanced at the person lying on the coffin: "Thanks to this man, otherwise we would have been consumed alive!"
Everyone's gazes were focused on the doctor again, and a golden wheel fighter grumbled in his throat: "You use... the spell of Nightmare Enchantment, right? You are a hundred times stronger than us, why are you willing to be a bodyguard Instead of being a golden wheel fighter?" He stared at the coffin: "And I noticed it a few days ago. This is a magic silver coffin. Are you..."
The doctor’s dark circles are heavy, and he said in a strange tone: "Brother, I'm not in the mood to chat with you..." His tongue hangs weakly at the corner of his mouth: "Prince, prince... If you don't come back again, I will just press I can't live with this guy inside!"
"In other words, have you reached your limit?" Suddenly a tragic voice came out of the water in the fountain in the hall.
The water in the fountain was like being poured with a large amount of ink, and it turned dark and deep in an instant, and four figures gradually emerged from the weird darkness.
The four people were all wearing black cloaks, and their exposed eyes were shining with weird charm. They were hung with many weird colored bottles and skins, as well as witchcraft materials such as rabbit horns and catfish claws.
Seeing the costumes of these four people, the doctor still had a cynical expression on his face, but there was a dignified look in his eyes: "You are practicing the witchcraft technique?"
One of the four people said in a voice full of violence: "Compared to these idiots who only know how to kill, observing the prey secretly, waiting for the other party to show exhaustion before killing with all strength, is the best assassination method, and you must also Would you agree with this statement?" Her cloak fluttered in the breeze, revealing the exquisite curves below from time to time.
"Of course I agree." The doctor rolled his eyes laboriously and looked at the assassins who were lying under the magic silver coffin: "And these idiots who only know how to kill... are your passionate cannon fodder?"
The woman snorted: "The cannon fodder has been used up, and the prey has been exhausted. The rest is just for us, the main force, to harvest here easily and happily!"
A bloody color appeared in the corner of the old knife's eyes, and he said sharply, "Reap here? What do you mean?!"
"Quack quack..." The other man put down the cape of the cloak, revealing a bald face full of wrinkles and colorful sores: "Just to take you all..." He made a movement of cutting the straw with a sickle.
The old knife grinned in anger: "If so many contestants and golden wheel fighters die, do you think that the black market will be indifferent?"
"No." The woman's voice was evil: "But...if no one is dead, will the seniors of the sacred black market be alarmed?" She raised her hand and snapped her fingers.
Following the signal from the woman, a group of people came quietly from outside the hall. The head of the person was pale with pale beard and no anger and prestige, and he held a heavy ghost sword in his hand.
"Ah! You, you..." When the old knife saw the man, he immediately showed an expression of horror, because that man was not only in appearance and behavior, but even the weapons were exactly the same as him!
"Me, me, me?" The fake old knife stared at the panicked deity with a wicked smile: "I am you, the old knife!"
The old knife felt a horrible chill, and the other golden wheel fighters also found a person exactly like him from the crowd who came out!
"Hey hey...smooth play!" The doctor lay on the magic silver coffin and whistled: "You first send a dead soldier to kill everyone's combat power, wait until everyone gets tired and get down before jumping out to take their heads. Kill everyone. After that, use these disguised fakes to replace the deity to control it, so that it won’t attract anyone’s attention! What a enthusiastic move! This plan must have invested a lot of time and effort?" He revealed His own kind of mocking smile that can almost cause physical harm to people: "Tsk tusk tusk! It's a pity, it is obviously a first-class strategy, but a group of third-rate garbage is sent to implement it~~"
The woman was furious: "Who do you say is rubbish?!"
Surrounded by a powerful enemy, the doctor actually stretched his neck nonchalantly, and sang in an unusually beating tone: "Ha~~Ah~~Ha~~~You are trash and you are destined to have no tears and no regrets~~ IQ must be total. Arrears~~How can I stop the medicine~~!" (Please refer to Hu Yanbin’s song: "Hong Yan" is more effective...)
The golden wheel fighters turned green when they heard it, but the faces of the assassins became redder and red, and the contestants who had been hiding behind the door of the room shivering, their faces were covered with a layer of hope to kill the pig teammate. Pale white.
Even in this critical moment, the doctor did not put the other party in his eyes at all, and all the Golden Wheel fighters squeezed a cold sweat. In this extremely unfavorable situation, what was the capital that supported the doctor’s arrogance and boldness?
The laughter of the old man in the black clothed man seemed to be in his soul: "Garbage? Very good, very good! This turns you into rubbish for maggots, worms and rats to taste in the stinking ditch of this ghostly black market!" His tone was extremely calm, as if Killing these first-class master Golden Wheel fighters is as simple as breathing.
Headed by the old knife and Mutter, several strong-tempered Golden Wheel fighters shouted one after another: "Don't be ashamed! Kill if you say it, do you think we are vegetarian?"
The woman suddenly giggled and said, "If you are vegetarians, we will run away immediately!"
Mutter popped the Hidden Blade and said coldly: "Don't talk nonsense with them, fight with them!"
"Stop it all!" The doctor suddenly shouted, "Keep your head up, don't grin and grin because of a provocation with no technical content! Your combat power should be used in the ring battle, not in the ancients here. Dangerous boys fight in groups! Otherwise, if they are all on the street, what about the plans that have been drawn up? How to control the overall situation?"
The old knife shook his head frantically, "Now that the arrow is on the string, won't you work hard?"
The doctor’s face was suddenly swept away and cynical, and the eyebrows suddenly filled with a shocking sturdy color: “You might as well sit in the same place and rest and see how I clean up this group of rubbish, just like me. Please watch an enthusiastic and hot horror movie!" He raised his neck and looked around: "Uh...is there any underage? Is there any? If not, it would be an enthusiastic B-level thriller! "The doctor let out a deep sneer, then he closed his eyes and concentrated his thoughts.
"Bah! Bah!"
Everyone was startled by the doctor's vision and took a breath of cold air. The skin of his arm made terrible tearing sounds one after another, and the blood in the cracks in the skin was like a pile of beating hearts exposed to the air!
Many crab-like indigo-blue limbs are slowly protruding from the blood of the wound... (End of this chapter)