The black line penetrated the darkness and dug deep into the ornamental trees beside the road, making six tiny holes in the trunks.

The branches swayed and the leaves fell. Time seemed to slow down, and the wind carried the green leaves around in a circle in the air.

A dark blue shadow flashed by behind the falling leaves.

Time flows normally.

The black line emerged from the tree trunk, and the purple-haired man turned his head without hesitation, looking at the empty path to the right.

There was nothing there, no shadows, no sound of insects chirping as spring turned to summer.

“There it is.”

But the purple-haired man said affirmatively.

And in silence, he decisively controlled the black lines, swooping down from a high altitude.

It was oxygenated blood, a tiny black line, and also a weapon endowed with supernatural powers. The red and black were intertwined, and the purple-haired man's supernatural power was to control them.

Qu is a mimicry type, and so is this purple-haired man. Mimicry abilities cannot create things out of thin air, and what he controls is the blood of others!

The blood on the bloody footprints along the way was pulsating like a spring, and the blood beads seeped into the intertwined and flying red and black lines in the air.

"Run away, there's no point in not running away," he said.

But is that all?

And someone raised the corner of his mouth and chuckled in the silence.

At the same time

The white fingertips flickered as if the contact was poor, and touched the purple-haired man's shoulder from the blind spot.

"Where are you looking at?" he whispered.

The shadow chuckled behind him.

The black line suddenly stopped in the air, and the purple-haired man was stunned for a moment. He seemed to suddenly realize that there was someone behind him.

But in a split second, a long black line appeared in the air and turned a corner, then stabbed in the original direction like a black snake.

The purple-haired man did not attack the person behind him, but stubbornly chose a piece of air!

His actions were correct.

Behind him was a phantom, and in the direction he chose, a black-haired young man was standing there with a smile on his face.

The supernatural power covered Li Li's body with a layer of false cover, making her seem to blend into the background and become invisible here.

But her essence is here, the heart beating in her chest, the blood flowing in her body, all here, constituting her entire being.

So that's it, she thought.

Her illusion was 'seen through'.

Li Li looked at the blood line, put her hands in her pockets, and the smile on her face deepened.

The blood line is in front of you!

The next moment, the blood line seemed to pass through a ball of air, catching nothing, and pierced into the stone bench behind.

The sound of the fingers ringing is heard, and the real body and the phantom are replaced.

At the same time, the purple-haired man turned around and stepped back. The blood lines on the ground were like a prison, rising from bottom to top, trapping the young man wearing sunglasses.

The pair of red pupils behind the sunglasses narrowed slightly, and black and red ribbons fluttered in front of her, covering the long strips of street lights and spinning in shadow.

"How can you escape like this?" The purple-haired man showed some dissatisfaction.

In his eyes, the prey entered the cage itself.

Li Li whispered, "Why are you running away?"

She knew Yueqing's plan.

From the shadow behind her and the empty path, the purple-haired man accurately found the location of her real body.

At the same time, when she exchanged positions with the phantom, he quickly noticed her actions.

The person in front of him was able to break through the illusion and accurately find her true self.

Yue Qing's way of restraining the illusionist is to find a psychic who can break through the illusion and find the real person directly.

Once it is confirmed that the illusion is an illusion, her ability will be greatly reduced when facing high-level ones.

False reality would be completely reduced to illusion, and she couldn't even use illusions to confuse her enemies.

This is her natural nemesis.

The top of the cell was black and bulged downward, with long, sharp needles piercing downward from the top.

But Li Li was extremely relaxed.

What good luck, she thought.

She had received intelligence in advance, and the enemy she was facing at this time was just a C-level one!

The illusion was 100% activated, and the prison constructed by the supernatural power could not stop her at all.

She lifted her feet, and her boots passed through the bloodline as if passing through a layer of air.

Under the light of the street lamps, those eyes looked like glowing red gems.

But in the eyes of the person who saw these eyes, it was like an endless whirlpool that enveloped his heart and suffocated him!

"Let me escape?" she laughed.

"Are you worthy?"

...

He Shasha fell to the ground, she couldn't run anymore.

She turned her head to look at the black-haired young man's back, but she couldn't see his expression.

But she saw the purple-haired man's face distorted with shock, and he was backing away.

The blood lines in the sky became crazy, the purple-haired man roared, and the veins on his neck bulged. The speed of the blood lines was accelerating, and the blood from the bodies of the people he killed within a hundred meters was sucked out and connected into lines for his use.

Then he stabbed at the man's navy blue back from all directions.

Ineffective, ineffective, absolutely ineffective!

The blood line in the sky that surged from behind became thinner, and the surging silk thread could not bring the man any harm.

The blood line was broken.

The long black line looked like a demon that could take people's lives in the night, but the black-haired young man ignored it and walked forward slowly.

He took a step, and the purple-haired man who was clearly attacking took a step back.

But the distance between them is narrowing.

The man spoke.

He Shasha heard an extremely pleasant, low-pitched, magnetic male voice, frivolous and casual.

The young man said, "You saw the people you killed."

He Shasha couldn't understand this sentence.

But she saw that the purple-haired man, who was a devil to her, opened his eyes wide as if his eyeballs were about to bulge out.

It was as if he had seen the most unbelievable sight, muttering: "Impossible, impossible..."

And the sound continued.

"Maybe their faces and bodies are not clear," the young man said, his tone rising as if he was telling a story that he himself found interesting, "but you see them surrounding you and looking at you."

"Don't come over here!" The purple-haired man was backing away, trying to escape from the voice that followed him like a shadow and he couldn't get rid of it.

It was like hell.

The next second, the figure of the black-haired young man appeared directly in front of the purple-haired man. The young man raised his sunglasses and looked at him with his red, muddy pupils.

"You don't remember how you killed them, but it doesn't matter, they just picked up the kitchen knife."

"I just chopped you into pieces bit by bit."

The night wind carried the words into the ears of the purple-haired man.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" he screamed wildly.

He Shasha crawled backwards in fear. She saw the devil-like man who she could not defeat kneeling on the ground with his limbs twisted as if they had been chopped off by a sharp weapon.

That purple-haired man is a devil?!

If he is, what is that young man?

It is a murderous demon, a devil from hell!

She retreated backwards in fear, until she leaned against the long pole of the street light, with nowhere to retreat.

I wanted to run away, but I couldn't stand up.

The purple-haired man fell silent, but the young man turned around.

He walked towards her direction step by step.

Don't come over here!

Tears blurred her vision and she felt great fear.

The boots stepped on the ground silently. She saw the man walking on the road, getting closer and closer to her.

Then he stopped in front of her.

The young man spoke.

"I'm going to hide at a friend's house recently. Don't come back."

He Shasha didn't react for a moment.

It was different from the previous one, with a slightly deeper tone.

The young man raised his boots again, brushed past her, and left in the same direction he came.

Only then did He Shasha realize that there was the way out of the community.

She remembered what the purple-haired man had said to the young man. He asked the young man, "Are you the kind of good person who stands up for justice?"

That person, was it to save her?

"Wait, wait!" He Shasha propped herself up with one hand and faced the figure. She was afraid, but a great courage rose from her chest.

Because she was running, trying to pull him away?

She shouted with a trembling voice: "Thank you, thank you!"

But the man did not pause like he did just now, as if he heard nothing.

He Shasha thought the young man heard it, but

No one can stop him from taking the path he chooses, that's all.

...

Crows circled over Sitong City at night. In a noble family's private residence in the suburbs, An Heyu held a pen and wrote on a book.

That's the management and distribution of his assets in Sitong City.

Although the An family's supernatural power inheritance is broken, the financial foundation of the old noble family is enough for him and An Huyu to live a wealthy life.

At this moment.

"Mr. Noble, you are being excluded."

The black-haired young man suddenly appeared on his left, leaning his back against the table and looking down at him.

There was a smile on his face that was familiar to An Heyu, and he was very arrogant, as if nothing could make him admit defeat.

In fact, Li Li's smile was full of sarcasm.

"?" An Heyu was stunned at first, then looked at Li Li for a while before taking a deep breath, "What happened?"

"The noble Qu family has arrived." said Li Li.

"I'm not asking how they are." An Heyu put down his pen and stood up, seeming to put on a serious expression, but seeing Li Li's smile without any self-reflection, he finally showed a bitter expression, "I'm asking what you did after you knew about this incident?"

"This." Li Li tilted her head, "He killed a C-rank named Qu."

An Heyu: "..."

An Heyu: "Heige, I beg you, I beg you, can you tell me before you do anything next time?"

If he didn't have well-developed tear glands like An Huyu, he would have cried too!

But Li Li kept smiling and said in a very relaxed and casual tone: "If you don't like him, you can solve it when you meet him."

Hearing this, An Heyu took a deep breath, then held his forehead and sighed: "You are really crazy."

...

Li Li thought it was a good idea for her to find An Heyu.

After a brief period of collapse, An Heyu quickly returned to work mode and cleaned up the mess for her very efficiently.

Including recycling the corpse, obtaining information, arranging follow-up, and preparing to conceal her actions from Yueqing.

And speculate on the preparations in Yueqing based on the existing conditions.

But when Li Li was leisurely drinking milk tea and watching An Heyu busy, An Heyu suddenly turned around and asked her: "Heige, do you want to practice swan feathers?"

Li Li blinked and said, "Yeah."

She learned this from the cartoonist, a universal perfunctory phrase that still sounds like affirmation.

After hearing Li Li's "assurance", An Heyu continued to be busy with peace of mind, while Li Li used the crow phantom to wander around the city, looking for the reason why An Heyu asked her that.

She soon found it.

When she found it, she couldn't help but sigh: Little Corgi, why did you get beaten again!

In the darkness of night, in front of a small platform in the park, Yiming fell to the ground. Tang was treating him beside him, while An Huyu was hiding behind a stone pillar with his head in his hands.

A strange strong man stood in front of them, with his waist and abdomen sticking out, and said, "Is that all, Haig?"

Yiming looked extremely angry: "I already said I'm not!!!"

An Huyu poked his head out from behind the stone pillar, waving his flag and shouting, "No, it's you! Hurry up and beat him up, Hager!"

The strong man continued to add fuel to the fire, although he did seem to have recognized the wrong person: "Stand up! Haig!"

Only Yiming was so angry that he cursed: "F*ck me!!!"

As for Haig himself, Li Li stood a hundred meters away with a nonchalant smile.

Come on, little Corgi, this is all experience, this is all growth!

It has nothing to do with the son paying off the father's debt.