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Chapter 223 Very clever

Li Changtang saw that the Thirteenth King actually stood up from the car. He was as thin as a skeleton, and his white silk robe looked like a flag on his body. The sparse white hair on his head was blown away by the night wind.

Ouyang Lu opened his eyes wide in shock.

According to the information he received, the Thirteen Kings were already dying, so he couldn't wait to take action and wanted to kill the beast with his own hands.

However, the Thirteenth King stood there like a monster, opening his mouth wide and making a "ho ho" sound.

How is this going?

Why is this happening!

Because of the shock, Ouyang Lu's mind went blank.

He wanted to pull out his sword, but the iron sword seemed to be stuck in the rock and remained motionless.

The Thirteenth King's big hand came over, and Ouyang Lu noticed that the back of his hand looked like a corpse, covered with a layer of white dust.

His body was thrown heavily and there was only a crunching sound when he landed on the ground, and a certain bone was broken.

"Ho ho."

The Thirteenth King made a strange sound, which was no longer human. He pulled out the sword on his shoulder with his gray palm, turned the hilt upside down and held it in his hand.

"Fuck daddy..."

Li Changtang had not yet digested what happened before him, and subconsciously approached the Thirteen Kings.

The Thirteenth King looked down at him, his eyes were gray and it seemed that only the whites of his eyes were left without pupils.

The human alertness made Li Changtang realize that something was wrong. He subconsciously wanted to escape, but the Thirteenth King grabbed his shoulder.

The iron sword pierced his arms.

"Daddy..." Li Changtang was speechless because of the pain.

His body instantly became stiff and motionless, and his eyes opened wider and wider. It seemed that some kind of power was disappearing from Li Changtang's body and transferring to the Thirteen Kings.

The Thirteen Kings, who were originally lifeless, gradually regained some color.

"Kill, kill..."

People can already somewhat understand the strange voice in his mouth, which is full of violence, murderous intent and anger.

Everyone is afraid.

When Yang Liang saw this scene from a distance, his heart suddenly moved. He seemed to have seen a similar scene a long, long time ago.

It was on a group of gangsters from Yi Daoxian.

Life is not like life, death is not like death, humans are not like humans, and ghosts are not like ghosts.

He subconsciously took out the statue of the Seven-faced Ghost from his book bag. Seven different faces, like eight or nine-year-old dolls, were crowded together. Some were smiling at him, some were crying at him...

What kind of secret is hidden here, until now, Yang Liang has not fully understood.

The Thirteen Kings in the distance seemed to sense something and subconsciously turned their heads this way.

Yang Liang suddenly raised his head and met his eyes. Those strange eyes made Yang Liang shudder.

Crunch.

He stepped towards this side, making frightening noises from his joints.

Wherever he passed, no matter whether it was an eunuch or a man in black, he would be struck by his sword.

Yang Liang was clearly sure of what he could gain from death, because his physical strength was gradually recovering.

The skin gradually turned red, the back gradually straightened, and even the eyes gradually gained brightness.

"Eunuch!"

A voice suddenly sounded, and the Thirteen Kings slowly turned their heads and saw Ouyang Lu standing up from the ground again.

"Eight-armed King Kong, you are still alive."

His voice was accompanied by a gentle laugh, and he seemed to be much younger than before.

"Old thief, today is the day you die!"

Ouyang Lu spat out a mouthful of blood, and in addition to hatred, there was also a hint of determination without hesitation in his eyes. He took out something from his arms, which was wrapped in thick blue cloth. After unraveling the layers, there was a red statue inside.

Yang Liang was taken aback.

This statue was no more than the size of a hand. It was a naked weirdo with only a piece of red cloth wrapped around his waist. His hands were facing the sky, and there were daggers stuck in both eyes.

This……

Yang Liang looked at the statue of the Seven-faced Ghost in his hand, and then at Ouyang Lu and the Thirteen Kings who were dying and resurrected not far away. He always felt that there was some connection between them.

The Thirteenth King was also surprised, paused briefly, with a smile on his lips.

Ouyang Lu placed the vermilion statue in front of him and bowed respectfully.

The man in black behind him got up on the spot, sat cross-legged, and muttered something.

Yang Liang was too far away to hear clearly what they were talking about. He could only vaguely hear one sentence:

The Great Merciful and Great Merciful God who saves suffering.

Suddenly, a man in black walked to Ouyang Lu's right side. He pulled out a sharp short knife from his waist, pressed hard, and inserted it into Ouyang Lu's shoulder.

Another man in black walked to Ouyang Lu's left side and inserted a dagger into his left shoulder.

Ouyang Lu raised his head and let out a heartbreaking cry.

Even Yang Liang felt vague pain when he heard the sound.

But looking at Ouyang Lu's expression, besides the pain, there was also a hint of pleasure.

Yang Liang really couldn't understand.

At this time, there was a sound of water rushing behind him, and Liu Yanzi climbed out again and quietly came behind Yang Liang.

When Yang Liang turned around, he saw her clenching her fist, as if she wanted to hit him.

"Shh!"

Yang Liang made a sound, and Liu Yanzi was startled. The fist in his hand was almost unable to hit.

She knew that she was no match for Yang Liang, and that if she took action, she would be humiliating herself, but if she didn't take action, she would always be unable to swallow this sigh of relief.

"Are you really here to help me?" Liu Yanzi asked.

"The eunuch and I are at odds with each other." Yang Liang pointed to the distance and said, "What is that?"

"Shut up, I won't allow you to be disrespectful to the Great Merciful and Compassionate God who saves suffering."

"The Great Merciful and Great Compassionate God saves the suffering?" Yang Liang frowned.

Liu Yanzi looked into the distance with a bit of obsession.

"Tianzun is the god of our poor people and has been protecting us?"

Yang Liang digested the information he received and asked, "Ling?"

Liu Yanzi nodded vigorously and said, "It's very clever."

She sat cross-legged on the ground like the others, with her eyes slightly closed and mumbling something.

Yang Liang heard clearly now. What she said was: "The Great Merciful and Great Merciful God who saves the suffering, please give me the strength to not sink in water or burn in fire, so that I can cross this sea of ​​suffering."

Yang Liang frowned, looked at the black stone sculpture in his hand, and wondered if my statue would have a similar effect, but I didn't know how to turn it on.

At this time, Ouyang Lu had already rushed towards the Thirteen Kings. Compared with just now, he seemed to be a different person. He picked up an iron sword as a weapon, launched attacks several times, and fought with the thirteen kings.

The two iron swords made heavy sounds in the air. The swords were extremely fast and occasionally sparks would burst out.

The man in black behind Ouyang Lu still sat cross-legged, but his voice became louder and louder.

"The Great Merciful and Greatly Compassionate Heavenly Lord who rescues those who are suffering, please give me the strength to not sink in water or burn in fire, so that I can cross the sea of ​​suffering."

Ouyang Luru had divine help, and his sword was fierce. Suddenly there was a loud sound, and his body was knocked out and fell heavily to the ground.

Without any hesitation, he took two more daggers and stabbed them into his stomach.

(End of this chapter)