Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

"Boom~"

The Nightmare was so fierce, like a heavy howitzer shell, with a bang, it shattered the window and flew into the house.

But after a short while, it swished out again, roaring, and rushed towards a manhole cover on the road.

Du Weiguo was condescending and saw clearly, his eyes sharpened, knowing that Xue Liao was repeating his old tricks, and teleported into the sewer again.

In desperation, he no longer concealed himself, and directly flashed to the edge of the inspection well, kicked the pure iron manhole cover away, and threw a few instant-explosive grenades into it.

"Boom boom~~"

The violent explosion and the dazzling white light lit up at the same time, Du Weiguo also became ruthless, and regardless of the consequences, he threw 5 silver bead high-explosive grenades and 5 incendiary bombs in one go!

"Ow~"

Amidst the deafening explosion, there was also a mournful howl, and Du Weiguo's mind sank again, and he felt drowsy.

In the next moment, a raging hot white flame rose into the sky, and Du Weiguo was about to wake up. There was no time to make other actions, so he could only teleport away to temporarily avoid the sharp edge.

In such a narrow and boring space as the sewer, detonating so many high-explosive grenades at the same time, the most ruthless thing is that there are incendiary bombs in between, the consequences will be devastating.

In just an instant, the entire section of the road was roasted by the ultra-high temperature, and a large section collapsed. The pungent stench permeated the air, making people sick.

With such a big commotion, the ground shook and the mountains shook. Countless people woke up and turned on their lights, thinking that there was an earthquake, and ran out sleepily in their clothes to check.

In a dark alley about tens of meters away from the collapsed road, Du Weiguo stood in a corner with a gloomy expression.

Shaking his head vigorously, dispelling the heavy sleepiness in his mind, he sniffed in disgust and spat bitterly.

Du Weiguo frowned, scratched the Nightmare squatting at his feet fiercely, and cursed in a harsh tone:

"Ye Dire, is your nose stuffed with donkey hair? It was obviously covered in blood from my beating, why can't it smell?"

While snorting, Ye Dire explained wrongly to Bara in Du Wei's mind: "The smell is covered, I can't smell it~"

Places like sewers were already stinky, but now they were cooked by incendiary bombs, and the smell was magnified countless times, so Nightmare couldn't tell the difference.

The duck that had already reached his mouth flew away, and Du Weiguo was dazzled by his anger. He didn't make sense at all, and yelled at Nightmare without thinking:

"Damn! You know how to eat every day, and when it's time to work, you loose your belt! What use are you for?"

Du Weiguo was unreasonable and fierce, Ye Dire was dejected by the scolding, his eyelids drooped, and he didn't dare to say a word.

Fortunately, there was a sound of heavy footsteps not far away, and Lancelot rushed over with his harpoon gun on his shoulder.

The handsome old man's gaze was like an eagle's. He first glanced at the tragic battle scene, and then stared at Du Weiguo, with an extremely solemn expression, and asked word by word:

"Wesley, can you teleport?"

This is the difference between Easterners and Westerners. If Uncle Jiu had noticed something, he would have kept his mouth shut and rotted the secret in his stomach, and would never ask about it no matter what.

But Lancelot, the ghost, obviously didn't have this awareness. Not only did he ask without hesitation, but his expression was full of hostility.

Du Weiguo was furious at the moment, he glanced at him coldly, and answered irrelevant questions:
"Lancelot, the blood fang was injured by me, and fled into the sewer again, quickly check its location, tonight, no matter what, we must kill it!"

Lancelot didn't answer Du Weiguo's words, and still stared at him like a knife, with a harsh tone:

"Wesley, I'm asking you, can you teleport?"

His eyes were cold, it didn't look like he was joking, and there was even a hint of danger in them, and the surging evil spirit showed that he was serious.

Du Weiguo frowned, his eyes narrowed, a fierce light flashed, he was hesitant to breathe out, I'll fuck you, is this old Biden really out of his mind?
Lancelot can be regarded as a tragic hero. The main purpose of their Order Society is to silently guard the order and hunt down the monsters that ravage the world.

For this noble purpose, he went on and on, and even lost his own son without complaint or regret. Du Weiguo really admired his deeds.

However, admiration is all admiration, if Lancelot dares to show his teeth and even fight with him, the consequences are self-evident, he will definitely die, there is no suspense.

After chasing in the middle of the night, Du Weiguo now has a rough estimate of Lancelot's skill.

Lancelot is very strong, and is undoubtedly an ability user, and he is also a relatively rare person with special physical strength.

His measurements are far superior to ordinary people, and his abilities are also very comprehensive. Even with bare hands, Lu Yan is no match for him, and he can compete with Du Weiguo on a par.

Lancelot's weapon is also a bit powerful, it can be far or near, and can launch a flying shuttle with lightning attached to it from a long distance. The material is special and extremely tough.

Of course, these are just appearances, and it cannot be ruled out that Lancelot has other sharp killers, just like the thunderstorm pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

However, Du Weiguo didn't care no matter what backhand he had at the bottom of the box. He was confident that as long as it was a life-and-death fight, he must be the one who died.

Du Weiguo, after his skills were upgraded to Immortal Body, now really has no taboos, gods block and kill gods, and Buddhas block and punish Buddhas.

The evil spirit rose from Du Weiguo's body, and his tone became cold:
"Lancelot, we have an idiom in the East, which is called Mu Bu Peeping Garden, which means don't pry into other people's secrets casually, because you will die."

Lancelot didn't flinch, and his momentum suddenly rose, tit for tat:

"Wesley, do you know? Teleportation is an ability that only gods can possess. It is a heresy for mortals to possess. It will cause disaster and needs to be eliminated!"

The two people's auras clashed again, and in the dark alley, a cold tornado suddenly blew on the ground, like the Nine Nether Winds, chilling the bones.

Du Weiguo sneered disdainfully: "Oh, heresy, so, Lancelot, is this also one of the purposes of your Order Society?"

Lancelot responded tit for tat: "That's right."

Du Weiguo's eyes flashed with anger: "So, you have also eliminated other humans with teleportation ability before?"

Lancelot put his hand on the harpoon crossbow subconsciously, and said in a cold tone, "Yes."

Two small Tang knives, black and white, slipped into Du Weiguo's hands silently: "Lancelot, are you confident that you are my opponent?"

Lancelot's tone was firm: "Even if you die, you will not regret it."

Du Weiguo suddenly understood why the Lao Shizi order was completely killed and injured, and only Lancelot was left alone.

This dog-like organization head is really too strong, just like Brother Pingtou, he will do it if he refuses to accept it, and he will play himself to death abruptly.

It's fine if you say you f*** hunt monsters, it makes sense both emotionally and rationally, but you still have to provoke people with teleportation ability.

Playing lanterns in the latrine, Chunchun courted death!
But all superpowers who can teleport are basically the peak powerhouses among capable people. There is no ordinary person, and how can they be easily killed.

Order will challenge impossible tasks, such as killing one thousand enemies and self-defeating eight thousand, this kind of business will lose its cost sooner or later, and close its doors.

Du Wei was enjoying the country, and Xiao Tang Dao disappeared in a flash, and he put it away quietly, and put away his biting evil spirit, with a playful tone:
"Oh, right and wrong, friends and foes, Lancelot, just because of a pedantic doctrine, you would rather fight with me and hurt both sides.

Then let the real murderer, the bloody beast, escape so that no one can control it, and continue to wreak havoc on the world?What kind of shit purpose is this? "

Bickering, Du Weiguo has never lost before, and the clumsy Lancelot was suffocated by his angry face, and his momentum could not help but vent.

But he still poked his neck hard:

"So, Wesley, are you admitting that you really know how to teleport?"

Although Lancelot's tone was still cold and hard, his eyes were obviously shaken, and he didn't even dare to look at Du Weiguo.

The members of the Society of Order were withering day by day. Since even his own son died, Lancelot became a complete loner.

Lancelot was a little hopeless, and his heart was shaken, and he couldn't help but began to question the teachings and purposes of the Order.

The only thing that can support him now is the belief in revenge. The hatred is as deep as the sea, and if he doesn't smash the blood to ashes, even if he dies, he won't be able to close his eyes.

However, several generations of their order society and other partners have been fighting against the blood beasts for tens of hundreds of years, with a mess of casualties and withering one after another. In the end, even their own sons have fallen, and there is nothing they can do about it.

In fact, Lancelot had already made a conclusion in his heart. If he fought alone, he would not be the opponent of the blood beast at all.

Du Weiguo, who also possesses the ability of teleportation, is the only one who can get rid of it.

Du Weiguo is well-versed in human nature, and he can see Lancelot's entanglement at a glance, and he doesn't want to cling to this poor old man anymore.

He lit a cigarette on his own, and breathed a puff of smoke directly on his old man's face, and uttered wild words:

"It's none of your business, that's all, hurry up and search for the traces of Xuelian, otherwise, I will completely wipe out your order tonight."

Lancelot's face was dark, and he thought to himself: "If it's not that I can't beat you~~"

A moment later, Du Weiguo's forehead was bulging with veins, his eyes were cracked, and he grabbed Lancelot's neck and roared angrily:
"Lancelot, what the hell are you talking about? What does it mean that the compass has lost its sense? Didn't you say that this shit can last for 12 hours?"

Lancelot frowned tightly, and his face was so gloomy that he almost dripped water. He pushed Du Weiguo away, and his anger was unusual:
"Fuck! You stupid pig, are you blind? This thing is so bright that it's about to explode, can't you see it? It's all your own fault, and there's dirty blood everywhere!"

Before, when Du Weiguo and Xuelian fought in mid-air, Xuelian forcibly ate 13 pure silver bullets from Du Weiguo.

Although it reacted promptly enough to protect its vitals with its fleshy wings, it was still torn apart by bullets, and dark green blood splashed everywhere.

Lancelot's self-made compass, which relies on the blood of the blood to sense the body, is now confused by the splashed blood, and the pointer turns like a fucking windmill, and it has failed.

Du Weiguo was furious, swearing repeatedly:
"I'm paralyzed! What the hell are you talking about? Now that we've matched each other, why don't I make a move? Should I sit down and have a drink and chat with it?"

Lancelot was furious, grabbed Du Weiguo's neck with his backhand, and his voice was like a bell, louder than his voice:

"Fuck! Wesley, you still have the face to say, you bastard, stupid pig, why did you act without authorization at that time, why didn't you wait for me to encircle it together!"

Du Weiguo's eyes were red, and he also grabbed Lancelot's collar, almost spitting at his nose:

"Damn it! Lancelot, are you demented? It flies in the sky, unobstructed, and can change direction at will.

We run on the ground, how can we catch up in the urban environment?Wait for you?You are so slow like a bastard, waiting for you to collect the body? "

Du Weiguo is now spouting wildly in English mixed with Chinese. Although Lancelot doesn't understand, he can make a rough guess. It's definitely not a good thing.

He was so stunned that he was speechless, and suddenly broke away from Du Weiguo's hand, raised his harpoon crossbow, and became angry with embarrassment:
"I will kill you heretic!"

Du Weiguo also made a real fuss, copying the black and white Xiaotang knife in his hand at the same time, gnashing his teeth:
"Old Biden, well, you really want to court death, right? I will help you now!"

"Squeak~~"

At this moment, the sound of brakes suddenly sounded. Ninth Uncle Lei Na and the others finally arrived. Seeing this scene, they hurriedly rushed up and pulled the two of them away.

After understanding the general ins and outs of the matter, Leina's face also became full of haze, and her tone was low:

"Wesley, is there a possibility that the beast Blood Liao has already been burned to death by you?"

Du Weiguo shook his head firmly:

"Impossible, this beast can hypnotize. After the grenade exploded, it fought back. I almost got hit and was burned alive by the white phosphorous bomb!"

Du Weiguo is certain that the blood beast is not dead. Except for the hypnotic counterattack, the system has not received any free skill points. It is so powerful that it should be worth more than 2 skill points.

"Hypnosis?"

Upon hearing this, Uncle Jiu frowned: "This beast can still hypnotize?"

Du Weiguo has regained his composure at this moment, shook his head, and explained roughly:
"Well, it's not hypnosis in the traditional sense, nor is it mind control, but a strange ability that can make people fall asleep quickly."

When Lancelot introduced the ability of Blood Fly before, he only briefly mentioned this sleeping ability. Uncle Nine didn't understand English, and Peng Zi, who translated for him, also stumbled, so he missed this party.

Hearing Du Weiguo's explanation, Uncle Jiu nodded:

"In this way, the ignorance and ignorance of the family members at the scene of the previous murders can also be explained."

Du Weiguo smiled wryly, with a helpless tone: "Uncle Jiu, now that the real culprit has been revealed, are you still in the mood to supplement the chain of evidence?"

Upon hearing this, Uncle Jiu sighed, his expression was gloomy, a deep sense of powerlessness arose spontaneously, and his will was somewhat depressed.

The blood fang is cunning, its combat power is so high, and its ability is so strange, it has far exceeded his reach.

During the pursuit just now, Uncle Jiu didn't even see the shadow of Xue Liao the whole time, and was left far behind.

Even so, Uncle Jiu was still exhausted and exhausted, and even nearly died in a car crash several times.

Uncle Jiu is a sensible person. Judging from this situation, even if Xue Liao stood in front of him, he is probably powerless and can only give away his head for nothing.

Uncle Jiu's tone was melancholy and sullen:

"Yeah, this case is indeed beyond my ability. What to do next is up to you to decide. I'll just do it."

Du Weiguo naturally knew what Uncle Jiu was up to, but he was so anxious now that he was in no mood to comfort him.

The firetruck from the fire department had already arrived, and the high-pressure water gun sprayed without thinking, not only put out the fire, but also washed away the blood that was splattered everywhere.

Du Weiguo leaned next to Lancelot, who had a dark face, blowing his beard and staring at his eyes, and said in a muffled voice:
"Old man, Xue Liao's blood has been washed away. Hurry up and look at your broken compass again to see if there is any response."

Lancelot gave him a fierce look, his nose was not his nose, his face was not his face, and he reprimanded angrily:
"Ignorant idiot, Blood Liao's blood is extremely permeable, and the breath can last for more than ten years. It cannot be washed away with water."

While speaking, Lancelot also took out his compass. Sure enough, the pointer was shiny and turned fast, and there was no fixed point at all.

Du Weiguo suppressed his anger:

"Lancelot, is it because we are too close to its blood now, why don't we try going further away?"

Lancelot put away the compass, looked at the ruined neighborhood, smacked his lips helplessly, sighed, and said with emotion:

"Wesley, I admit, you are really powerful, I have been fighting with Blood Rook for so many years, and I have never seen it shed so much blood.

But, it's useless, its blood and breath are much stronger than its body, even if it's far away, the compass will still point here. "

Du Weiguo was completely irritable, his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and asked:

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work, so what should we do now? According to you, even if it is now unscrupulously sucking blood and harming people, we can't lock it anymore?"

Ignoring Du Weiguo's anger, Lancelot slowly took out his cigar, lit it, and said in a faint tone:
"Not at all. Although its dirty blood is troublesome, it can be cleaned up. It is seriously injured now, and it will definitely suck blood to recover from its injuries soon. When the time comes~"

Lancelot exhaled the smoke vigorously, his eyes flickered sharply, but Du Weiguo was furious:
"Damn, since there is a way to clean it up, why didn't you say it earlier, why are you still pretending? What if it jumps out and hurts people now?"

While speaking, Du Weiguo wanted to reach out to grab Lancelot's neck again, but he raised his hand to block it, and cursed angrily:
"Are you sick in your brain? Or are you blind again? Can't you see that the sky is already dawn?"

Du Weiguo was eager for revenge, and indeed lost his position. At this moment, the eastern sky had already revealed a white belly, and the sun had already risen. (end of this chapter)