Junior brother, he is both wild and fierce

"Old man!"

Lin Qingzhi's expression twisted.

With a snap of his fingers, a wisp of spiritual energy was injected into the old man's body.

Without the nosy old man, the one-eyed man looked at Lin Qingzhi unscrupulously, his eyes were obscene and disgusting.

"My little beauty, you are so beautiful. Come home with me, I will take good care of you..."

Su Yu looked at the man with a gloomy expression.

Damn!

Before the one-eyed man could finish his words, there was a whoosh sound and an invisible sword energy came down and cut off his left arm.

The speed was so fast that the scarred man didn't even feel the pain.

At this time, the one-eyed man still had an obscene smile on his face, and the blood spurting from his arm was all over his face.

It's raining?

The one-eyed man wanted to raise his hand to touch it, but found that his left arm was empty.

What does the man realize?

The intense pain instantly reached his brain, and the one-eyed man fell limply to the ground, wailing in pain.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

"My hand, my hand—"

At this moment, Lin Qingzhi's face was as dark as ink.

The looks of the gangsters in front of him were as if they were looking at dead people.

"Junior brother, let Senior Sister come."

Suddenly, all the depression in Su Yu's body disappeared without a trace.

He stood aside obediently, "Okay, sister."

The bright red blood flowed more and more, and the surrounding land was dyed blood red.

The one-eyed man knew that if he didn't stop the bleeding, he would surely die.

He yelled behind him, "What are you doing standing there, you bunch of idiots? Come and save me."

Lin Qingzhi glanced at him coldly.

This man is full of sins and has countless dead under his control. Killing him would be justice.

She raised her hand and waved it, a strong wind blew, and the man's head and body were separated.

The man's eyes were wide open, as if he was dying with his eyes open.

His head rolled on the ground several times, rolling to the footsteps of several gangsters behind him, staring at them intently.

Several gangsters were so frightened that they almost dropped their weapons.

Seeing that the big brother was in trouble, the bandits behind him also panicked?

What just happened?

How come brother's head broke off for no reason?

Killing without being seen, several people looked at each other and swallowed in fear.

The usually arrogant gangsters' legs were shaking violently and they were terrified of death.

Lin Qingzhi snorted coldly.

"Are you scared?"

"How can you not be afraid when you kill innocent people?"

These people are responsible for the lives of at least five or six innocent people, and they even spared no newborn babies.

The souls of these people all emit a foul stench.

The man on the far left looks like a skinny guy, with a baby spirit at his feet, gnawing at his calf.

What Lin Qingzhi hates most are villains who bully others by taking advantage of their power.

"nausea."

"too disgusting."

"Aren't you afraid of the wronged souls taking your lives?"

The second brother among the gangsters calmed himself down and thought, since they were in numbers, there was nothing to be afraid of.

"You crazy woman, don't... don't spread rumors to confuse people."

"I don't believe in ghosts and gods in my life. They are all lies. I have seen mountains of swords and seas of blood in my life. Countless souls have died in my hands."

The man raised the big knife in his hand and spoke as if to show off.

"This sword of mine has seen blood, so I am not afraid of ghosts or gods. If I meet a ghost, I will kill it. If I meet a god, I will kill him. They are all souls that have died under my sword."

"Hahahahaha!!!"

The coldness on Lin Qingzhi's face became even stronger.

"You are not afraid of death."

The man looked at Lin Qingzhi arrogantly and said provocatively:

"Even if I die, I will still be an evil ghost, hahahahahaha. Then I will kill you, the stinky bitch, too. Come down and accompany me.

Faced with provocation, Lin Qingzhi was not angry.

She flicked her fingers, and a golden light fell into the man's eyes.

"I died miserably. I died miserably."

A sinister woman's voice sounded in the man's ears, very close, as if she was speaking in his ear.

The man shuddered instantly and felt a chill on his back.

The voice spoke again.

"My stomach is broken open and my intestines are spilling out. Can you be kind enough to pick them up for me?"

The man was sure that someone was talking on his back.

His body was so heavy that he couldn't move his legs at all.

The man shouted, "Who are you? Get off my back!"

A breath of death blew in his ears.

The voice was sinister.

"It's me, Yingniang."

The man's pupils shrank suddenly.

Yingniang?

She...Hasn't she been dead for three years?