The girl's long black hair was hanging down, and her thin shoulders were trembling with her crying.

Wu Su's breath was a little unstable: "I'll stop the bleeding..."

However, before he could finish his words, the little girl who was only a few feet away from him suddenly raised her head, and her dark hair spread out. There was no facial features on the small face, only a huge mouth with mucus flowing, with rows of sharp teeth inside, and innocent childish voices in her throat:

"But uncle, I'm even hungry."

A blood-red tongue shot out from her mouth like lightning, attacking Wu Su's face!

At least a level A.

Wu Su's mind made a judgment instantly, but it was too late. His long tongue with a fishy smell was approaching his eyes, and in the next second he could pierce his skull like tofu-

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

A terrible scream sounded against Wu Su's face, terrifying and sharp, deafening, full of resentment.

Wu Su's eyes widened in shock. He was not sure what he had seen for a moment.

It seemed like a cold light was passing by his nose, and it was like a gust of wind slashing the blood color quickly and silently, as if it was lightning flashing in a flash, and it disappeared before he could catch it.

The next second, the other party's tongue was cut off by Qijiao, and it fell to the ground with a "click". After leaving the body, it was still struggling and bouncing wildly.

The little girl with sharp teeth sprayed foul black blood from her mouth, and screamed in her throat.

Immediately afterwards, a blood mark appeared slowly on the slender neck, and the head fell down. The next second, she finally stopped screaming, her small body twitched and fell down softly. The thick black blood gushed out of the broken neck cavity, instantly dyeing the ground the same color.

Wu Su retreated in fear and avoided the corpse of the evil ghost.

"What are you waiting for?"

The indifferent voice of a young man sounded above his head.

He looked up in shock.

A slender young man stood under the bloody night sky. The huge sickle looked like a crescent moon, and the blade reflected a scarlet light, like a flowing glimmer.

He looked down at Wu Su, who was sitting on the ground in a daze, his face was covered by shadows, and his pale lips opened and closed:

“Come on.”

In a broken limb, the young man's tall figure seemed to be a sharp blade with blood sealed throat. It was so sharp that it was not covered, with a cold murderous intent and bloody smell. Just by watching, you could feel the pain of the cut-like eyeballs.

Wu Su slowly climbed up from the ground, turned his head and saw his group of stunned team members. Everyone's expressions were frozen in fear and shock. It seemed that they had not recovered from the sudden change just now, and they stared at the scene in front of them in a daze.

Wu Su felt a fighting spirit that made him tremble and poured into his chest.

He tried hard to stabilize his trembling voice and said slowly:

"I'll introduce you to it, this is ace."

The god-level player who once led their entire team to kill all the huge group of ghosts that were above the team level, the top player who could not surpass the scoreboard, and the creator of the myth in the game.

The most terrifying opponent and the most reliable comrade-in-arms. His existence seemed to be the Dinghai Sword Needle, which immediately stabilized the empty and panicked people's hearts.
Chapter completed!