Qing knelt on the spot,

still holding the dagger in her hand.

Her body didn't seem to bear too many terrifying marks,

but here,

one could clearly see with the naked eye that within her body, there was an incredibly tattered soul, as broken as a thatched hut in a storm, on the verge of collapse.

The old Daoist smacked his lips,

"Turtles,

how did she get so messed up?"

However, the old Daoist wasn't too surprised. The last time Xu Qinglang's master was dealt with, everyone was able to emerge from the illusion, and the old Daoist also observed the others. They all looked pretty bad. Even his own little monkey, usually so carefree, had been lying in bed unconscious for a long time.

Everyone must have suffered great torment in the illusion, although he himself found it hard to empathize, since he had only been blowing in the wind all day last time, and apart from feeling like he was about to catch a cold, he hadn't felt anything else.

But,

this girl had scored so highly in the old Daoist's heart,

appearing so determined to protect him from the start.

Seeing her become so miserable,

the old Daoist really felt a little bad.

"Alas,

what kind of evil did she commit to be so unlucky?"

Outside,

the black hurricane was still spinning non-stop, and the surrounding scenery was beginning to be torn with a sense of parallax, like a painting being forcefully pulled.

Di Ting hadn't come,

but Di Ting's anger was expressed.

This time,

Di Ting's punishment was much heavier than last time.

"Crack..."

Like the sound of cloth being torn,

everything before his eyes began to shatter,

and cracks appeared in the air.

Qing struggled to stand up,

and looked seriously at the old Daoist,

before staggering again.

Accompanied by the destruction of everything around them, when the white light shone in again, Qing swayed and knelt on the ground once more.

The old Daoist crouched in front of her, subconsciously looking back to find that they had returned to the hotel.

And in the corner not far ahead,

the old woman who had made herself look like a white monkey was standing there blankly, in full blood-spraying mode.

Like a showerhead, her body was riddled with holes, spraying blood everywhere.

The old man next to her was dumbfounded,

wanting to do something but not knowing what he should do.

He seemed very shrewd, as if every time he came out he could bring some surprises to the people he wanted to take revenge on, but in reality, he had no past and no future, as if each rebirth was just for him to have a good time.

Therefore,

his weakness was also obvious.

He didn't know who this old woman was,

but he was genuinely anxious for her.

He had felt this way before, but he hadn't been so uncomfortable back then, nor had this situation occurred. In fact, the last time he came back, after encountering this kind of "stall," he had simply let go of everything and prepared to fight with knives.

But she must have something special about her, causing this impact to be particularly severe for her.

"What's wrong with her?"

The old Daoist continued to crawl on the ground,

like a soldier fighting on the battlefield,

and the kind who definitely didn't want to get up and charge.

Qing gritted her teeth.

She felt terrible,

her head was spinning,

and her soul had been cut into almost four pieces by herself just now.

At this time, it was already remarkable that she could maintain her consciousness without collapsing.

She stood up again,

dagger tightly gripped in her hand.

Facing the old Daoist's doubts,

she wasn't going to answer, because she didn't know either.

Things changed too fast, too fast, and too dazzling.

Everything came and went in a confused mess.

But,

when the hair on the old woman's body was completely stained with blood, like someone who had taken a bath, the white fluff that had formed the cover lost its original effect.

This isn't...a monkey!

Qing frowned,

but her current state couldn't support her to continue thinking.

The severe damage to her soul made her feel like an extremely sleepy person. At this time, it was a bit too much to ask her to think deeply or analyze any problems.

All she could do now, and knew she should do, was kill these two people in front of her.

Dagger raised,

she moved,

not as fast as before,

but still carrying the wind.

Her momentum wasn't as sharp as before,

but it still gave people a strong sense of oppression!

The old Daoist lying on the ground couldn't help clapping in his heart,

"Good girl,

well done,

kill them,

go, girl!"

In fact,

reality has always been filled with this law,

which is,

people who usually play the role of stirring up trouble often really don't realize that they are stirring up trouble.

For example,

the old Daoist now.

...

Qing came,

the old woman failed to kill her,

so she naturally had to bear the counterattack from her.

The people of the Enforcement Team always have this crazy and ruthless劲(jin, energy).

The old man turned his head,

looked again at the very miserable old woman,

shouted,

and rushed towards Qing.

"Pfft!"

A lean camel is bigger than a horse, and a centipede dies but never falls down. These similar sentences and words can all be thrown at Qing's head at this time.

Because in one face-to-face encounter,

the old man was cut in half.

He couldn't even last one round.

However,

Qing's body staggered, her momentum slowed, and she fell to the ground.

Then,

she used one of her arms to forcibly support herself on the ground, trying to get up again.

The old man, cut in half, began to dissipate.

Soon,

in that corner,

the figure of the old man appeared again.

But this time, it wasn't just that the old man was weaker. The old man who came out only had his upper body, like a disabled person who had lost his legs in a car accident.

The old man was also a little shocked, and a little at a loss. Then, he looked at the old woman in front of him with even more worried eyes.

The old woman, who had been spraying blood for a long time, slowly slowed down the fountain mode,

as if the blood in her body was slowly drying up.

After all,

she had been spraying for so long,

a large area of the floor was covered in her blood.

Even a blood cow couldn't stand this kind of consumption.

"Thump!"

The old woman knelt down,

the sound was loud,

like a heavy hammer, hitting down hard.

"哗啦啦(Hua la la)...哗啦啦(Hua la la)..."

Dense cracking sounds came out,

and a large area of the hotel floor cracked immediately.

The old man grabbed the ground with both hands and crawled towards the old woman.

He still couldn't remember who she was, nor did he know what relationship she had with him, but his heart ached, really ached. Seeing her like this, he was extremely tormented in his heart.

However,

reality is reality after all,

at least in this place,

neither the strong Qing who stood up again, nor the old Daoist who continued to lie there,

had any feeling of being shocked and moved by great "love."

If it hadn't been for the sudden strange accident, the old Daoist and Qing might have already died here. At this time, who would have the mind to feel sorry for others?

Qing stood up again.

The old Daoist lying behind her couldn't wait to give the girl a thumbs up.

"Damn,

this girl is really an unkillable cockroach!"

Step by step, step by step,

Qing walked to the old woman's face,

half-raised the dagger,

"Don't!!!"

The old man roared,

However,

Qing remained unmoved.

She raised her hand and dropped the knife.

The old woman's head was cut off directly.

The headless corpse knelt on the ground,

swaying back and forth, left and right.

In the end,

she collapsed to the ground, and wisps of black smoke rose from the wound on her neck.

The old man watched all this happen, but couldn't stop it.

He stared at Qing with fierce eyes, staring at the delicate face of this little girl, just like when the people of the bookstore killed him. But this time, he himself knew clearly in his heart,

he

wouldn't have another chance.

Although he didn't know why he couldn't die again and again, and was reborn again and again, he understood that it must be related to this old woman.

Now,

the old woman was finished,

so,

he, who had always hated not being able to die, and shouted that not being able to die was also a kind of painful torment, even if he wanted to risk the pain to come back for revenge one more time, had no chance...

The old man had fantasized about his final ending countless times,

but he didn't expect

it to be like this,

confused, but still extremely uncomfortable.

There was no joy of relief,

but a deep fear.

He would sink into the bottomless dark abyss forever,

carrying endless doubts, endless desires, endless unwillingness, and endless guesses.

No,

no,

no!

The old man roared in his heart,

and wisps of black gas were constantly rising from his body,

just like the old woman's situation at this time.

The two of them

would step into eternal darkness together.

Gradually,

only two corpses were left on the ground. It was over. Finally, it was over.

Seeing that both opponents were almost dead,

the old Daoist got up again,

very "decently" tidied up his Daoist robe, and dusted the dust off his sleeves,

as if it was his fierce and stimulating fighting that had solved the two enemies in front of him.

Taking a deep breath,

the old Daoist walked to Qing's side.

Qing had her eyes half-closed,

and took out a silver mask in her hand.

Her palm was exerting force,

and the mask was deforming.

When the mask was completely broken,

everything that happened here would be injected into the mask by Qing, and then sent to the two Rank B team partners who were not far from here, possibly already moving here in the next city.

Even when the old Daoist passed by her,

she didn't care.

The old Daoist was just an ordinary person,

an ordinary person who couldn't be more ordinary.

She didn't care what difference it would make whether he was by her side or not.

Moreover, strictly speaking, the old Daoist was one of her own.

She was too tired now. She needed to wholeheartedly imprint the memories of the past half hour on the mask and then transmit them. The extreme fatigue forced her not to be distracted in any way.

"Girl, you're seriously injured, right? Do you want me to call the pharmacy?

Let me tell you, the medical skills and medical equipment level of the pharmacy next to our store are quite good. A friend of mine lived there for half a year and didn't want to leave, haha."

Qing ignored him.

The old Daoist stroked his beard and didn't feel embarrassed, as if he was used to it.

Seeing that she was still closing her eyes and concentrating, as if she was muttering something, the old Daoist stopped disturbing her and ran to the two incomplete corpses.

He stretched out his foot,

and gently kicked the old man first,

"Dead?

Damn,

you old bastard are finally dead!"

The old Daoist felt a burst of joy in his heart. There was really no way. This old brother was really too capable of causing trouble, and he was the kind who couldn't be killed no matter how much trouble he caused.

Now,

he had finally stopped.

After this, the life in the bookstore could be much quieter, right? At least, some of Xu Qinglang's heart problems should be removed.

The old Daoist was really the kind of person who treated the place where he worked as his home. He sincerely hoped that everyone in the bookstore, well, including all the animals,

well,

and the plants,

could all be well.

Then,

the old Daoist walked to the headless old woman again.

The neck of the old woman wasn't emitting much black mist anymore.

The old Daoist carefully reached out and wanted to grope the old woman's body, not to touch her inappropriately. Although the old Daoist's taste in this area was often ridiculed by Lawyer An, but the ridicule was still within the scope that ordinary people could understand, not so shocking.

Last time, the old Daoist had tasted the sweetness from Gou Xin and had scavenged a lot of good things. In addition, his boss also had this habit. The old Daoist had seen a lot of it and learned from the worthy.

This old woman was so fierce, she should have some good things, right?

But,

as he groped,

he didn't find anything.

He didn't even find any jade jewelry for burial.

The old Daoist was a little unwilling.

He simply grabbed the old woman's shoulders with both hands, trying to push her to sit up so he could look for something on her back.

"Hiss... she's quite heavy!"

The old Daoist used force.

He finally managed to push the old woman's body up,

who knew he might have used too much force.

After the old woman's body sat up, she leaned forward again,

her neck aimed directly at Qing, who was still standing there pinching the mask and entering memory screen information.

In the dark wound on her neck,

in the area wrapped in flesh and blood,

suddenly a mirror was squeezed out from inside.

The mirror received light,

and instantly began to turn red,

then trembled.

An aura mixed with extremely deep resentment and unwillingness gathered in the mirror, ready to burst forth!

Qing suddenly encountered something wrong,

and immediately opened her eyes,

but the mirror shot out a red light in this direction, suddenly!

"Pfft!"

The red light directly penetrated Qing's chest.

The mask in Qing's hand fell directly to the ground. The information hadn't been transmitted yet. A bowl-sized penetrating wound had appeared in her chest. She, who was already like a candle in the wind,

fell straight back to the ground,

her eyes wide open,

with a look of shock and absurdity.

Why,

why

would this happen...

"Damn, girl, what's wrong with you? Why are you so careless!

Don't panic,

I, the Daoist, will send you to the pharmacy!"