Shi Wusheng walked towards Zhang Qingshan. When he passed by Zhang Qingshan, he didn't stop. He just glanced at him and walked into a dark alley.
Zhang Qingshan turned around and walked behind him, asking,""Mister Tsukihiko? The ghost dances without sorrow? Which name would you prefer?”
Gui Wu Shi Wu squinted her eyes. The youth behind her was provoking her.
From the opposite side of the alley, three people who had just drunk came over. The smell of alcohol was soaring, especially the person who was walking backwards. He was quite drunk.
"Little Eighth, are you alright?"
The man called Eighty continued to stagger backward and replied,""It's okay, it's okay. I'm not drunk yet."
Dong---
Little Myna bumped into the suited Phantom Dance Shi Wucai.
"Ah, it hurts! What are you doing!"
There were still people following behind him. Judging from their clothes, they were members of the Ghost Slaying Team. Phantom Dance Shi Wucai did not want to get entangled with a drunkard.
"I'm sorry."
Little Myna, who was a little drunk, grabbed Phantom Dance Shi Wuceng's shoulder.
"Hey! Wait a minute."
Behind him, Zhang Qingshan shook his head helplessly. He was courting death. As the saying goes, those who drown know how to swim. Those who were short-lived were all courting death.
Sure enough, before he could finish his sentence, No. 8 had even taken a fancy to the suit worn by Phantom Dance Shi Wucai.
Zhang Qingshan couldn't help but laugh as he leaned against the wall.
I want a suit! haha
Upon hearing the laughter from behind, Phantom Dance Shi Wupao frowned.
"Hey, hey, hey, say something. It's too annoying. Look at your pale face. Are you about to die?”
Gui Wu Shi Wu's blood-red pupils suddenly enlarged. This was a minefield, a minefield that he could not touch, and no one else could touch.
Zhang Qingshan stopped laughing and steadied his body. The atmosphere suddenly changed. This was the murderous aura emitted by Shi Wukuang.
"Say something ~ Are you dead? Yo yo yo, say something ~"
Little Myna was frantically testing the edge of courting death. He stretched his legs and ruthlessly courted death.
Phantom Dance Shi Wupeng raised his fist and punched Little Myna's head.
Little Myna's body flew up like a sandbag and crashed into the wall at the side. His body slid down, leaving sticky blood on the wall.
Everything happened too quickly. The person who was traveling with No. 8 hesitated for a few seconds before reacting. The woman rushed up to see if he was okay.
"You! He was already dead! Little Myna is not breathing!" The woman shouted at the man beside her.
" What?!"
The tall and strong man couldn't believe that such a weak man could actually kill someone in one round. Just how powerful was his fist?
His tall body blocked Phantom Dance Shi Wuceng's path.
"Ah, you bastard!" He raised his fist and swung it at the person in front of him.
Tong--
Ghost Dance Shi Wucai kicked the tall and strong man into the sky, so that his fist could not even touch his body.
His body flew high in the sky and he spat out blood. The blood sprayed to the position beside the woman, and his body crashed heavily to the ground.
Zhang Qingshan saw everything. Was his leg strength as strong as Ghost Dance and Shi Wucai?
Gui Wu Shi Wu looked at Zhang Qingshan from the corner of his eyes. Everything he did was not only to let these people die, but also to let Zhang Qingshan see.
He was not someone who could be provoked casually.
In an instant, the two people who were traveling with her died in front of her. The woman was so scared that she collapsed on the ground and trembled.
Phantom Dance Shi Wusheng walked in front of the woman and squatted down." Hey, do I look bad?”
He reached out a hand to support half of the woman's face and continued asking,""Is my face very pale? Does he look weak?"
"Doesn't it look like he won't live long? Doesn't it look like he won't live long?"
The woman's eyes widened in fear. Her body trembled non-stop and she could not say a word.
A dagger with a cold light flew over. Phantom Dance Shi Wucai quickly retracted his hand, but he was a second too late. The dagger cut a wound on the back of his hand.
A small amount of blood gushed out from the wound.
Zhang Qingshan shrugged nonchalantly." Ah, the dagger is flying slower.”
He wanted to stop the ghost dance Shi Wucai from hurting the woman, and at the same time test how fast the ghost dance Shi Wucai could be.
When he threw the dagger, he aimed it at the back of Phantom Dance Shi Wuceng's hand with great force. The speed of the dagger was definitely not slow.
Even so, Shi Wucai managed to dodge it, leaving behind only a bloody scar.
Ghost Dance Shi Wucai moved her hand to her mouth and licked the blood on it. She muttered to herself as if she was talking to Zhang Qingshan and this woman.
"No, no, no. I'm a creature that's infinitely close to perfection.”
Zhang Qingshan jumped up and took out his knife. He aimed the blade at Phantom Dance Shi Wucai who was on the ground. A smile appeared on his face. Since he was so proud, he would kill his pride.
唦--
Phantom Dance Shi Wupeng moved quickly, and a corner of his suit was cut off by the blade.
"You!"
Zhang Qingshan's feet slowly landed on the ground and he carried the saber on his shoulder.
"What about me? I just feel that you're not perfect either!”
After the previous observation, Zhang Qingshan felt that although Shi Wucai was powerful, he also had his own weaknesses, but he tried his best to hide them.
Enraging him, making him lose his calm, making him unable to make the right judgment, would be beneficial to him.
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