Su Mingan frowned.

...This Lin Guang is a pope-like existence? This world clearly looks very science fiction, but actually believes in gods?

Science fiction and magic are mixed together. What kind of messy world is this?

"What is the god you are talking about?" Su Mingan said.

"No, I can't say it." Melan showed despair: "If you say it, you will die, you will die!"

"I'll let you tell me." Su Mingan's fingers moved downwards, approaching Mailun's thick neck. The black light that had melted the surface of the skin.

Myron's eyes, which originally seemed sticky and obscene, showed extreme fear. He was struggling inside, and deep fear was suppressing his lips. He opened his mouth, and he couldn't spit out a word.

"Ka da." Su Mingan stepped forward with his left hand and crushed Mailun's left metacarpal bone.

Mingxian is very strong and can play "pinching" on human bones. It is as light as crushing crisp noodles, which is a bit addictive to pinch them.

"Uhhhhh--" A pig-killing scream rang out, and tears flowed out from Macron's eyes. Seeing that Su Mingan's hand was still about to move, he said in despair:

"Gods are the gods who rule over our world! Although they never show up, they can indirectly rule our world by cultivating the 'producers' among humans. We must listen to the whispers that ring in our ears. Anyone who disobeys the oracle will be executed-"

Millen's words came to an abrupt end.

Mellon's strong body suddenly fell to the right, and there was a strong sense of despair and fear in his raised eyes.

A silver-white bullet with butterflies and lily engraved on the road, fell on the car with a "ding bell" until it landed, and blood flowed out of Melan's temple.

This shot was too fast, and even Su Mingan could not sense that someone was aiming.

Su Mingan looked left and saw a man holding a gun.

Through the broken car glass, Su Mingan saw the man. The man's face was expressionless and bloodless, like a dead person crawling out of the cemetery. His pale, radiant magenta, like bright blood in the snow.

Su Mingan could not recognize the gender of this gray-haired man, and the facial lines of this man were extremely soft.

This person looks very similar to the man No. 6 who was meeting at night, but his facial features are a little more tender and soft.

The white-haired man moved his muzzle and pointed it at Su Mingan. In his eyes that were so quiet that it was like a transparent mirror that could reflect anything.

"Are you Lin Guang?" Su Mingan said.

He realized that this was the man Mellon was extremely afraid of—the most powerful person in the world who could control all life and death.

...The strength of this Lin Guang is extremely terrifying. If Lin Guang had targeted him before, he might not be able to dodge him.

He won't... he started to collide with the boss in the camp again, right?

Lin Guang didn't speak, but just tilted his head slightly, as if observing him - observing Su Mingan's traits of black hair and gray eyes.

Su Mingan noticed that in this villa, some people stood foolishly, as if they had lost their souls, some were sitting on the swing, lowering their heads and motionless, while others were locked in a golden iron cage, with their eyes blank, like a bird in captivity.

They have one thing in common - they are all black hair and gray eyes.

They looked stupid, like exquisite dolls in gorgeous clothes.
Chapter completed!