Zhang Yao's degree is fast, but John's degree is faster.

Beep!

A bloody light burst out from Zhang Yao's shoulders.

"roar!"

He hissed and pounced on John's right arm with injuries.

Dong!

He knocked off the gun in John's right hand.

"Good opportunity!"

Chen Da was overjoyed, turned around and ran out of the study room in panic, and slipped away. He knew that Zhang Yao would definitely live up to expectations. Chen Da was going to gather people, gather all the elites, and gather the power of the entire company to kill this monster.

...

Although John's gun in his right hand had been lost, he still had a gun in his left hand.

Beep beep beep beep beep...

The study murals, incense burners, lamps, decorations, and potted plants were destroyed one after another.

Bang!

The purple clay teapot on the coffee table opened up completely, and the light-colored tea splashed, splashing Uncle Guang's face on the Taishi Chair. The hot tea made the old guy scream. The double stimulation of spirit and flesh almost made the old guy crazy and almost incontinent.

"Drink!"

Zhang Yaohu roared and forced John to hit the wall.

Dong!

He knocked off John's left gun again.

John took the opportunity to free his right hand and hit Zhang Yao's nose with a heavy punch.

puff!

Zhang Yao's face was full of flowers, and he staggered back three or four steps, crushing the table. But he flipped over a carp and immediately flipped it up.

John took out the knife and said that this dark guy was a tough guy and he had to be dealt with as soon as possible.

Zhang Yao wiped his nose bleeding, swept his eyes left and right, pulled a rag on the incense table, dipped it in tea and twisted it into a stream, like a twist.

John had known that Oriental martial arts was profound and profound, and it was particularly difficult for real masters to deal with, but he himself [Fighting] Master level (315/375) and [Cold Weapons] Expert level (3oo/3oo). He really didn't believe that he could not defeat this black charcoal that was comparable to Africans.

John took the lead without saying a word, and took the lead in attacking Zhang Yao with two big steps.

Zhang Yao advanced instead of retreating, and the rag in his hand roared, pulling it on the knife in a strange arc.

Crack!

A very loud sound.

The little knife flew out immediately.

Zhang Yao's hand shook, and the rag wrapped around John's arm like a maggot on his tarsal bone.

John frowned, still overestimating his own strength.

Zhang Yao pulled it.

John couldn't help but stagger forward.

"Ah pound! Ah pound! Ah pound!"

Zhang Yao screamed and hit John's chest three times in a row, his voice as if he was thunderous.

John retreated suddenly, his back hit the cabinet, the cabinet suddenly tilted over, the desk lamp on it also fell off, the light blue electric sparks flashed wildly, and the light bulb shattered.

John lay on the ground, his chest was incredibly painful, almost suffocating, and a feeling of fatigue began to spread.

Oh no! The artificial thing in my ventricle is about to run out of electricity again.

Uncle Guang, who was almost scared to death, finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Yaozai, save the ghost man's life and ask him clearly."

"Know."

Zhang Yao threw away the rag. If as expected, this ghost guy should be a killer of a certain force. He is proficient in guns and pays attention to killing one blow, which is very different from traditional martial arts.

Zhang Yao came over.

His feet were getting closer and closer to John, and John suddenly noticed that the destroyed desk lamp was still flashing with electric sparks, and its plug was still inserted into the jack.

"stand up!"

Zhang Yao grabbed John's head.

But John suddenly grabbed Zhang Yao's ankle with his left hand and held the wick of the table lamp flashing with his right hand.

Suddenly, several light blue currents rushed into John's body like small snakes in a visible form along his right hand, and then drilled into Zhang Yao's body through his left hand, flowing throughout the two of them.

"ah……"

Zhang Yao screamed, his head standing up.

Sizzling...

Smoke began to come out of his body.

This incident caught people off guard. Uncle Guang, who was sitting on the Grand Master's chair, was shocked. He really didn't expect that this ghost killer would be so crazy and chose such a way to die together.

It's just a pity Yaozai...

Oh!

The power supply short circuit reached the limit of the gate and was immediately disconnected.

All the lamps were turned off at the same time, and the room was sunk into darkness. Only the street lights outside the window shone into the house, and you could vaguely see things.

Uncle Guang held the armrest of the Grand Master's chair and stood up tremblingly, wanting to see the two entangled together to see if there are any signs of life.

Uncle Guang just walked a few steps.

John on the ground actually moved and then got up.

Resurrected in full state.

Uncle Guang was so shocked that his mouth opened into an O-shaped shape.

This ghost guy is the reincarnation and rebirth of Schwarzenegger, the terminator in science fiction?!

"You... don't come here..."

Uncle Guang was so scared that he fell to the ground and kept retreating until he had no choice but to retreat.

John grabbed Uncle Guang's back of his head, like an eagle catching a chick.

John: "I will only ask you one question, and you can save your life if you answer it well."

Uncle Guang nodded violently, and how could he dare to resist when facing a Terminator-like existence.

John: "Where has Mr. Pan gone?"

"What?" Uncle Guang was a little unbelievable, and started a massacre, killing all the way up just to ask this?

John: "I want to know the whereabouts of Mr. Pan. I don't want to repeat this question for the third time."

"Okay, okay, okay, I'll tell you," Uncle Guang immediately compromised. Although Mr. Pan is an old uncle in the company, he didn't understand what he was going to do to find Mr. Pan, but he could save his life by telling his whereabouts. It would be better if he died. A fellow Taoist would not die.

Uncle Guang: "Pan went to Chile and was recuperating in a hot spring villa in the south."

Haha, I stole my heart and put it on my body. I am quite willing to enjoy it. Enjoy it well, your life has entered the countdown, John sneered.

Uncle Guang: "What else do you want to know?"

"No need." John picked up the gun.

Beep!

Touching the corpse...

System: "Congratulations on gaining experience of 1215o points."

I'm so stupid. Can I not want so much experience? It doesn't exist to save my life in front of me, so it's best not to mess with me.

Don’t mess with me, an honest person. I am very fierce and you will gain experience if you accidentally.

System: "Congratulations on obtaining the [Tea Ceremony] specialization qualification for 45 points, now at the junior level (5o/75)."

Not bad, not bad, tea tasting is a good habit and needs to be developed for a long time.

System: "Congratulations on getting the specialty specialization [Climbing] Primary (5/75)."

No wonder this old man is in good health. He not only likes to taste tea, but also loves mountaineering. This specialty is very exquisite, and I should also maintain it. A fifty-year-old can live for ten more years if he is well-behaved.

That's how the old guy fell, but that dark guy is the key point.

John walked over.

Beep!

Finished!

That's right, Zhang Yao is not dead yet, he is pretending to be dead. He just suffered a strong electric shock and lost his ability to resist. It will take a long time to resume his actions.

With Zhang Yao's physique, it is not impossible to save his life under electric shock.

But the magical skill of pretending to be dead doesn't work in front of John. The lack of shining on the corpse proves that it is definitely not dead. Only when you die can you touch the corpse, unless the killing has nothing to do with John.
Chapter completed!