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The moment the purple light flashed, Leng Junsi thought he was dazzled.

It's nothing, it's just too fast.

It was so fast that only a residual image was left, as if the light had turned purple and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

However, the next second, a big hand grabbed Situ Lang's head from behind and lifted him up!

Then, he simply pressed his head and smashed it directly on the tank!

"bump!"

The jar is broken.

Situ Lang...is probably broken too!

Leng Junsi looked at Situ Lang sliding down the ground, then raised his head blankly and looked at the arrogant purple hair: "Are you... a human?"

Could it be the ghost of death who came to pick him up?

After all, this speed, this strength... it doesn't look like something a human can do!

Bai Lang raised his eyebrows and grinned: "Guess."

Leng Junsi: “…”

"bump!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened.

The two people who rushed in and the two people in the room looked at each other.

Both parties cried out in surprise at the same time.

The soldier's face changed: "The man who came has a thorn..."

Leng Junsi was shocked: "Oh no..."

But they didn't finish their words.

Because Bai Lang arrived at the door in a flash, and then...

He held each head with one hand and twisted it off neatly and quickly, just like pulling a carrot.

"puff!"

The blood-red liquid drew two perfect arcs in the air, and the source was the head in Bai Lang's hand.

After twisting his head, Bai Lang closed the door.

He turned around with two bloody heads in his hands and met Leng Junsi's dull and stiff little face.

"Forehead……"

Bai Lang was stunned for a moment, then he looked down at the head in his hand and reflected: "Sorry, I accidentally used a little too much force."

Leng Junsi: “…”Are you sure it’s just “a little heavy”?

For fear of scaring the child, Bai Lang threw the two heads onto the bed and rubbed the blood on his hands on the two headless corpses.

Focus on effective utilization!

After wiping the blood, Bai Lang showed what he thought was a kind smile: "Hello, Leng Junsi, right? I'm here to pick you up."

Leng Junsi: “…” Continue?

This word is very spiritual!

The twelve-year-old Leng Xiaoye is not a man who has never seen the world. The children of the Leng family have been accustomed to life and death since childhood, and each one is braver than the other.

But he has never seen a ghost!

For the first time in his life, Mr. Leng felt... a little urgent to pee!

He looked at Bai Lang, with his mouth open in surprise, and asked blankly, "Did the King of Hell ask you to pick me up?"

Bai Lang: “…Ah?”

Leng Junsi had a sad face, maybe he was too scared or something, but he didn't cry, he just said with a pale face: "It must be, only the ghost of death has such good skills, and you know my name, and you said you would come to pick me up, it must be the King of Hell who wants me dead!"

Bai Lang really thought about it seriously, then nodded and said, "That's about the same." When Xie Yuantang gets crazy, he's even more cruel than the King of Hell!

Since he was going to die anyway, Leng Junsi was actually ready to die. He drooped his shoulders and said, "I knew it. It's a pity that I haven't given the tiger seal to my little cousin yet. Brother Wuchang, can you help give the tiger seal to my cousin and then take me away?"

As he said this, he took out the iron lump.

Bai Lang: “…”

He looked at the iron lump, then looked at Leng Junsi in surprise: "Aren't you afraid?"

Leng Junsi nodded: "If I'm afraid, how can I not die?"

Bai Lang smiled: "Yes, I can."

Leng Junsi: "...Is the management of your hell so casual?"

"what!"

Bai Lang was happy. Hearing the footsteps approaching outside the door, he walked over, bent down, and carried Leng Junsi on his shoulder with one hand: "Don't make a sound. I'll take you to give the tiger head seal to your little cousin."

As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped out of the window carrying Leng Junsi.

The cool breeze whistled past his ears. In the dark night, Leng Junsi watched the trees behind him rapidly retreating.

The moonlight shines through the dense leaves, casting sparse light.

In those light forces, Leng Junsi saw Bai Lang's shadow.

He stared at the shadows for a long time before he reacted with an "Ah" and grabbed Bai Lang's clothes with his hands: "You, you, you... you have a shadow, you are not a ghost!"

Bai Lang laughed: "Not bad, not stupid."

Leng Junsi became even more excited when he heard what he said, and turned his head to look at him: "I haven't seen you before, you are not my father's, then you must be my little cousin's, right?"

"Brother, what's your name? How come you are so powerful? Can I learn martial arts from you..."

Once the little brat is no longer afraid, he becomes a chatterbox.

Bai Lang's mouth twitched, and he stopped, put him on the ground, and then took out two pieces of black cloth: "One to cover the eyes, and one to cover the mouth."

Leng Junsi: "Why?"

Bai Lang held out his hand with a fake smile: "No reason, either do as I say, or I'll knock you out, your choice."

Leng Junsi: “…” You are not a ghost, you are scarier than a ghost.

He obediently covered his eyes and mouth, not daring to leave any gaps.

Bai Lang made gestures to the left and right after he was sure that he could no longer see.

In an instant, several zombies flashed through the forest, following Bai Lang as they leaped and galloped through the forest and returned to the mountain.

-

Xie Yuantang held on for the whole night until dawn, when she sensed Bai Lang and the zombies approaching, and she struggled to open her eyes.

She thought that after such a long time, Situ Yan must have fallen asleep, and she could just leave quietly.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she moved, Situ Yan immediately asked: "Madam, are you awake? Are you feeling better? Do you want some water?"

Xie Yuantang was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Situ Yan: "You...didn't sleep all night?"

Situ Yan smiled nonchalantly: "I'm not sleepy."

Xie Yuantang looked at the bloodshot in his eyes, was silent for two seconds, and then said, "I still feel a little uncomfortable. Please carry me to the back mountain."

"Okay."

Situ Yan didn't ask anything, he bent down, picked up Xie Yuantang and walked out of the tent.

Yan Feng and Yan Mo were sitting outside the door, one was dozing off and the other was looking around vigilantly with his eyes open.

Seeing the two of them coming out, Yan Mo immediately stood up: "Your Highness..."

Situ Yan shook his head: "You don't have to follow."

Having said that, he strode away with Xie Yuantang.

Yan Mo looked at the direction the two people left, his eyes flashing.

If he remembered correctly, the princess started feeling unwell after she came back from there last night.

Situ Yan carried Xie Yuantang to the place. As usual, he stood guard outside while Xie Yuantang walked behind the boulder alone.

Within a moment, Situ Yan's ears moved slightly.

He heard a noise.

Situ Yan blinked, looked at the gray sky, and covered his ears with his hands.

He couldn't control his extraordinary hearing, so he had to use this method to avoid finding out her secrets.

He didn't know why, but as the mountain wind blew aimlessly from the back mountain, Situ Yan felt that the faint smell of blood also carried a hint of the same uncomfortable smell that made him feel last night.

No one noticed that the bloodshot in those peach blossom eyes was getting more and more, as if something was slowly becoming uncontrollable...