Shocking! The master of metaphysics is actually the ancestor of ghosts and monsters!

Is this woman saying she won't let them off the hook?

A burst of laughter followed.

"Your men are all dead, only the disabled are left. You wouldn't expect this piece of junk to deal with us, would you? Hahahahahaha."

Those people were referring to Wang Bin, who was wrapped in bandages.

Wang Bin was the center of everyone's attention, feeling as if he were being roasted over a charcoal fire, and dared not move an inch.

"Catch them all."

The leader's laughter stopped abruptly, his expression instantly changed, and he issued orders with a grim look.

"Boss, let's run! Let that bastard take the bullets for us from behind."

Nangong Qian whispered her opinion, which Wang Bin, who was standing next to her, immediately heard.

"..."

How could such a delicate young lady be so ruthless?

He was very self-aware; the beast Nangong Qian was referring to was him!

With a thousand thoughts racing through his mind, he finally understood why the woman hadn't stopped him from going forward—she was waiting for him there.

Jing Li looked at the girl who was tightly clutching the hem of his clothes with surprise. He didn't expect that the little rabbit next to him had so many ideas.

She kept Wang Bin around for a reason; he had his own uses.

It wasn't meant to be used as a shield.

Jing Li took a step back, trying to create some distance between herself and the others. Hmm, the smell wasn't very pleasant...

To those people and Duoyi, her action was seen as a sign of fear.

Duo Yi smiled smugly, staring venomously at Jing Li's face, wishing she could scratch it raw.

The genes of the Chinese are just good; their skin is always fair and tender, and they naturally possess the gentle temperament characteristic of the Chinese people.

"Just tie them up."

She said coldly.

Even if they kneel down and beg her now, she won't let them go.

The two people in front responded quickly and stepped forward, baring their arms, intending to subdue Jing Li and Nangong Qian.

The people behind them stood there smiling maliciously, seemingly underestimating how much of a splash the two little girls could make.

He stood aside, ready to watch the two beg for mercy.

This is to satisfy their long-accumulated perverse tastes.

"trouble."

The girl raised her eyes, and a slight chill flashed across them.

Her hair bounced up and down in her hair, looking rather unwilling.

Qin Ruolan's silent protest: I don't want to go. They have talismans on them, which will damage my hair.

Jing Li's command of Qin Ruolan was ineffective.

He sighed helplessly.

The thugs aren't working anymore.

Jing Li had already noticed the so-called peace charm. The human traffickers in Dianyi, having done many bad things, would always go to temples of all sizes to pray for peace.

Or perhaps they've done too many bad things and are afraid of being targeted by evil spirits, so they carry around blessed items to ward off evil.

As a vengeful ghost, especially after absorbing the power of the bronze statue, Qin Ruolan was naturally not afraid of the amulets on those people.

Despite not being afraid, ghosts and monsters still don't want to come into contact with these things.

Just like Qin Ruolan now, she's so hesitant and indecisive, worried that her hair will get damaged, and she just won't go up.

You really can't rely on a thug who's always going crazy.

To deal with humans, you should find human henchmen.

Jing Li immediately decided that once things were settled here, she would hire a few bodyguards to protect her!

The girl moved with lightning speed. As the men rushed over, she grabbed the arms of the two men in front of her with a snap.

Two people with contorted faces let out painful groans from their throats.

Then his arms hung limply at his sides.

Just as he was about to swing his other hand, the girl grabbed his shoulder and shoved him hard.

The two collided and immediately spun around in place, seeing stars.

Unable to discern directions.

My head was buzzing, and I could hear all sorts of shouts and sounds of fighting.

"You've got some skills, but you've been relying on them to get ahead. Let's see how I deal with you."

The disdainful expressions on the faces of those underlings gradually disappeared.

"Go together."

Si Yan originally thought that the two women would come to him helplessly and beg him.

He might be able to help them escape from here.

But right now, things have clearly gone beyond his expectations.

The girl moved effortlessly among the crowd, and every now and then a "click" sound could be heard.

Tables and chairs were scattered all over the floor.

There were signs of fighting everywhere.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Wang Bin crawled out of the crowd, but he was inevitably hit a few times, and the white bandages were stained red by the reopened wounds.

He had no way to express his suffering, and with a long face, he hid under the cabinet.

His own people are all dead, and he is the only one still alive; he doesn't want to die either.

As they fought, they shouted and cursed, using truly offensive language. Jing Li's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

The girl seemed to have inexhaustible strength as she pounded on those people, and their expressions of pain were clearly visible.

The seemingly light and airy movements revealed an invisible ruthlessness.

Her face was expressionless.

However, the person who had been cursing the most was now spitting and rolling his eyes as he lay on the ground, being trampled on by many people in the chaos.

Nangong Qian couldn't be Jing Li's little shadow, so she could only sneak around and do dirty tricks behind his back. Relying on her own immense luck, she was always able to evade being caught and casually take a stick and hit those people's heads hard.

It's starting to work; she's already knocked several people unconscious on the ground.

Si Yan became increasingly alarmed as she looked at it, but no one else noticed.

As a sorcerer, he clearly sensed the faint power on Jing Li's wrist, as if a layer of spiritual energy surrounded her entire body, and each strike carried a power that ordinary people could not estimate.

She is a sorcerer!

In the chaos, someone screamed, "Shoot!"

A shrill female voice, as if she had gone mad.

The man with the gun reacted as expected, grabbing his gun and searching for Jing Li.

His gaze locked on her, and a cruel smile crept across his face. "Die!"

"Bang! Bang!"

"boom--"

Several gunshots rang out in succession on the street.

"Boss, be careful!"

When Nangong Qian saw the gun, her voice trembled and she almost stopped breathing; this could kill someone.

Jing Li grabbed one of the people who tried to grab her and pulled him in front of her with incredible speed.

It's clear that the person who fired the shot wasn't a very good shot.

Of the three shots fired, only one hit the person being held by Jing Li.

And the position was at the side of the waist, as he brushed past.

It did not cause any vital damage.

Jingli turned her head to look at the bullets on the wall.

It was deeply embedded in the wall, leaving obvious bullet holes.

His eyes gleamed with increasing interest; this thing was truly fascinating.

She threw the person in front of her over.

He stared at the gun in the shooter's hand, his eyes filled with excitement.

The man was startled by her gaze.

His hand holding the gun trembled slightly.

Is this person a ghost? Their speed is unlike that of a human, and their strength is beyond human comprehension.

A gunshot rang out.

Still heading in Jing Li's direction.

But the girl was no longer in the same spot.

Just as everyone had guessed, she appeared mysteriously behind the man with the gun.