From the perspectives of Wang Qimin and Zhao Li, Liu Jin suddenly froze.

The crazy smile on his face slowly faded and was gradually replaced by fear.

"It's you! Where is No. 0?!"

"No...no! How is this possible!"

"What do you want to do?!"

"No, don't!"

"I'll fight you!!"

The expression on Liu Jin's face was sometimes confused, sometimes shocked, and sometimes angry.

But when the lightning exploded in his eyes, there was only one emotion left on his face.

fear.

The look in Liu Jin's pupils quickly dimmed.

The whole person completely lost his life.

Immediately afterwards, the flesh and blood clinging to every corner of the room began to shrink due to the loss of energy support from the main body, and the color also changed from bright red to black.

In the end, only ashes were left on the floor of the room.

Wang Qimin and Zhao Li looked at each other.

Both faces were confused.

"This body is so weak."

Suddenly, Liu Jin's voice sounded.

Not dead?!

The two men suddenly turned their heads and looked forward in surprise.

At this time, Liu Jin was acting very abnormally, as if he was seeing his own body for the first time.

Pinch on the left, take a look on the right.

From time to time there were sounds of disgust coming out of his mouth.

What else is the other party trying to do?

This is what Wang Qimin and Zhao Li are thinking at this moment.

In their opinion, these cultivators from the Shen Shen Sect are not all mentally normal, and they would not be surprised by anything they do.

At this moment, Liu Jin raised his head and looked at the two of them.

After seeing Wang Qimin, he raised his chin as if to say hello.

"Hey, Lao Wang."

?

A question mark slowly appeared above Wang Qimin's head.

Who are you leaving this old Wang Laowang with...

etc!

He seemed to suddenly think of something.

This tone...why does it seem so familiar?

However, before Wang Qimin could figure out what was going on, he saw Liu Jin pointing at Zhao Li and asking him.

"Who is this bald man?"

The words just fell.

Wang Qimin's eyes widened instantly.

A figure appeared in his mind.

It can't be wrong.

There is only one person I know who speaks so harshly and harshly.

Like Li! Li Haoran!!

Wang Qimin's mouth slowly opened wide, and his trembling fingers pointed at Liu Jin, whose body was occupied by Li Haoran.

"You...you..."

snort!

Before he could say anything, Zhao Li beside him suddenly snorted coldly.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

Then he suddenly raised his hand and pointed it at Li Haoran.

The invisible gravity was quickly mobilized, squeezing towards the opponent.

Wang Qimin looked horrified and shouted quickly.

"Zhao Li, wait! Will you..."

He wanted to say that you would die.

But before he could finish his words, tragedy had already happened.

Zhao Li's attack triggered a spontaneous counterattack from Li Haoran's thunder power.

White thunder was instantly activated.

Zhao Li had no time to react and was instantly hit by the thunder.

Rumble!!!!

The burly body disappeared instantly, leaving only a human-shaped hole in the wall.

At the same time, the whole building began to shake.

Everyone in the hotel looked around in surprise and uncertainty.

Earthquake?

However, just as they were about to leave the hotel, the shaking suddenly stopped.

What's going on?

Question marks slowly rose above the heads of everyone in the Secret Bureau.

At this time, in the room on the top floor, Wang Qimin stared blankly at the large human-shaped hole in the wall.

Li Haoran's voice came from behind.

"Don't worry, he can't die. My split soul is not that strong."

Not strong?

Are you telling me this is not fucking strong?

So the thunder and lightning just now was actually my hallucination. Zhao Li broke through the wall and flew out by himself?!

After listening to Li Haoran's words, Wang Qimin complained crazily in his heart.

Seeing that the other party didn't seem to believe it, Li Haoran sighed helplessly.

He walked forward directly and pointed his finger at Wang Qimin.

A blood hole suddenly appeared on the opponent's cheek, and several drops of blood flew out, floating in Li Haoran's palm.

"Taoist Master, you..."

Before Wang Qimin could ask questions, Li Haoran directly controlled these drops of blood and drew a simple talisman on his palm.

Just after he finished painting, he tilted his head and thought about it, then added a few more strokes.

What finally appeared on Wang Qimin's palm was a special rejuvenation talisman modified by Li Haoran that could be used to treat living beings such as ghost hunters.

"Okay, let's go find the bald guy."

"As long as there is still breath, this talisman can save you."

"I have something else to do, so I'm leaving."

After saying that, Li Haoran's figure disappeared directly.

Wang Qimin was left alone, with the three major questions of life echoing in his mind amid the passionate and high-pitched singing of "Heroes of China".

"who I am?"

"Where am I?"

"What am I doing?"

Ten minutes later.
To be continued...