Chapter 1140: Treat Others as They Would Have You Treat Them

The man in Tang suit never thought that his invincible black beetle would become someone else's food. He was not even sure whether the black beetle was a real creature. After all, it was a product of the gate. Google search reading

But the guy in front of him... actually ate them alive.

"Don't stand there stupidly, think of a way!" The strong man in sportswear urged urgently.

As the light gradually extinguished, darkness surged like a tide, and the two lost sight of their opponents again. They could only see the very close distance in front of them.

1 meter, or 2 meters... In short, this distance was not very meaningful to them, because it was too close, so close that as long as the opponent attacked, it would be too late for them to see the human figure.

With the complete loss of contact with the black beetle, the man in Tang suit finally realized the gap between himself and the guy nearby. Under the absolute strength crushing, all struggles were in vain.

This guy may no longer be human.

But he would never wait to die. He wanted to escape, escape from here, the faster the better, the farther the better, and never come back. He didn't want any deputy ministers or night watchmen. He wanted to save his life.

But if he fled rashly, he would definitely not be able to get away. He needed someone to stay and help him delay time.

"I found his weakness. My beetle can restrain him!" The man in the Tang suit had a hoarse voice, which sounded very much like that.

Hearing the words of the man in the Tang suit, the man in the sportswear, who was also in despair, seemed to have grabbed the last straw. He had no time to think about it and immediately launched an attack in the direction of the enemy in his impression.

He dared not rush over, and just threw everything he could throw over. There were continuous explosions in the darkness, and the muffled sound was like a death knell.

The man in the Tang suit evacuated silently. He clearly remembered that there was a door not far to his right. After opening the door and walking about 10 meters, there was a staircase leading to the first floor.

As long as he moves more quietly, under the cover of the man in sportswear, he has a high chance of escaping successfully.

Closer, closer... Neither the enemy nor the man in sportswear who stayed to delay time noticed his quiet departure, and everything was going in the direction he expected.

As a disciple, he did not believe in gods and Buddhas, but after this time, he must go to temples and Taoist temples to worship, as if to seek peace of mind.

Finally, he vaguely saw the door, the door that represents the hope of life, just 3 or 4 meters in front of him!

Suddenly, his sight was attracted by a vague outline. The thing looked like a big hanger, standing by the door, and there seemed to be clothes hanging on it.

But the eyes of the man in Tang suit became strange, because he remembered that the position by the door before... There was no hanger, it was empty.

The next second, the hanger shook for no reason, and the heart of the man in Tang suit, which had already sunk, was pulled up hard.

It was not a hanger at all, but a person with disheveled hair standing there in a strange posture!

…

“How are you? Are you okay?” The man in sportswear couldn’t help asking. Beads of sweat flowed down his forehead, and the place where it crossed his cheeks was a little itchy, but he couldn’t care less at this moment.

“What are you dawdling about?”

“Hmm?”

“Song Qingshu?”

No matter how he asked, there was no sound from where Song Qingshu was originally. The man in sportswear was not a fool and immediately realized that he was fooled.

Song Qingshu played a trick of escaping from the shell. Song Qingshu was the cicada, and he was the abandoned shell.

“Stupid!” The man in sportswear couldn’t help cursing. To some extent, he saw more clearly than Song Qingshu, the bastard who only knew how to squat and sneak up on people.

In the current situation, if the two of them joined forces, they might still survive. Once they separated, they would definitely die!

But the situation was already like this, and he was powerless to change it, so…the man in sportswear raised his head, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes. There was no other way, he could only fight once.

Under the huge pressure, he calmed down. He held his breath and concentrated. After noticing a little air flow on the right, he immediately used all his strength to lift a large porcelain bottle that was almost as tall as a person horizontally, and then threw it to the right.

This time the force was surprisingly strong. The porcelain bottle was as powerful as the wind. The force of this blow was enough to smash a wall.

The plan of the man in sportswear was very concise. As long as this hit hit, it would detonate the hidden power hidden in the opponent's body. He did not think of pursuing the victory. He had a clear understanding of the gap between the two.

Even if the opponent was injured, he could not deal with it.

All he wanted was an opportunity. While the opponent was troubled by the sudden outbreak of dark power, he would immediately break through the French window to escape. As long as he could get 20 seconds... no, 15 seconds would be enough, he would be sure to escape.

There was a forest not far from the window. As long as he escaped into it, no one would be able to find him again.

But just as he was waiting for the porcelain bottle to explode and then started to act, an accident happened.

He did not hear any sound. The porcelain bottle thrown into the darkness seemed to have disappeared without a trace.

This shouldn't be the case. Even if it didn't hit anyone, it should have hit the wall or something else. How could it be... how could there be no sound at all?

But the next second, a sound of breaking wind was heard. The man in sportswear had no time to react. He threw a punch and blew up the attacking object in mid-air. The flying fragments cut his skin and face, and his whole body was covered in blood.

That's right, the flying object was the porcelain bottle that disappeared before!

The skin injury was not a big deal, but the scary thing was the hidden power contained in the porcelain bottle. The man in sportswear staggered a few steps, and finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and even the bones were exposed at the peak of his fist.

Give him back as he wants.

He didn't understand at all how his porcelain bottle was caught by his opponent and thrown back intact, why... why didn't the hidden power inside explode and hurt the opponent at the moment of contact?

But before he could think about it, the real crisis finally came.

A figure rushed over suddenly, in an incomprehensible weird posture. When the man in sportswear noticed it, the opponent was already close to him.

There was no time to think. With the determination to fight to the death, he punched out with both fists. This was his famous skill. The hidden power contained in his fists exploded the moment they touched the opponent's body.

The dark energy destroyed the opponent's body without reservation, the bones were broken, the muscles were torn, the skin exploded, and the human figure was cut off from the lower part of the chest, and the internal organs and intestines were scattered all over the ground.

"It's done!" The man in sportswear was overjoyed.

But when he saw the "opponent" in front of him clearly, he was completely dumbfounded. Song Qingshu's lower body was standing, and the upper body fell to the ground, twitching violently, and blood foam kept pouring out of his mouth.