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This greatly surprised Chen Guan. He was certain he had never seen this girl before, yet she knew even that his weapon was a scythe.

The girl drew quickly, almost in one go. She put down the charcoal pencil, carefully took off the drawing paper, and handed it to Chen Guan, her clear eyes filled with a smile: "Here, it's finished. It's free, a gift for you."

Chen Guan took the drawing paper, which was slightly cool to the touch. The paper and charcoal pencil looked like ordinary materials, but the spirit in the drawing seemed to be able to shine through the paper. He examined it carefully and became more and more shocked.

"Miss...have we met before?" Chen Guan asked tentatively.

The girl shook her head, her hair swaying gently. "No, this is the first time we've met today."

Chen Guan was surprised and suspicious, but he didn't show it on his face. He simply thanked him sincerely, saying, "It's very well drawn, thank you."

"You're welcome." The girl packed up her art supplies quickly and efficiently. "I'm closing up shop now. See you again sometime!"

She slung the old drawing board over her shoulder, waved at the coffin, turned and merged into the bustling crowd, disappearing after a few turns.

Chen Guan put away the painting and quickly left the crowd. Once no one was around, he whispered, "What happened, Baal?"

"Want to know? Then beg me."

Baal's mocking voice rang out; this infamous devil seemed to enjoy playing pranks.

"Oh, then I beg you."

Barton felt like he'd punched a cotton ball when he heard the seemingly calm tone. How come this person has the same temper as Guan Jinyue?

Is this the current trend among human geniuses? Baal fell into deep thought. What He wanted to see was a look that was three parts forbearance, three parts stubbornness, three parts hatred, and one part helplessness.

I don't know if it's a pie chart, but I definitely have a great figure.

Feeling bored, Bal decided to stop teasing him: "That little girl was quite strong, at least stronger than your martial arts teacher."

Although Chen Guan was unsure of Li Yan's exact strength, none of Hua Qing's teachers were below the seventh rank.

In other words, is someone at least a seventh-rank person selling paintings on the street?

"Moreover, her identity is not ordinary. I sensed a familiar aura, and it seems she's in cahoots with your prospective superior. Guess her code name. If you guess right, I'll tell you more."

Baal casually dropped another bombshell: his only prospective superior was Baihu, which meant that the little girl selling paintings was actually a member of the Guiyuan Group.

who is it?

If the gender wasn't falsified...

Chen Guan recalled the information revealed by the audience: the Guiyuan Group only had two women, one of whom was the third person in the Supernatural Scroll, and the other was currently unknown.

Combining this with the drawing... Chen Guanxin understood about 70-80% of it: "She is from the Third Platform."

"Bingo! You got it right." Baal laughed heartily. Chen Guan knew more than He thought, and He was very happy.

Therefore, He honestly gave the reward.

"In five seconds, the one in black on your left will explode."

"No, it's three seconds, two seconds..."

As soon as Barr finished speaking, alarm bells rang in Chen Guan's mind.

Almost instinctively, his body reacted before his mind could process it. His Swift Boots flashed, and he lunged to the right like an arrow released from a bow.

boom!

Almost at the same instant Chen Guan lunged out, about three meters to his left, the figure who had been walking normally, wearing a black hoodie, suddenly burst open like an overinflated balloon.

The explosion erupted with a deafening roar, the shockwave carrying debris and rubble that cracked the surrounding walls, shattered windows, and filled the air with a pungent stench.

Although Chen Guan reacted quickly, he was still hit by the aftershocks of the explosion. He used the force to roll twice on the ground to dissipate the impact, then knelt down to get up. He had the Netherworld Reaper firmly in his hand and his sharp gaze swept towards the center of the explosion.

All that remained was a charred crater about two meters in diameter, along with bits of flesh and a viscous, dark red liquid scattered all over the ground, emitting a nauseating stench.

The surrounding streets were in chaos, filled with terrified screams.

"Self-destruction?" Chen Guan's face turned grim. This was definitely a premeditated attack. Who was the target? Was it a random, indiscriminate attack, or was it specifically aimed at him...?

"Not bad, kid."

Baal's voice carried a hint of mockery, as if the explosion had just been a fun firework display: "But don't relax, this is just an appetizer, tsk tsk, look behind you."

Chen Guan felt a chill run down his spine and turned around abruptly.

From the shadows on both sides of the street, and from behind the ruins of shops that had been knocked askew by the explosion, a dozen or so figures slowly emerged.

They were dressed in ordinary clothes, just like the one who had just self-destructed, but their eyes were empty and their bodies were shrouded in varying degrees of black and red aura. Like walking corpses, they surrounded Chen Guan and the survivors around him who were still in shock and had not yet had time to run away.

Chen Guan stood up and stood in front of the civilians. This was no coincidence. It was clearly a premeditated ambush, and the target was very likely him, because the people behind him were just civilians.

These people in front of us are clearly fallen ones influenced by demons.

Why? Is it because of the Baal mark on his body?

But that shouldn't have been discovered so easily, otherwise why would Guan Jinyue have waited until he exposed himself to reveal it?

There was no time to think it through; the enemy was already closing in.

These Fallen Ones are generally at the mid-to-high level of the first tier, with a few reaching the second tier. Moreover, their numbers are numerous. What's more troublesome is that they completely disregard their own safety, their attack methods are insane, and they may even self-destruct at any time.

"Go for it, great hero!"

Chen Guan didn't have time to argue with this vile demon god. He had to deal with these fallen ones as soon as possible. The longer he stayed here, the more dangerous it would be, and the more innocent people would be affected.

Although he didn't consider himself the hero Baal described, he wasn't a monster either, and he wouldn't let a large number of people die before his eyes when he had the ability to change things.

The area must be cleared first!

Chen Guan's eyes sharpened, and he immediately launched the Myriad Manifestations of the Netherworld.

Mental energy surged forth like a tide, enveloping the surrounding area of ​​dozens of meters in a bizarre and illusory realm where reality and illusion were indistinguishable.

The ground seemed to be flowing, the shadows of buildings stretched and twisted, and the location of the target in the eyes of the Fallen became elusive, with even multiple phantom images of ancient coffins appearing.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Chen Guan's figure rushed forward like a ghost, and the Netherworld Reaper transformed into streaks of deadly black light, reaping the enemies trapped in the illusion at top speed.

With each swing of the scythe, flesh was precisely torn apart. Invisible souls surged from those bodies and merged into the scythe. The spirit-absorbing crystal emitted waves of exhilarating pleasure, and the feedback energy rapidly replenished Chen Guan's depleted mental energy.

Chen Guan couldn't care less about the fact that the sickle could use the souls of the living as nourishment for the time being.

Right now, he's finding it difficult to manage both ends.