Chapter 790 Are You a Messenger of God?

It was not her mother Kong Xueling, but her distant uncle Kong Chunxiang.

This guy is not a good person.

Song Anhui had heard since she was a child that he was very popular in the local society and knew all kinds of people.

Her mother mentioned Kong Chunxiang with only contempt in her eyes, saying that he was self-degrading and that it was a disgrace for a child of a noble family to do such things. She also often taught them not to have much contact with this distant uncle.

So, when saving lives, all the family lintels were forgotten, right?

Song Anhui's eyes flashed with disdain, and soon her heart ached again.

Mother, you must have been really scared and panicked at that time.

What a pity.

Ximeng suddenly turned her head to look at Song Anhui.

"What, what's wrong?"

Ximeng narrowed her eyes.

"What are you thinking about? You're in a very uneasy mood."

Song Anhui's eyes dodged: "No, I'm not thinking about anything." She knew that she had to be half true and half false when she spoke. "I just recognized someone. That's my uncle."

Xi Meng frowned for a moment, and suddenly realized: "So you want to kill your relatives for the sake of justice?"

"No, I just simply want to save my first love."

Xi Meng sneered.

"If you can't even fool yourself, who else can you fool?"

Song Anhui was stunned, and suddenly a chill ran up her spine, and her whole body froze.

So...

Did Taoist Su see through her at a glance?

At the other end, Kong Chunxiang walked out of the passage.

There was a mighty group of at least twenty people.

Ten people were covered with hoods, their hands and feet were tied with iron chains, and there were strong men staring at them. The strong men had guns on their waists, and they looked fierce.

Some of the sensible subordinates went to turn on the lights.

Above the head, rows of lights came on.

The whole space became bright.

Song Anhui also faced the headless corpses on the opposite side, and her heartbeat stopped for a few beats.

Kong Chunxiang and the others saw Su Chen standing in the middle, the collapsed wooden frame and the skulls rolling on the ground.

They were stunned for a moment, and soon the younger brother behind Kong Chunxiang exclaimed.

"Who are you? How did you get in? Did you destroy these? Are you so bold?"

He spoke in English.

As he spoke, he quickly stepped forward, raised his hands, pointed the gun at Su Chen, and looked alert.

Kong Chunxiang glanced behind him, and three of the strong men also walked over to support him.

Song Anhui was a little worried: "Aunt, Master Su will bleed if he is shot by a gun, right?"

There is an old saying that no matter how good your martial arts are, you are afraid of kitchen knives.

What's more, the powerful mystical arts do not mean that your fists and feet are powerful.

Master Su is a human after all, isn't he?

She turned her head and found that Xi Meng had found a comfortable position in the pile of bones and lay on her side with her head propped up.

His expression was even more comfortable.

If there was a fruit plate or something beside her, she would even suspect that the dragon was here for vacation.

Xi Meng raised her eyelids lazily.

"Master Xuan's blood should taste good, right?"

Song Anhui: "..."

Su Chen didn't move.

He was still using the Sky Eye to explore the situation in the cauldron.

Unfortunately, I thought there would be a formation or something similar on the skin of the floating corpse, but unfortunately, I didn't find anything.

Instead, at the bottom of the cauldron, I found a long, flat, round, and cylindrical object with a hole, a bit like a flattened ivory.

Seeing that he was indifferent, the younger brother who came forward at the beginning became angry, took a step forward, and pressed the muzzle of the gun directly on Su Chen's temple.

"I'm talking to you, are you deaf?"

"You want to die, I'll fulfill your wish now!"

Song Anhui covered her eyes reluctantly.

It seemed that in the next moment, Su Chen would bleed on the spot.

The gunshot rang out.

"Ah!" A scream came.

Song Anhui's heartbeat stopped for two seconds.

She slowly moved her hand away and looked at Su Chen again. She saw that Su Chen was still standing steadily. On the contrary, the man who fired the gun before was holding his bloody arm in disbelief, biting his teeth tightly, and still couldn't avoid making a muffled groan.

Huh?

Song Anhui looked at Xi Meng.

She lowered her voice and asked, "How did Taoist Su do it? It's okay to shoot?"

Xi Meng looked listless.

"Boring."

I can judge for myself whether it's boring or not.

Please explain it.

The Vajra Talisman still maintained 20% to 30% of the pain.

So Su Chen felt the pain from his temple, sighed helplessly, and slowly turned around to look at the man holding his arm.

"You..." He paused, looking at the fair-skinned, high-nosed blond youth in front of him, and said in a gentle tone, "Are you okay?"

When Song Anhui heard these words, they were obviously sarcastic. If someone with a bad temper thought he was being sarcastic, they might get angry the next moment.

The man who was covering his arm obviously had a bad temper. The veins on his forehead bulged when he heard this. He gritted his teeth fiercely, squinted his eyes and took two steps back vigilantly, staring at Su Chen closely.

He changed to poor Chinese.

"You... are Chinese."

"No, are you a human or... do you have a guardian spirit?"

He has followed Kong Chunxiang for so many years, and has been through many life and death experiences. He has gained Kong Chunxiang's trust and has naturally seen many mysterious things with him.

What impressed him most was the guardian spirit.

Kong Chunxiang has a guardian spirit.

Whenever he encounters danger, he can always turn it into safety.

Once they were surrounded, and under the hail of bullets, Kong Chunxiang, who had no skills, was shot seven times, two of which were near his heart. He was sent to an underground hospital. The most authoritative doctors said that he was hopeless, but he survived and was full of energy in three days.

After that, he was brought to the air-raid shelter by Kong Chunxiang, and he finally knew the existence of guardian spirits.

Kong Chunxiang even promised him meaningfully that if he remained so loyal, he would be his guardian spirit in the future.

"Johnson!" Kong Chunxiang said with some dissatisfaction when he heard him mention the guardian spirit.

Johnson shut up decisively.

Kong Chunxiang narrowed his eyes and looked at Su Chen.

"You..." He looked Su Chen up and down. He was wearing old-fashioned clothes, his figure was a little thin, but he was a little energetic.

It was just his face...

It always made him feel familiar.

He must have seen it somewhere.

He didn't think Su Chen had a guardian spirit. After all, the guardian spirit couldn't help them avoid disasters. It would only save people at the critical moment of life and death.

At that time, he also had a guardian spirit. After being shot, there would still be blood holes on his body. If it weren't for his great contribution, God gave him the ability to recover quickly. He would have to recuperate for at least one or two years.

Thinking of this, Kong Chunxiang narrowed his eyes.

He was able to appear at the sacrificial site without making any noise, not being shot, and speaking Chinese, maybe...

He asked cautiously: "Are you a messenger of God?"

Su Chen frowned.

Messenger of God? What a mess of words!

Too mixed!

Kong Chunxiang: "If you are not a messenger of God? Then you..."

Su Chen pointed to the tripod.

"I came here for it."