Chapter 1141 Junior

"Song Qingshu!"

The man in sportswear panicked immediately. He never thought that Song Qingshu would rush over. No, he didn't rush over by himself, but was thrown over by someone!

But it was too late to say anything now. Song Qingshu's body was broken into two pieces and he was about to die. Google Search Reading

Running, the man in sportswear had only this one plan in his mind. He took a last look at Song Qingshu and immediately ran towards the French window in his memory.

On the way, he kept dispersing his abilities to various parts of his body. His already strong muscles became more exaggerated at this moment. He looked like a human tank, and his surging momentum seemed to crush everything that dared to stop him.

And he also saw clearly that a figure was standing in front of the window at this moment.

It was blocking his way to survive.

It was a bloody figure, relatively tall, and his body, which was considered strong compared to ordinary people, looked much thinner than himself now.

Even though he found his opponent, the man in sportswear didn't slow down, but instead accelerated his pace. He knew that this time was his last chance.

If he rushed out by chance, he would have a chance to survive. If he didn't rush out, he couldn't blame anyone else, but his bad luck, and was found by such a guy.

The opponent blocking the window didn't make any move, as if he was stunned by his momentum. Until the last moment, the man in sportswear saw the opponent move, and a light flashed in front of his eyes.

The next second, the man in sportswear broke through the French window, staggered and fell on the land of the garden outside. He didn't have time to get excited, and he rushed into the woods like an arrow from a string.

50 meters.

40 meters.

...

10 meters.

He didn't feel the sound of the person chasing him from behind. To be precise, he didn't hear any sound or see anything. He successfully escaped into the woods.

His heart was pounding, and he turned his head quietly while running. The guy who looked like the god of death didn't catch up.

Why he let him go, he didn't know, and he didn't care.

As long as he survives, as long as he can survive, it's fine!

Breathing the air in the forest, he has never cherished his life as much as he does now. The feeling of escaping death is surprisingly wonderful. The only pity is that he didn't even see the face of his opponent!

More than 20 disciples, including two branch leaders, were killed, and only he escaped by luck.

It's really... miserable.

For some reason, the last ray of light kept appearing in his mind, snow-white, dazzling, and extremely fast, so fast that he couldn't see anything clearly. What did that guy do?

Also, that guy was clearly blocking the window, why didn't he stop him when he finally broke through the window to escape?

That guy deliberately let him go, he was sure of this.

"Um..."

The man in sportswear paused, and the sudden pain in his right arm twisted his whole body. He turned his head and stared at his right arm with an indescribable fear.

The swollen muscles stretched the sleeves of his clothes, hanging on his body like rags, and at this moment, his right arm was covered with bloody lines.

What was even more terrifying was that the entire right arm fell apart along the lines, and the flesh seemed to have been divided early in the morning, cracking bit by bit, and finally falling off piece by piece, with a lot of blood gushing out.

"Ah...Ahhhh!!"

The man in sportswear screamed in a way that was not like a human voice. It was not because he was too fragile, but because the scene in front of him was too shocking and cruel. First, the right arm, then the left arm, the left leg, the right leg, and finally the torso...

The flesh and blood on his body fell off piece by piece, revealing the pale skeleton inside. He watched himself being tortured, but he could do nothing about it. The taste of this was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Big mouthfuls of blood gushed out of the man's mouth, and his throat made a "gurgling" sound. At the last moment of his life, the man in sportswear had surprisingly clear thoughts.

He thought about it, and finally figured it out. It turned out that the last white light he saw was the light of a knife.

It was an extremely fast knife. In that guy's hand, in just a short moment, he swung hundreds of knives and dismembered himself in mid-air.

Because the knife was too fast, he felt the pain only after he ran a long way.

This should be the real strength of that guy.

There would be no one else who could do this except that guy.

"Bone picker... Gong Zhe."

After saying these last few words, the important organs of the man in sportswear began to fall apart, and his vitality completely dissipated.

But what was strange was that under the bleak moonlight, the cleanly disassembled white skeleton actually staggered forward a few steps, and then hit a tree and fell down.

And along the way the skeleton walked, there were scattered flesh and blood all the way, and the soil was stained with blood. The scene was horrible.

...

In an office building in the south of Rongcheng.

In a secluded and safe room, a woman was lying on the bed.

The quilt covering her body could not hide her proud figure. She seemed to be asleep, but suddenly, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she opened her eyes suddenly.

In an instant, a fierce momentum was revealed. Under her ordinary face, she was definitely not an ordinary woman.

Lin Wan'er turned over and got out of bed, and put on a piece of clothing. She didn't wear shoes because it was inconvenient and she didn't have time. She sensed a mysterious breath, very close to her, very close... What's more terrifying is that this breath is extremely strong.

She walked gently to the door and pushed it open. The scene in front of her made her frown.

She saw that the lights in the conference room were on, and a figure was sitting not far from her, on the side of the long table in the conference room.

The figure had her back to her. It was a woman, and she knew her.

It was Wan Yuanning. Because she needed to disguise herself all the time, Wan Yuanning lived very close to her. This was also arranged by her, so it was not surprising.

But it was so late, Wan Yuanning didn't go to bed, but sat in the conference room blankly, which was a problem.

But...

Lin Wan'er clenched her fists slightly and walked out without hesitation, "Since you are here, come out. If you have anything to say, please talk to me. Don't embarrass these children."

Before she finished speaking, Lin Wan'er suddenly looked towards the side of the conference room, which was the direction of the window. At this moment, a figure stood in front of the window, and... the direction facing Wan Yuanning was also here.

Lin Wan'er felt a huge pressure from this person. Few people could give her this feeling.

This person was a disciple, and he was very powerful.

The most terrifying thing was that she also sensed a terrible energy fluctuation from the visitor, which proved that this person was only a hair's breadth away from being completely eroded.