The bloody fruit knife was stabbed into Yang Jian's body.

Then pull it out quickly.

The distortion was restored, and even though the delivery man didn't move, he was already far away from Yang Jian.

The punctured wound was bleeding non-stop and could not be healed. At the same time, starting from the vicinity of the wound, the surrounding flesh and blood began to turn gray, cold, and lose vitality, as if it had suffered some kind of erosion.

Become a corpse.

The bloody fruit knife is obviously a supernatural weapon.

Even if a living person is stabbed with a knife, even if the skin is scratched, he will bleed, and then die quickly and turn into a corpse. Even evil ghosts will be affected.

Ghosts cover their eyes.

Bloody sharp knife.

Twisted Hall.

The three messengers took action. Although the remaining three people had the tendency to take action, they stopped when they saw that things were going well.

"He's dead." Liu Ziwen, who was wearing a suit, adjusted his glasses and said.

"Don't be too happy too early. Something seems wrong with him and he hasn't moved." Wang Yong said.

"Unable to move, Li Gui covers his eyes. It blocks not only his sight, but also his body's perception. This means that he is already dead before he realizes the danger."

Liu Ziwen said: "Maybe he is capable and capable, but when we talked before, I was already ready to take action. I have been waiting for this moment. He has less experience and is a bit too confident. But that's okay. The rest

It took me a lot of effort.”

Wang Yong said nothing, but he was still uneasy in his heart.

If this newcomer is really so easy to kill, then how did Zhao Feng stumble?

"Let me just say that this young man is not very capable and his tone is quite crazy. He was stabbed and will die soon." The middle-aged woman named Wang Xiuying snorted.

"Is this the end?"

Some messengers felt a little too relaxed and became worried instead. They would not relax their vigilance until they were sure that Yang Jian was really dead.

"Plop!"

next moment.

Yang Jian, who stood motionless on the spot, lost the breath of life and fell to the ground as a cold corpse.

However, after falling to the ground, an incredible thing happened.

The man who fell to the ground changed his appearance in the blink of an eye. He was not the newcomer named Yang Jian, but a middle-aged man wearing an apron and with a somewhat out-of-shape figure.

That's...Zhao Feng?

Zhao Feng was still bleeding from behind, and his body was ashen, obviously he had just died.

The appearance of this scene made all the messengers' eyelids jump and their hearts shrink suddenly.

If Yang Jian just now was Zhao Feng, then who is the body of Zhao Feng next to everyone?

"Damn it, we were fooled..." A messenger shouted, but the words stopped abruptly before he finished speaking.

A black hand pinched his neck.

The ghost hand has the ability to suppress a fierce ghost. The messenger was unable to struggle and resist. With a click, his neck was easily broken, and his body twitched a few times before hanging down limply.

behind.

A figure gradually emerged.

The first thing I saw was a pair of scarlet eyes, emitting a strange red light.

"you......"

Wang Xiuying turned around suddenly, distorting everything around her, but just as she did so, a huge gash was suddenly ripped open in her neck, blood splattered, and then her head seemed to be severed by something and rolled to the ground.

"Why, how could this happen?"

She was still conscious and could not believe why she was still being attacked when she was so far away from Yang Jian.

"Wang Xiuying." The man driving the car became angry at this time. The flesh on his face fell off piece by piece, and the exposed parts were rotten and smelly. His body quickly changed from the state of a living person to the state of a ghost.

.

He maintained consciousness and turned into a ghost for a short time.

Holding a sharp knife.

At this moment, he is dangerous and terrifying. He cannot be killed, but he can easily kill others.

But this man wearing driver's clothes strode forward and wanted to attack Yang Jian.

Fierce.

Zhao Feng, who was lying on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes and woke up, but the look in his eyes was no longer that of Zhao Feng, but that of a stranger. As if he had received an order, he pounced on the driving man, with rust in his hands.

The stained iron hook took action at this moment, hooking directly into his flesh and blood and pulling out forcefully.

"ah!"

A shrill scream came from the mouth of the man wearing driver's clothes. His body shook as if it was divided into two halves, and the part that belonged to a living person was hooked out of the body by the rusty iron hook.

outside.

At first glance, it looks like the soul is out of body.

"The seducer...Zhao Feng, how could he do this?" The man in a suit named Liu Ziwen was completely shocked.

"boom!"

But before he finished speaking, a spear suddenly flew out, directly pierced the head of another messenger who wanted to take action, and nailed him to the wall next to him.

The corpse twitched a few times and then immediately stopped moving.

Blood, screams, corpses.

In just a moment, the situation suddenly reversed.

Even the extremely ferocious man driving the car was so restrained that he was seduced to death.

Wang Yong's palms twitched at this moment, and he wanted to make a move, but he stopped again for some reason.

Because, he felt like he was being stared at by strange eyes, and in just a moment, he seemed to disappear from this world.

"ah!"

The last miserable cry came out, and Zhao Feng used the rusty iron hook to pull out a living part of the take-out man.

But when it is drawn out, the living part breaks instantly like porcelain, and then dissipates immediately.

The body of Li Gui, who was holding a sharp knife, stood on the same spot, motionless and without any movement.

obviously.

he died.

Not only him, Wang Xiuying also died.

One of the remaining messengers was strangled to death by Yang Jian, and another was nailed to death by piercing his head.

A moment.

Four of the six messengers were lost.

The only ones left were Liu Ziwen and Wang Yong, and one of them was breaking out in a cold sweat, while the other's hands and feet were frozen and he didn't dare to move.

It's not that they don't have the ability to fight hard.

But it all happened too fast, making them feel powerless.

Obviously the gap is not big, why did they lose so miserably?

"Actually, you all have good abilities, but it's a pity that you met me." Yang Jian said indifferently, and then slowly put down the corpse in his hand and threw it next to him like rags.

What he said was not modesty.

It was Zhao Feng who had his memory stolen and learned the information.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be so easy.

"Zhao Feng...he rebelled?" Wang Yong glanced solemnly at Zhao Feng.

It was because he suddenly faked his death and woke up to kill an important person on his side with his own hands. Otherwise, the situation would not have been reversed so completely.

"I'm not Zhao Feng."

Zhao Feng spoke, but his tone changed and he became a stranger.

"So that's it. No wonder Zhao Feng didn't die before and was still alive. It turned out that he had been replaced by a certain personality. When Zhao Feng was thrown out before, it was not a demonstration, but a trap." Liu Ziwen took a deep breath and understood what happened.

Beginning and end.

This is something no one thought of.

Because everyone's attention was attracted by Yang Jian just now, who would have thought that Zhao Feng would suddenly stand up and attack the people here.
Chapter completed!