Liu Yu, who had been clutching his chest and looking pale, surged with energy the moment the woman came close.
A huge dark pupil flashed from behind him. Suddenly, the pupil opened, Shatter, turned into black energy, and merged into the woman's body.
The woman was dazed for a moment, Liu Yu burst out, and a Dagger appeared in her hand, passing in front of the woman.
But within a moment, the woman came back to her senses and took a step back.
Even so, there was a bloodstain on his arm.
"Black Pupil?"
"Liu Family people?"
"I really want to consider cooperating with you!"
"What a fool."
"Still in the mood for small talk."
The voice of the man wearing the hat became colder, but he stopped watching the show. The black cat flashed past in the dark night, and Liu Yu had five scratches on his chest.
Blood kept spilling out.
"Huh..."
"It's late... it's late."
"Her aura has been locked onto her. Even if I die, she will be buried with me."
With a groan, Liu Yu stood up holding on to the wall with trembling arms.
Looking at the woman opposite, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
"What is Black Pupil?"
The woman's expression became serious and she looked at the figure behind her and asked.
The voice hidden under the hat is still cold. "Black Pupil, Ink City Liu Family inherited the awakening, the fighting ability is not strong, but Break Void can be seen as crazy, and can also use life to leave marks on people."
"Anyone who leaves a mark will be targeted for death by the Liu Family."
"As long as you master the secret method of the Liu Family, the mark will be as dazzling as Blazing Sun."
"Maybe I can work with the rest of you Soul Hunting Hunters."
As the voice fell, the black cat figure that perfectly blended into the night flickered again, its eyes suddenly flashed like a shadow, and the next moment it appeared in front of Liu Yu like Teleportation.
And blood gushed out from Liu Yu's neck.
Pupils dilate slightly.
Leaning against the wall, breathing hard, he reluctantly raised his head and looked in the direction of the Ink Academy in the distance, his vision gradually blurred.
"After all... it's still too weak..."
A bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he finally fell to the ground weakly.
Blood spilled.
Soaked in the soil.
"Dispose of the body yourself."
"I will inform you that other people from the Soul Hunting Hunters organization will come over."
"As for yourself, find a way to live a few more days and explain your funeral arrangements."
He left cold words, lowered his head and left.
There was no emotion in the voice, just indifference.
The woman's face was slightly pale, she gritted her teeth and took a deep breath. "Do you really think I'm scared?"
"Just a mark and you want to kill me?"
Although she said this, her trembling hands finally betrayed her heart.
He picked up Liu Yu's body, opened the courtyard door and walked in.
At the street corner, Old Sun, who was always smiling and selling Liangpi, wiped his hands with a handkerchief. He watched the man in the hat gradually go away. He sat on the horse, took out his mobile phone, found a number and dialed it.
"Hello, Dark Pavilion?"
"I just found a person who is suspected to be Evil Cult's organization Senior Leadership. I guess she should be Goddess, Qiu Xiaoxiao of Evil Cult."
"I'm just guessing."
"You can adjust the surveillance of Yulin Street and Third Road and find a person wearing a big hat."
"Then carefully trace his movements."
"Perhaps we can deduce his hiding place."
"Of course, this person may intentionally avoid the camera, but at least it proves one point. Evil Cult Goddess is here. Jiangcheng is probably going to make a big move."
"My surname is Re, and my name is Enthusiastic Citizen."
Hang up the phone, pull out the SIM Card, break it into pieces, and throw it into the trash can nearby.
After mixing the cold skin with it again, my face is still so simple and unpretentious.
"Why hasn't the guy selling pancakes come back yet?"
"You couldn't have forgotten the paper, right?"
Muttering in his mouth, Old Sun bent his back and walked deeper into the street.
Standing at the intersection, his nose twitched slightly, he sniffed lightly, and frowned.
The smell of blood.
Looking at several claw marks on the far wall, Old Sun did not go deep, but slowly retreated.
"Are they crazy? Are they going to kill Ink Academy at this time?"
"Are you confident?"
"That's not right..."
"The task she assigned me is to disrupt Jiangcheng, so Ink Academy will inevitably come forward to suppress it."
"If she makes some other moves to attract Ink Academy's Senior Leadership power, the result will be a vacancy within the Ink Academy."
"So her target is something in the Ink Academy?"
Old Sun returned to the cold skin stall and sat down, thinking about it in his mind.
What would you do if you put yourself in the role of Goddess?
"After all, I am the cannon fodder."
"No wonder I was transferred to Jiangcheng."
Coming to the final conclusion, Old Sun looked a little ugly. He took a deep breath and stood up. "I'm too old to do this anymore. Let's close the stall."
He mumbled and pushed the cart away.
"As long as Goddess attracts all the attention of the Ink Academy and Dark Pavilion, she may not be able to be used as cannon fodder. I will take the things."
"Even if I can't get it, as long as Goddess dies here, I can still live."
"My brother is gone, and my sister has no need to live anymore!"
Old Sun's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He walked around the corner, straightened his back in the blind spot of the surveillance, took off his jacket, changed the side and put it on again...
After a long time, a fat image of Middle-Aged Man appeared.
He smiles in an honest and honest manner.
Finally, he walked near the Ink Academy, took out an envelope, handed it to a beggar in the distance, gave him another 100 yuan, stood in the corner, watched the beggar knock on the door of the Ink Academy, and then turned and left.
Ink Academy, Dark Pavilion under double layer high pressure...
Goddess probably won't feel better for some time to come.
And having taken over a large number of believers, he may not be able to step out of the role of cannon fodder and stand outside the chessboard to watch the fun.
The only thing he doesn't know now is what Goddess's goal is.
In short, it must be within the Ink Academy.
But judging from the influx of Jiangcheng this time and the number of believers under his control, it must be a big move.
Even beyond Zhong Yushu.
Too many.
There are already more than a thousand people under his control alone.
And he believes this is just the tip of the iceberg.
After all, his job is just cannon fodder.
In other words, thousands of cannon fodder.
Calculated in this way, according to Divine Cult's consistent style, the income must far exceed the amount of sacrifice, so...
This thing is of amazing value.
Even in the eyes of Divine Cult, it surpasses Zhong Yushu.
For a moment, Zong Ren became a little excited.