While Yan Jiu was playing the Rebirth Mantra on her phone.
Ma Weiwei's uncle, dragging his injuries, chanted sutras and prayed for the old woman while calling out to Yan Jiu, "Senior, listen to me, the Taiyi Sect is truly willing to appoint you as their leader. I guarantee it with my life, please come to our sect!"
Seeing the impassioned senior apprentice.
Ma Weiwei really wanted to find a crack to crawl into.
Jiang Azi squatted down next to Ma Weiwei and shook her head, saying firmly, "Ajiu wouldn't give up her good job as the curator to become some kind of thankless sect leader."
Ma Weiwei nodded immediately.
She said she understood Jiang Azi's point.
Ma Weiwei felt she needed to go back and have a good talk with the director; giving Yan Jiu a team member was too much of a waste of her talent.
She adjusted her attitude.
Ma Weiwei retorted, "I'll step down and give way to Senior Yan. No, a mere group leader isn't worthy of a senior!"
Jiang Azi: "..." Are you alright?
Her original intention was to have Ma Weiwei persuade the white-bearded old man to stop wasting his time.
Unexpectedly, Ma Weiwei was too proactive, not only misinterpreting her meaning but also expanding her thinking!
Unaware of the charade played by those around her, Yan Jiu approached the half-dead masked man.
The two masked men tried to distance themselves from Yan Jiu.
Yet they remain trapped in the constraints of playing cards.
They were completely unable to move.
Yan Jiu saw through the masked men's trembling bodies and the pretense they were putting on.
The smile on her lips turned somewhat sinister.
Yan Jiu raised her foot: "Did you think about today when you did evil?"
He violently kicked one of the masked men away.
The masked man left an arc in the air like a dead fish before finally coming to a stop when his body hit a tree trunk.
Nagara was stunned by this scene.
Aren't humans supposed to be highly respected and often arrogant, so why would they treat prisoners of war well?
Why is this person so eccentric?!
At that time.
Yan Jiu looked at the other masked man with a long, drawn-out gaze.
The masked man was filled with unease.
The next second.
Yan Jiu punched him with the force of a head-smashing blow.
Unfortunately, the masked man, who was too resilient, did not die; he only fell to the ground and rolled over.
The masked man touched a hand full of wet, sticky soil.
But what entered my nostrils was not only the fishy smell of soil, but also a faint smell of rust.
soon.
A sharp, stinging sensation came from all parts of my body.
The sea of fire receded.
Moonlight peeked through the dark clouds and thick smoke, and the masked man, by its light, saw the playing card that had scratched his skin.
Countless playing cards were laid out in a row, standing suspended in the air on the ground like iron plates with their blades pointing upwards.
He just rolled over the cards.
It left a small wound.
Although its power is small, it is enough to intimidate.
Nagara had gone from shock to silence.
Yan Jiu is the Asura, isn't she?
Otherwise, how could they be even more torturous than them!
Upon seeing this.
Ma Weiwei and the others looked on with admiration.
They had long wanted to torture evildoers like this.
Unfortunately, I lack both ability and inspiration.
Jiang Azi squatted to the side, resting her chin on her hand.
She inexplicably thought of a popular saying—"Look, what cruel tortures has my Minister of Justice invented this time?"
Yan Jiu used his fist to politely interact with the masked man: "Tell me, what is the purpose of the borrowing formation?"
One of the masked men was beaten so badly by Yan Jiu that his face was swollen to the point that it was inseparable from the mask, and he was unable to speak at all.
Yan Jiu then turned her gaze to another masked man.
The masked man roared, "I'll talk, I'll talk! Lord Rahu wants the fortune to find the Nine Great..."
Before he could finish speaking...
The masked figure resembles a lump of corn coated in tomato sauce.
After being baked at high temperatures, the red color burst open like popcorn, scattering in all directions.
Blood and flesh mixed with brain matter fell into the mud.
This eliminates the need for cremation.
Burial was completed in one step.
As for whether it's safe or not?
Perhaps only the deceased knows.
Apart from Yan Jiu and Nagalo, everyone else was present.
Everyone else was stunned and exclaimed that such a confidentiality agreement was truly foolproof.
Yan Jiu looked at the other masked man who was trembling uncontrollably: "He's so pitiful, why don't you go down and keep him company?"
The masked man shook his head frantically.
He opened his mouth towards Yan Jiu, making "woo-woo-woo" sounds, but unfortunately, his mouth was swollen like his face from Yan Jiu's punches, and he couldn't say a word.
Yan Jiu: "Your structure is simpler than a grasshopper? You actually think you can still talk after being hit by my fist? Well, I guess I won't get anything out of you. I'll just send you on your way out."
"Don't be nervous, take a deep breath. It's normal to feel dizzy before you get killed. Don't worry, I have experience."
"Hey, why did your hand slip? I guess you haven't practiced in a while and you're out of practice. Don't worry, it'll be over soon."
Everyone: "..." Hey, my old friend, is it true that you never run out of creative ideas for your scary quotes?
final.
The masked man did not fall to Yan Jiu's fist.
Instead, he was so frightened that he died on the spot.
Yan Jiu stood up straight and teased, "This young man has such good sleep quality, he falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow."
Everyone: "..." A sleep like that of an infant?
Yan Jiu elegantly wiped her hands.
He walked toward Nagara.
Nagalu felt a chill run down his spine.
Nagara quickly calmed down and sneered, "The victor is king, the loser is villain. Do with me as you please!"
Yan Jiu patted Nagalo's masked face: "Silly girl, how could I bear to kill you like this?"
The affectionate words reached Nagara's ears.
It's not heavenly music.
It was the devil's words.
Yan Jiu stroked her chin and looked at Nagaluo's face: "How strange, why do you all wear masks?"
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