He has a lot to ask!

He slashed at the remaining arm of the man in red with his hand knife.

Not to mention him, Hao also had questions to ask these people, and the fist he swung out obviously avoided the vital points.

The last person fell to the ground screaming.

Suo Mingcheng's voice actually came from inside the house. He must have jumped in through the window.

"What bad luck! There's only one person down there. Looks like I guessed wrong."

Cen Qiyun's face was still a little pale at this time. Seeing that the situation was no longer critical, she turned around and rushed towards the books that were still on fire.

She clapped her hands to put out the fire, muttering to herself, "My book, my book."

Meng Yi's face changed. He turned around, pushed aside Suo Mingcheng who was blocking the door, and rushed towards the box.

"Damn!"

There was a flurry of activity, but fortunately the money was not lost, only the box was set on fire.

But Cen Qiyun held the burnt book in her hands, her face grim. "How am I going to explain this to the library?"

She turned her head and looked at the man in red who was still wailing with hatred, gritting her teeth.

Meng Yi said from the side: "The arsonist has been beaten to death by you."

Only then did Cen Qiyun's expression ease a little.

"Your gun... is very powerful." Meng Yi glanced at the silver-white revolver that Cen Qiyun threw at his feet.

Cen Qiyun picked up the gun and stuffed it somewhere on his body. "I modified it before."

She shook her right hand, and the flesh faded away, revealing a rusty mechanical hand. "The pseudo-god I believed in before...the god I believed in was called Iron Creation."

Meng Yi suddenly realized.

Outside the door, Suo Mingcheng and Hao had already squatted in front of the last man in red, holding something like a flashlight and began to interrogate him.

"Why are you targeting Meng Yi? If I'm not mistaken, you should be followers of the Blood Sacrifice Sect."

Hao said curiously, "I don't understand."

Meng Yi stood behind them and silently memorized the name "Xueyueji".

The red-clothed man's arms were broken. He was now panting and staring at Meng Yi, sneering, "Thief!"

"Oh?" Hao glanced at Meng Yi, then turned back to ask, "I'd like to hear more."

"Well...if you cooperate, I won't send you to the Penal Department."

Even though the man in red was already in this state, his face changed when he heard the name of the Criminal Justice Department.

"There's nothing much to say. He's just an evil god who stole my divine power."

He sneered at Meng Yi: "You are truly pathetic for believing in such an evil god."

Hao's expression turned extremely serious: "Evil God? This is a very serious accusation!"

The most important characteristic of evil gods is that they will devour the power of other righteous gods.

He said sternly, "Think it over carefully before you speak!"

Meng Yi's mind was already in a state of confusion.

It seems that when he traveled through time, he must have seized the power of a certain god.

Blood sacrifice?

Flesh magic and the image of one of the people on the opposite side...

Randomly draw...

Is this Blood Sacrifice God a god who masters three kinds of magic?

I will soon face the accusations of the evil god, and I absolutely cannot bear this title!

Otherwise, the Scarlet King's faith will become a pariah.

The other party can't talk nonsense...

He passed by Hao, and before the other party could react, a thin piece of flesh and blood suddenly stretched out from his right hand and pierced through the eyes of the man in red.

His words got stuck in his throat.

Hao Huo stood up.

Meng Yi's face was cold, and he squeezed out a word from between his teeth: "Don't insult God!"

Cen Qiyun stood by the door with a look of admiration on her face.