It was too late for Mr. Yue to save himself at this moment, so he didn't care about Deng Rong's life or death. Ignoring Deng Rong's call, the goateeed warlock, protected by blue light, suddenly hit the wall and tried to break out.

The force of his desperate collision was really destructive, and a big hole was immediately knocked out of the wall. However, when his figure had just passed halfway through, before he had time to step out, his left foot was suddenly hit by a force.

He held on. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.

"come in!"

Jiang Yue shouted low and pulled hard with his arms, immediately dragging the goateeed warlock back.

The goatee warlock's body hit the table hard, causing a table full of drinks and dishes to fly everywhere, with plates and dishes flying everywhere.

Jiang Yue took advantage of the situation and dragged the opponent off the table again. He stepped on the opponent's left wrist with his foot. With a little force under his feet, there was a crisp sound of fracture in the opponent's wrist, and the five fingers suddenly tensed up.

, and at the same time a scream was heard.

Jiang Yue flicked off the wrench.

As soon as the ring finger left the goatee warlock's finger, the cyan halo package slowly retracted, peeling off his body in circles, and kept attaching itself to the ring finger.

In an instant, the green halo disappeared completely.

This finger ring is obviously a defensive magic weapon, used to defend against the invasion of ghosts. It is like an evil talisman that has special effects on defending against monsters.

But Jiang Yue's attack just now was not a ghost attack or a magic attack, but a pure physical attack.

Many Feng Shui masters are not physically strong, and they never feel the need to fight physically.

Precisely because of this, when the goatee warlock encountered the physically powerful Jiang Yue, he had almost no power to resist and was completely tortured by Jiang Yue.

The level of ease is like a strong adult beating a child who is not yet one month old, with no effort at all.

Mr. Yue was trampled under Jiang Yue's feet. Knowing that his life was hanging by a thread, he quickly begged for mercy: "Friend, I admit defeat, I admit defeat! Show mercy, the finger is yours, the money is yours, I will give you whatever you want, just ask

Raise your hand and let me go."

It's hard to tell, but this guy is actually very flexible and flexible.

But at this point, how could Jiang Yue be merciful? The other party used the Feng Shui Evil Formation to deal with a person who had no grievances against him, which had seriously exceeded Jiang Yue's bottom line.

If you can show mercy, how can there be any grudges or grudges in the world?

The goateeed warlock could read indifference and murderous intent in Jiang Yue's eyes. He knew that life and death were on this thin line.

He kept pleading: "Friend, we have no grievances. I have declared early on that I will not participate in the internal strife in your family. For the sake of comrades, please spare my life. Whatever you want, just ask. I have been very careful in these years."

If you have savings, whatever you want, as long as I have it, I’ll give it to you!”

"I just want justice."

"Is it fair? Okay, is it that the Deng family can't help you? Leave it to me, and I can wipe out the whole Deng family for you!" In order to survive, the goatee warlock also fought hard.

This sentence made Jiang Yue's heart move.

Although Jiang Yue was not afraid of enmity with the Deng family, he was still a bit isolated after all. He always came forward to fight against the Deng family, which was obviously a bit too eye-catching.

If there really is such a person who can do it for me, it would be a good choice.

The goateeed warlock obviously caught the hint of heartbeat in Jiang Yue's eyes.

He said quickly: "Friend, I keep my word. As long as you let me go, I will do my best to help you kill the Deng family members!"

"Haha, I like to see people killing the Deng family. But you are not honest. I can't trust you. If I let you go today, you will be like a loach later on."

"I...I can accept the certificate." Goatbeard Warlock said quickly.

"Okay, you kill that kid first."

Jiang Yue pointed at Deng Kai, who was lying on the ground. The kid was kicked away by Jiang Yue just now and fell to the side. There was no movement. In fact, he was pretending to be dead, and was secretly moving to the outside step by step. The original plan was

Taking advantage of the chaos, he sneaked out.

Who would have thought that Jiang Yue was actually watching his every move all the time.

Seeing Jiang Yue pointing his finger at him, Deng Kai was frightened out of his wits on the spot.

The other two children of the Deng family have been entangled by the ghost's methods at this moment, and are basically close to death. It is impossible to rush to his rescue.

But Deng Rong was caught in the black smoke and now he has no time to take care of himself. To say the least, even if Deng Rong was not damaged, he, as an old man, would definitely not be able to support Deng Kai.

Deng Kai screamed in despair, regardless of how many bones in his body were broken, he leaned against the wall, crazily crawled out of the door, and at the same time beat the door panel with both hands, calling for help from the outside world.

Jiang Yue looked coldly at his ugly state of struggling, and said with a faint smile: "If you keep beating, you will win if you can call someone."

That ghost is a C-level ghost. It controls the ghost realm and sealing off such a small private room is a piece of cake.

Let alone banging on the door panel, even if the door is open, the outside world cannot see or hear what is happening inside.

The isolation of the ghost realm is actually equivalent to a ghost wall in disguise. It is an independent area that completely isolates this space from the outside world.

If the realm of evil ghosts is so easy to be penetrated by others, ordinary people will not change their expressions when talking about ghosts breaking the wall.

After Jiang Yue's feet were released, Mr. Yue climbed up carefully. He touched his waist and pulled out a silver knife, about seven or eight inches long, wrapped in a scabbard.

The knife was unsheathed, shining brightly, and pointed directly at Deng Kai's throat.

"Master Deng, you brought this upon yourself, don't blame me."

Deng Kai leaned against the wall, unable to retreat. He pressed his hands against the goatee warlock's knife and shouted in horror: "Mr. Yue, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive."

"It's impossible not to be impulsive. Either you die, or I die. Someone has to die, why don't you die first!"

The goatee warlock's eyes flashed fiercely, and he slashed his knife across Deng Kai's neck. A desperate blood line appeared on Deng Kai's neck, and in the blink of an eye, blood spurted out.

Deng Kai's eyes were full of fear and despair, and he desperately covered his neck with his hands, trying to stop the blood from spurting out.

However, no matter how hard he tried, it was in vain. The blood soon stained his hands red.

boom!

When Deng Kai fell, his eyes almost burst out of their sockets, and he died in despair.

Jiang Yue suddenly performed a hand gesture, and a cloud of black smoke suddenly poured out of Deng Rong's mouth. Deng Rong, who had been like chaff, suddenly seemed to have a huge burden lifted from him, and he regained a little vitality.

Panting heavily.

Even though he knew that his current situation was a life-or-death situation, he still couldn't stop his greed for fresh air and breathed heavily.

"You continue." Seeing Mr. Yue's cooperation, Jiang Yue simply didn't want to bother the ghost anymore and let Mr. Yue do the work for him.

Jiang Yue took the time to pick up the cell phone of a member of the Deng family, turned it on with his fingerprint, and turned on the video recording function.

Having already killed one Deng Kai, Mr. Yue is now even more difficult to get off.

Killing several is also killing, killing one is still killing.

Now that I've killed one, I feel less pressure to kill others.

Deng Rong saw the goateeed warlock walking towards him step by step, the silver knife in his hand still dripping with Deng Kai's blood. Even though he had experienced countless storms and waves in his life, and at the moment of his death, he was still terrified.

"Deng Heng! You won't even let me, my uncle, go. You, a rebellious son, aren't you afraid of thunder from the sky?"

He knew that begging for mercy was useless, so he simply started to curse.
Chapter completed!