Chapter 175 Gun
Jiang Wu didn't expect that what Han Zhong cared about most at this moment was that he didn't look back at him.
But in fact, he saw that his eyes were bleeding, his body was covered in blood, and he was screaming in pain as if he had lost his mind. He had never lost his composure before. He was not like the domineering president on TV at all, nor was he as impressive as the first time he saw him on the balcony of the Golden Land Hotel. He was even afraid of the dark and hid on the balcony, but he had to hold a cup of coffee and pretend to enjoy the view.
So he didn't dare to look again. If he looked again, he didn't know what he would do.
He thought he would wait and look again, wait until Han Zhong's heart wound healed, wait until the blood in his eyes dried up, wait until his bloodstained lips were no longer pale, wait until his heart no longer felt like it was torn apart, then he would look back.
He looked into the black eyes in front of him, his gaze was clear and quiet, and the next second his lips moved slightly, and he slowly uttered a name, "Sang Yuan."
The mist in his black eyes paused for a moment, then calmed down a lot, and his voice was no longer so shrill and proud, but instead had a faint melancholy color, "I have acted like this, and you still recognized me."
"You've always been a good actor."
“…”
Heimu curled his lips, "Just think of it as you complimenting me, after all you still remember me."
"I remember I killed you."
"Ah, I am alive again."
The girl spread her hands suspended in the air and said, "I borrowed a body. Although it's cold, I can still find a few more bodies. But they will definitely not be as useful as this one."
"After all, he is one of your people."
“…”
Jiang Wu's eyes wavered, and he was caught by the black eyes. He smiled smugly again, "Are you curious about where I found it?"
"Not curious."
“…I’m exhausted.” Heimu sighed and said in a frivolous manner, “Okay, go ahead. I love watching you kill people the most. Now I wish I could just watch.”
Jiang Wu would not kill him, but instead forcibly pulled his soul out of the right eye of the girl named Jiang Mi, intending to seal it with a spell and take it away.
The black soul in his black eyes was tumbling in pain. He was just talking nonsense when he said he would take action. He knew Jiang Wu would not kill him now. After all, he still had a lot of things he hadn't told him. Jiang Wu would not kill him now.
The great national teacher would never think about problems like "tolerating traitors" or "endless troubles in the future", because he never felt that anyone in this world could hurt him, as if he had completely forgotten the sufferings he had endured during the Jiayou Rebellion.
Thinking of this, he suddenly laughed softly, and the black spiritual power wrapped around Jiang Wu's fingertips and arms, and in an instant it wrapped around his entire body.
Jiang Wu moved for a moment, then suddenly realized something, but it was too late.
A familiar "sizzling" sound rang in his ears, and he suddenly looked up at the big damaged hole above his head. The vortex of evil energy gathered in the sky had mostly dissipated after the forbidden spell formation was interrupted. A thunder talisman was pasted on each of the ceilings of the three floors whose roof he had destroyed.
The eight directions in the dark room with him as the center also showed the appearance of thunder talismans, a total of twelve talismans, completely blocking all his escape routes. The silver lightning that appeared and disappeared from time to time was like countless spider webs entangled and sizzling, hiding terrifying power.
In just a moment, twelve lightning talismans burst out simultaneously, and wrist-thick silver lightning flooded the entire dark room. All the wooden frames, tables, chairs, antiques and other items were all blown up by the lightning. A strong smell of burning spread, and the carpet under feet instantly ignited flames.
"Jiang Wu!!!"
Han Zhong didn't even have time to react. He watched helplessly as Jiang Wu's figure was completely covered by the light of lightning. The next second, he ignored the flames on the ground and rushed madly towards the center of the dazzling lightning.
Just as he stepped out of the forbidden spell formation, he heard a "crack" sound, as if something broke. He paused for a moment, and then saw an even more dazzling golden-red light suddenly burst out from the lightning, like dazzling sunlight, containing vast and boundless mysterious power, as if it could destroy everything, but when it fell on him, it seemed so warm that even his body, which was cold after being invaded by the evil spirit, felt a little warmer.
The entire dark room was lit up, as if a brilliant sun appeared out of nowhere. The silver lightning was completely swallowed up, and a familiar figure appeared faintly in the golden-red light. As the light faded, the figure gradually became clearer. He was wearing a simple white casual jacket, and the rubber band hairband was burned to ashes by the lightning. He had long jet-black hair draped over his shoulders and behind his body, and the half-long hair behind his left ear was still stubbornly curling there.
Han opened his mouth again, his eyes warmed up, and he wanted to say something, but found that his throat was choked. He could only walk forward instinctively, wanting to hold the person in his arms to see if he was injured. At this moment, a very familiar faint voice suddenly sounded behind him -
"Crack."
The sound of a gun being loaded.
Han Zhong's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously turned around and opened his arms, ready to protect the person behind him. But the next second, he found that the person who was supposed to be behind him suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Bang--"
Gunshots rang out and bullets flew towards him rapidly. Jiang Wu fearlessly stretched out his palm and released his spiritual power to block the bullet, but soon a look of surprise appeared on his face.
“Puff——”
The pitch-black bullet penetrated the golden-red spiritual power, shot through his palm, and continued to fly towards his heart with flying flesh and blood.
This sudden change made Jiang Wu stunned for a moment, and during this moment, the black bullet had already reached his chest.
"Ding-dong!"
The bullet hit the black jade ring on his chest, and the jade ring broke into two halves in the middle, but the impact of the bullet did not disappear. Jiang Wu was knocked backwards and fell heavily into the arms of Han Zhong who rushed over to hug him.
Han Zhong felt a sharp pain in his chest from the collision, but he subconsciously hugged the person in his arms tightly. Both of them did not notice that the moment the black jade ring on Jiang Wu's neck shattered, the black ownerless soul inside quickly escaped from it, all rushed into Han Zhong's brows, and disappeared completely.
The brain seemed to be hit hard by something, and an extremely nauseous feeling of vomiting instantly surged into my heart. Fine and dense pains rose and fell in my brain like needles, mixed with many things that passed by quickly and disappeared in an instant.
When he came back to his senses from the strange pain and saw the person in his arms, he was immediately relieved, but he froze there the next second.
Jiang Wuban leaned in Han Zhong's arms, looking dazed, staring at his right hand.
There was a bloody hole on the slender, white hand without a single scar, in the middle of the palm, with a diameter of one centimeter. The broken white finger bones could be seen protruding from the epidermis. Blood dripped down the palm and wrist, dyeing the entire right sleeve red in an instant.
The cold wind above suddenly became noisy and blew in from the hole in the roof, howling and piercing like a ghost's cry, blowing up Jiang Wu's long hair that hung by her temples.
There was a striking white hair mixed in there, which was very conspicuous, so conspicuous that Jiang Wu looked at the white hair and thought it was not his.
He raised the bloody hand, wanting to grab the white hair to see what was going on, but the person behind him grabbed his wrist, and the hand around his waist was held incredibly tight. Then he heard Han Zhong's trembling voice.
"…Don't move, it's okay, it's okay."
“…”
He moved his lips, wanting to say that he was fine, but the moment he opened his mouth he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Jiang Wu!"
Han Zhong's panicked voice rang in his ears, but Jiang Wu could no longer stand. His legs went soft and he knelt on one knee on the ground. The spiritual power deep in his spirit began to become restless, and a crack appeared on his soul again.
"My target has always been you two."
The old, low, and mixed voice was filled with smug contempt. Qin Jiawang had broken free from his restraints without knowing when. He was standing in front of the window with a gun in his hand, a smile that did not belong to him.
Jiang Wu slowly raised his head and looked at him with cold eyes.
Qin Jiawang raised his eyebrows at him. "Why do you think I put a silencing spell on him? Of course it was to hide the fact that I could take over his body at any time."
After saying that, he moved the muzzle of the gun towards Han Zhong, pulled the trigger and said leisurely, "The next one to die will be you—"
“Puff——”
Before he finished speaking, his heart was pierced by a golden-red chain. The blood from the corner of his mouth flowed down his jaw and flowed into the collar of his neck. However, "Qin Jiawang" showed a weird smile and moved his lips slightly -
You got fooled.
Han Zhong suddenly realized something, and the next moment the door behind him was slammed open. Qin Yuyan, Rong Anzhou and others who came with the security team happened to see Qin Jiawang falling to the ground with a chain piercing his chest.
Feeling cold, Han Zhong immediately pulled out his gun from his waist, protected Jiang Wu in his arms with one hand, pointed at Qin Yuyan and others, and said coldly, "Everyone retreat!"