Chapter 1736 Fate
The strange babies were killed, and the Granny Ghost Face who controlled them was immediately attacked. The strange baby that managed to escape screamed and vented its anger on Granny Ghost Face, and gave her a hard blow on the cheek. He grabbed her and took away her remaining right ear.
However, taking advantage of the little time gained, a figure appeared quietly in front of the old president. Facing this powerful enemy whose normal attacks were completely ineffective, Empress Dahe hit backhand with a butterfly strike. sacrifice.
The underworld butterfly is extremely gorgeous, flapping its blue wings. It looks very leisurely, but in fact it is extremely fast. It draws beautiful streamlines in the air, aims at the mouth of the old president, and flies over. .
But just a second before Ming Die was about to touch his teeth, a black mist suddenly poured out of the old president's mouth, wrapping Ming Die and corroding it away in a moment.
The only remaining milky white eye was staring at Empress Dahe, and she swung out her palm very quickly. Dahe Empress was caught off guard and flew out like a kite with a broken string. Even with the help of the embalmer, she fell heavily to the ground.
A sharp sound of breaking through the air came from behind. From the sound, you could tell that it was an extremely sharp weapon. But just when the old president was about to turn around to face the enemy, his legs suddenly Not listening to orders anymore.
I saw a gorgeous butterfly landing on his knees, still flapping its wings leisurely. At this moment, a thin layer of frost had grown on his legs.
This is the second underworld butterfly!
There was no chance anymore. The sharp sound of breaking through the air struck hard on the old president’s shoulder amid everyone’s expectations. This final blow that filled Chenran with all his strength finally broke through. At the weakest point of the old president's defense, following the trajectory of Xia Tan and Gong Zhe, he slashed into the old president's body.
The blade was completely submerged, and black mist overflowed along the wound. At this moment, Jiangcheng, Lin Wan'er and others couldn't help but feel in a trance, as if at this moment, the father and son Chenran and Gong Zhe had completed some kind of inheritance, or had achieved mutual redemption.
"Pfft!"
The old president, who still did not fall, twisted half of his body in an incomprehensible way, and punched Chenran's chest hard, leaving a bloody fist The blade stabbed out from behind, and a stream of hot blood spilled onto the ground. As he pulled out his arm, Chenran staggered back, clutching his chest, and finally fell to the ground, the vitality in his eyes slowly dissipating.
There was still a smile on the corner of his mouth. He never hoped that this blow would kill the old president, but he had done the best he could.
What his father Gong Zhe once could do, he also did. The dagger still remains in the old president's body, just like his father's folding knife.
"No. 6!!"
No. 8 raised his weapon and tried to fight the old president. No. 13 hugged her desperately, "Get away!" No. 8 threw away No. 13, but was thrown head-on. A heavy slap in the face.
Lin Wan'er put down her hand, "What are you going to do? Go and die?"
"If you want to die, go out and die again. I won't stop you, but not now. Our mission has not been completed yet. !”
“Do you want to see No. 6 die in vain?”
"Then what do you say? As long as I can kill this bitch, I will listen to you in anything!" No. 8 was already hysterical. They had already paid too much.
"No. 8, don't cry, we will definitely kill this guy." The fat man smiled with tears streaming down his face, "We have already figured out a way, and we will definitely succeed this time."
< br>No. 13 seemed to have thought of something. He first looked at Lin Wan'er's face, and then looked at the fat man sharply, "No! Absolutely not!"
"Don't hesitate. Hesitant, if we do nothing, everyone will die if we lose." Fatty nodded to No. 13 and said firmly: "I believe in Boss Lin, and I believe in everyone!"
"You! Do you want to use yourself as bait to catch the old president?" After hearing Fatty's plan, No. 8 acted the same as No. 13, but Fatty had already made up his mind, and Lin Wan'er acquiesced to the plan.
No. 8's nose burst into tears, "I know that the door on your body is very attractive to the old president, but Zero is the same. Can we use Zero as bait? He will definitely be fine."
At this time, Su An also came closer. He was also an important part of this plan.
"Su An, what you have to do is to disrupt the old president's thoughts at the most critical moment and create opportunities for me to get close to him." Lin Wan'er said seriously, "Once I get close to it, I will do my best to invade. Clean his memory.”
“Clear the memory of the old president?” No. 8 felt unreliable upon hearing this.
She also knew something about Lin Wan'er's abilities. It was not easy to clean and change a person's memory. It required various auxiliary conditions, not to mention something like an old president.
And if it fails, at least it will be injured and backlashed, or at worst, Lin Wan'er's consciousness will even be lost in the spiritual world of the old president, and the consequences will be disastrous.
But looking around, everyone knew that there was no other choice. Chenran, who was the top combat power of Crimson, was dead. Grandma Dahe, the ghost-faced mother-in-law, was also seriously injured and withdrew from the battle. If it weren't for Wu, Shui The masters and others are still struggling to hold on, but now it is already a one-sided massacre.
But now Mr. Shui obviously can't hold on any longer. The young shoots on his head have been cut off, his clothes are in tatters, and there are injuries everywhere on his body.
Wen Zhao was also worried. He and his father were standing far away from the battle, and with them were friends invited by Wang Yanhou.
They looked at the gradually collapsing battle situation with cold eyes, without saying a word.
"Father." Wen Zhao pulled Wang Yanhou's sleeve, with tears in his puzzled eyes, "Aren't we here to help? Why don't you and these uncles take action?"
"Hu— —" Hou Yanyan did not look at Wen Zhao, but slowly shook his head, "Wen Zhao, we have done what we should do, and no matter what we do next, it will not change the outcome."
"I once gave them a chance to choose. This is their fate."
Wen Zhao couldn't help sobbing. Although he didn't understand the word fate, he could detect the heaviness in his father's tone. "So. So they will all die here, right?"
"More than that, it is more painful than death. They will enter the next reincarnation."
"Father, then they have no chance at all?" Wen Zhao still refused to give up. He knew that these were the best people.
"Sorry, I didn't see the second ending in the newspaper."
Wen Zhao's last glimmer of hope was shattered, and he sobbed. He looked at all the people who were following him. People whose fates are at odds with each other, everyone works so hard. At this moment, he suddenly understood the power of the word fate.
As long as you are marked by fate, no matter how hard you try or how desperate you are, it is destined to be in vain, just like a moth flying into a flame.
"Father, what's the point of us coming here?" Wen Zhao suddenly became strong, "Is it to see off my friends?"
Wang Yanhou held his breath and slowly moved his gaze behind Jiang Cheng and Wu, "No, I'm waiting for someone who may appear to break the fate."
There will be more later
(End of this chapter)