After the loud noise, the sound of bricks falling to the ground came from a distance - it sounded like someone had collapsed the outer wall of the lobby.

"Li Po! Leave quickly! This is a conspiracy, don't fall into someone else's trap." Old Liu's voice had clearly reached outside the lobby.

There is a lobby between me and them. Even if I want to kill them, there are too many variables.

Besides, Old Liu is right, most of the people who died under my sword were Yue Hailou's people, and a few were disciples of various sects. The number of core figures in the art who really died in my hands was less than one.

I have not yet formed a deadly feud with the Provincial City Shu Dao.

For Jianghu leaders, the death of several disciples is not considered a sworn enemy. If you are a hero, even if the person who died is your own son, you may not be unable to negotiate peace.

If I leave all these heads behind, no matter who succeeds the sect, they will have to carry my head on their head to pay homage to the new head, otherwise, it will be difficult for him to convince the public.

Now is not the time for me to kill someone!

I hesitated for a moment, then put down my swords: "You all listen to me, I don't mind killing you all, but I don't want anyone to be a gunman."

"Today, I can take the knife back, but if any of you ask me to pull it out again, not just one person will die."

After scanning the faces of the leaders one by one, I turned to look at Ma Jiang: "My surname is Ma, I still say the same thing, your choice is good!"

I sneered and pointed at the nine-ring life-cutting knife on the ground: "Leave my knife here. When I come back to get it, I will bring a head with me. You'd better not let me come back with more heads."

As I turned around, the voice that said I was dishonest at the most critical moment came again: "Leave a knife as evidence? That's a bit brave! The warlock made a pact, and the ghosts and gods will jointly supervise it. After seven days, the undead will return, don't you?"

Give the deceased an explanation. The ghosts and gods will take your head to pay homage to the dead soul."

As I paused for a moment, I suddenly felt a stinging pain on my vest, as if someone had put a mark on my back, the mark was deep enough to go into my bones.

I also clearly felt the blood flowing down my back to my waist.

Without stopping, I walked out of Yuehai Tower and rushed to the meeting place agreed upon by Lao Liu and me.

Before we came to Yuehai Tower, we had thought about various situations that might arise. The only thing we didn't expect was that I would have a head-on confrontation with the entire provincial capital.

According to our prior agreement, if we cannot leave Yuehai Tower together, we will meet at the entrance of a shopping mall.

When I arrived at the meeting place, Lao Liu and Yun Shang were nowhere to be seen, but I felt that there was an extra person behind me.

At that time, my back was facing the floor-to-ceiling glass of the mall. If there was someone behind me, they could only look at my back through a glass window.

Pretending to be nonchalant, I held the mirror used to block the spell in my hand and quietly raised it to my eyes.

When I saw the figure in the mirror clearly, I couldn't help but open my eyes suddenly - the person who appeared in the floor-to-ceiling window turned out to be me. Moreover, what I saw was not a back figure, but my own front face.

The figure reflected in the glass not only looked pale, but also had a patch of dust on his forehead.

While the figure sneered, he stretched out his hand and pulled open his collar, revealing the knife edge on his neck.

His head was chopped off!

I shuddered involuntarily, and the figure's head fell to the ground as if it was disconnected from the back.

When the scarlet blood spurted out from the headless neck cavity, the mirror in my hand also turned a blood red color.

Before I had time to react, the mirror exploded in my hand without warning. When the shattered glass hit my eyeballs, I instinctively closed my eyes.

Until the glass broke my eyelids, I suddenly turned around and looked behind me.

The figure on the floor-to-ceiling window has been replaced by the image of me turning around in shock, with the same expression and the same posture. This is my shadow.

Before I could even breathe a sigh of relief, the figure on the glass showed me a sly smile, and the collar behind him flipped downwards, revealing a red line printed between the second and third joints of his cervical vertebrae.

That is the position where the executioner cuts the head. When cutting off a person's head, most top executioners will choose this position to cut the head. Cutting off the head with one cut will never be sloppy.

The figure on the glass seemed to have specially asked me to see the knife edge. After showing the blood line, it returned to its original appearance.

I subconsciously touched my neck. Unexpectedly, I actually dipped my hand into blood on my neck.

My neck is broken?

This is the mark of ghosts and gods. The meaning of seeing the end in seven days is that the knife edge will expand by one point every day. After seven days, the knife edge will cut off the head?

Is the person who marked me really a ghost?

When I felt an inexplicable chill in my heart, I suddenly saw two figures on the glass.

Lao Liu and Yun Shang stood on either side of me, one on the left and the other on the right, with blood streaming from their eyes.

I turned around suddenly in shock, but there was nothing behind me. When I looked through the glass again, all I saw were curious customers in the mall. They couldn't figure out why someone was turning back and forth in front of the glass window, let alone

What on earth did that person see that would cause him to be frightened again and again?
Chapter completed!