At the end of the long street, Qin Mo, with a serious face, stood like a pine tree, his eyes looked southeast, his nose slightly wrinkled, and he smelled the remaining smell in the air.

Car exhaust, pedestrians smell, the fragrance wafts out of the surrounding bakery, and the dust on the road.

On the streets with crowds, the smell of Asanmora has long dissipated with the wind and can no longer be found.

Qin Mo's eyes sterned and he said in a deep voice: "There is only one move."

Spiritual searching!

One of the ten ancient spiritual techniques!

During the fight with Asanmola, Qin Mo's spiritual aura once scattered on him.

Spiritual energy is not like smell, it is the most energetic virtual body in this world.

Under the action of the spiritual search technique, Qin Mo can directly locate Mora's position with this faint remnant of spiritual energy.

Because this is the spiritual energy in his body and he has the original sensitivity.

However, this spiritual search technique consumes a lot of spiritual energy and is a great harm to mental power.

If it were normal times, Qin Mo would definitely not have spent so much effort on such a thief.

But after Du Yutong heard about what Mora did.

Qin Mo had only one thought in his mind now.

"Finish Mora, kill him and avenge the children!"

Qin Mo's eyes were slightly congested, and cruel images of those young children being forcibly stuffed into the wine filled with wine flashed in his mind. The momentum in his body instantly reached its peak.

"Swoosh!"

Like a sharp arrow shot out, Qin Mo's figure instantly disappeared at the end of the long street.

...

Deep in the outskirts of Jiangcheng City, there is a dark and damp basement.

Mora covered her crotch and limped in.

"My dear little Mora, what's wrong with you? You're so happy in the entertainment club that you've ruined your life?"

After Mora entered the basement, a young man with yellow skin as yellow as the soil in the suburbs walked to Mora with a smile and looked at him with a mocking look on his face.

Of course he knew that Mora hadn't gone to the club to hurt her crotch, but it was already common for them to laugh at each other.

"Damn it, let's say a few words, I almost fell into trouble today!"

Mora remembered Qin Mo's cold and terrifying eyes, and felt scared. She sat on an abandoned container and fixed the broken arm with a board.

"I went out today and was targeted by a policeman. His figure and appearance were better than all the women you've ever seen in your life."

Mora recalled Du Yutong's figure and showed an obscene smile on her face.

In an instant, it seemed that the pain had also been relieved a little.

But then, his face showed an angry look and cursed in a low voice: "Just when I was about to succeed, a boy with no eyes came out of nowhere. If I hadn't reacted quickly, I would have almost died at his hands."

Depressed, Mora bandaged the wound and walked towards the inner house in the basement.

The door was opened, and more than a dozen little girls in ragged clothes, knotted hair, and terrified faces squeezed into a ball.

Seeing Mora's not tall figure, these little girls seemed to have seen the devil returning from hell, and they all stuck to the corner of the wall, and didn't dare to say anything.

"Damn, you come and serve me today!"

Mora glanced around, grabbed the hair of a little girl next to her, dragged her outside, and pulled her clothes apart in a few seconds.

Amid the little girl's scream, Mora pounced on her with a grim smile.

However, at this moment, another sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded!

In the same picture, a cigarette butt popped out like a bullet and hit Mora's eye socket directly.

"ah!"

Mora screamed, instantly attracting A San’s companion sitting outside in the basement playing cards.

"Someone broke in and searched the guy!"

"Damn it, can you still play cards with peace of mind and kill the invaders!"

In an instant, Qin Mo, who walked out of the darkness, was surrounded by A San.

Seeing Qin Mo's cold face, Mora was furious in an instant and pointed at Qin Mo and said, "Damn Chinese, it's you again, it's really a ghost!"

Qin Mo's eyebrows were lowered and he slowly glanced around, watching the little girls who were lying on the ground, not even crying, and their clothes had been torn apart.

Qin Mo was angry!

"Bad, today is your death."

Qin Mo said word by word, with a serious expression that he had never seen before.

"Haha, want to meddle in other people's business?"

Mora waved her hand and roared, "Then save your life and give it to me!"

A San, who was surrounded by Qin Mo, roared towards Qin Mo.

They were doing serious crimes, so they were merciless. If Qin Mo was let go alive, they would die.

Asan was ruthless, but Qin Mo was even more ruthless!

The way of fighting with injuries is absolutely head-on.

This time, Qin Mo completely abandoned his physical strength and rushed into A San's crowd, starting a killing act!

He could not bear these little girls suffering for even a second.

His eyes were congested, and Qin Mo punched A San's eye socket in front of him, directly exploding his eyeballs, and his eyeballs were mixed with unknown liquid and exploded instantly.

With one move, Qin Mo snatched the long sword from his hand and swung it flat!

"Click!"

After the blade slashed the bone, the castration was not reduced at all, and the half-pull arm of the San was directly removed.

Blood rushes out, and the San falls to the ground and dies in an instant.

But at the same time, Qin Mo was also cut off on the back, and blood slowly oozed out!

"kill!"

Qin Mo's sword technique was like the wind, and he cut down with one knife.

Every time the knife falls, blood will shoot out.

The thighs, arms, and skull kept flying around Qin Mo.

Qin Mo's white sportswear has been dyed red and blood continues to drip.

His face was covered with blood, but he didn't even do the wiping action.

At this moment, Qin Mo completely burst out with murderous intent in his heart!

"Click!"

With a crisp sound, Qin Mo stabbed A San's heart with a knife. While flipping his wrist, he picked his heart out, and his five fingers formed claws and directly broke A San's neck.

"Bang!"

The head that flew high fell to the ground, and blood sputtered on the ceiling more than three meters high like a fountain.

Corpse are everywhere and blood flows into a river.

Qin Mo, standing in it, is like the god of war since eternal history, unstoppable!

Moving forward step by step, leaving bloody footprints.

Qin Mo's eyes were like thousands of years of ice, staring at the only remaining Mora, and slowly lifted up the long sword in his hand.

Immediately, Qin Mo smiled silently.

It turned out that the knife in his hand had already been curled with his hard slash.

"Tell me, how do you want to die?"

Qin Mo threw down the long sword and said coldly.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!