Chapter 109: If you kill someone, you must pay with blood.

This man, this man is the one in front of Ranran’s tombstone!

Thinking of this, Lin Jin's eyes were filled with murderous intent. She quickly switched the steel stick and took out an ice pillar wrapped in black cloth from the space.

Zhao Wenhao's pupils bulged as he watched from a distance, and he quickly gave a loud reminder.

"Azhan, be careful!" He took out a wooden rifle from his waist, pulled the trigger and fired several rounds in one breath.

As he finished speaking, Wei Zhan also felt the crisis coming from behind him.

He immediately used all his life's instincts, releasing all the internal energy in his body, and almost instantly covered his entire body with a white film.

At the same time, Wei Zhan dodged and threw the flying knife into the air without even looking.

Lin Jin did not dodge the bullets and flying knives at all, allowing them to hit her body. Her hands missed once and she fell to the ground before dodging again and disappearing.

Wei Zhan was caught up by Lin Jin after he ran half a meter. This time, she did not give Wei Zhan a chance to attack and directly flashed over his head with a weapon in her hand.

The icicles were wrapped around the cloth, and even though most of the coldness was hidden, some crystals appeared on Lin Jin's hands.

Wei Zhan felt the chill and wanted to slip away again.

But at this time Lin Jin's weapon had arrived, and the bottom of the icicle fell on Wei Zhan's head, and the sharp side instantly entered his head like cutting tofu.

Wei Zhan's body stiffened and he could only feel a pain in his head, followed by a chill that seeped into his head.

The icicle easily entered halfway, and the hard head was cracked open, leaving a big hole on the top of the head, and red blood and white brain matter overflowed.

"No!"

Zhao Wenhao's eyes were bloodshot as he watched from a distance. He moved his hands even faster and shot the bullet at Lin Jin as if he was risking his life.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

A second before Wei Zhan's consciousness went black, he barely turned around and saw Zhao Wenhao's painful face.

He pulled the corner of his mouth, spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and uttered a few incoherent words.

"Young...Master!"

I'm sorry I can't protect you anymore.

"boom!"

Wei Zhan's tall body fell to the ground as if all his bones were pulled out, and he was silent in just a moment.

Lin Jin pulled out the icicle indifferently, and blood dripped down the cloth, forming a small puddle on the ground.

Zhao Wenhao's eyes turned red. He no longer cared about being calm or composed. His mind was a mess and he just wanted to kill Lin Jin and bury her with Wei Zhan.

"Lin Jin! Lin Jin!!!"

He quickly changed the magazine and fired bullets from the magazine again.

Bullets came at her in overwhelming numbers, but Lin Jin just waved her hand and the bullets disappeared.

He was walking on the ground holding the icicle and dragging it along the ground. The icicle had been exposed to the outside for a long time but it did not melt. Instead, all the blood and brain matter flowed down from the icicle.

“Crack!”

“Crack!”

The icicle dragged a bloody trail behind it, and scraped against the ground, creating large sparks.

Lin Jin raised her hand and the icicle flew out of her hand.

The icicle flew straight towards Zhao Wenhao. He had no time to think about why the bullet disappeared. He threw away his pistol and rolled to the left.

The icicles brushed past his body and stabbed heavily into the road.

“Boom—”

A big hole was pierced in the hard ground, and large cracks appeared on it.

The cracks spread out in all directions with the icicle as the center, and in a short while the road surface was split like a spider web.

Zhao Wenhao rolled down to the concrete floor and almost rolled into the woods below. Fortunately, he grabbed a tree nearby to steady his body and prevented himself from falling.

Suddenly, he looked up and saw an icicle not far from him. Thinking about how it had just pierced Wei Zhan's head, the hatred in his eyes was immediately replaced by greed.

This good thing can kill A Zhan easily. I think it is a rare weapon.

Zhao Wenhao loosened his hands and rushed towards the icicle. Just as he was about to grab it, he suddenly heard a sound of breaking air.

Lin Jin picked up the flying knives that Wei Zhan had just thrown at her and shot them towards Zhao Wenhao's body one by one.

Zhao Wenhao dodged again, and the flying knife flew over his arm and cheek.

Lin Jin did not hold back her strength at all, leaving bloody marks on his body.

Zhao Wenhao rolled on the ground for a few times and got up, wiped the blood off his face, and swept a cold gaze across Lin Jin's face.

With a flick of his hand, a silver-white iron rod appeared in his hand.

"You are quite capable. It seems I really underestimated you."

He opened his palm, and two pieces of iron rods fell out from the short iron rod.

Zhao Wenhao waved the iron rod and spun it rapidly above his head. The three pieces of iron rod struck sparks on the ground accompanied by the sound of chains.

His face was sinister, and he turned his body, and the tip of the nunchaku attacked Lin Jin's stomach.

Lin Jin pulled her abdomen inward, and the nunchaku missed and fell at her feet. She stepped on the iron rod with one foot, and electricity surged in her hands, ready to deliver electricity.

However, as soon as he bent down, Zhao Wenhao quickly retracted the nunchaku.

The nunchaku rotates in both hands, driving the body to rotate at the same time, and the second stick attacks again.

Lin Jin flashed behind Zhao Wenhao and kicked him straight in the back.

Zhao Wenhao was prepared. The moment he saw Lin Jin disappear, he turned around and swung his nunchaku almost at the same time.

The nunchaku hit Lin Jin's right thigh but did not cause any harm to her at all.

But Zhao Wenhao was not so lucky.

He used a lot of strength in this move, hoping to defeat Lin Jin in one move, but not only was the person on the other side not hurt, but his wrist also felt numb.

What kind of martial arts did Lin Jin practice?

Not only does he have an incredible speed, he can also take things out of thin air, and he also has brute strength.

Those who don’t know would think that this person is an ancient warrior.

Zhao Wenhao looked at Lin Jin warily, not forgetting to take back the nunchaku, "Lin Jin, there is no hatred between you and me, why do you have to hold me so tightly?"

He slowed down his voice, obviously realizing that he couldn't beat Lin Jin and was trying to make peace.

But Lin Jin didn't want to talk to him at all. She landed on the ground steadily, picked up the icicle from behind her, and looked at him with a serious look, wanting only to take Zhao Wenhao's life.

Zhao Wenhao gritted his teeth, knowing that he would not be able to convince Lin Jin, and completely gave up on making peace.

He shook the nunchaku, and immediately the scattered sticks retracted into a complete iron stick.

At this time, Lin Jin's ice pillar also came in front of him. Zhao Wenhao quickly raised his hand and held the iron rod in front of him to block the attack.

The icicle hit the iron rod with a force that was no less than his own just now. This time, not only his wrist was numb, but his arms were also numb.

Lin Jin was close at hand. Zhao Wenhao smiled grimly and pressed a button in the palm of his hand.

The nunchaku, which had just turned into a complete iron rod, was separated into two parts at once when the button was pressed.

He gripped the stick in his right hand and pulled out a blade from the side.

He held one end of the blade with both hands and stabbed it towards Lin Jin's heart, his eyes staring straight into hers.

The teardrop mole under the corner of the eye flashed a dark light again, followed by a slight flash of red light in Zhao Wenhao's eyes.

"Lin Jin, don't resist, just stand still."

The commanding tone made Lin Jin distracted for a moment.

The speed of his attacking hands also slowed down unconsciously, and his mind was briefly blank.

Until her heartbeat was like a drum, the sharp end of the iron sheet pierced through her clothes at her heart, and the cold residual warmth stuck to her body, and Lin Jin's empty thoughts suddenly disappeared.

She looked at Zhao Wenhao, who thought his plan had succeeded, and kicked him hard in the heart.

"Bang——"

Zhao Wenhao was kicked to the side of the car and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs.

He looked at Lin Jin who was moving freely and it was like a bolt from the blue when he was hit on the head.

"This...how is this possible!!"

Covering his burning lungs and spitting out a large mouthful of blood again, Zhao Wenhao didn't understand why he failed.

He has never failed and will never fail!

Why is Lin Jin out of control?

"A person with special abilities? No wonder you are so arrogant. Your trump card is actually charm." Lin Jin walked up to Zhao Wenhao with an icicle in her hand and lifted his face with the sharp end of the icicle.

"Aren't you wondering why I'm holding on to you?"

Lin Jin smiled, and the wound on her face that had stopped bleeding opened again.

Red blood flowed down both cheeks, just like the tears and blood flowing from the eyes of a female ghost crawling out of hell to seek revenge on her enemies.

"Zhao Wenhao, have you ever heard of this saying?"

"If you kill someone, you must pay with blood."