Zuo Guanglie gritted his teeth, turned to Fang Che and said in a low and painful voice: "Mr. Fang, we are done. You really shouldn't have come to save us! You have always been calm, how could you make such a mistake!"

Fang Che took a deep breath and wanted to say something, but couldn't.

I just felt an overwhelming pain in my heart.

A heart trembled violently.

Yin Shen Palace said coldly: "A dozen or so ants also want to make me, the leader of the church, set a path? Ridiculous!"

Zuo Guanglie yelled: "Old devil, you are full of evil, and you will die sooner or later without a burial place!"

"Full of evil? Death without a burial place? Hahaha..."

Yinshen Palace put his hands behind his hands and said calmly: "Ye Mo, someone is scolding your master, what do you say?"

…

"Night Stalker?! Where is it?"

Zuo Guanglie was shocked and immediately turned around and looked around. The other nine people had the same reaction.

The name Night Demon has long been known to everyone, but I am the number one among the younger generation in Zhengtong, and he is the powerful enemy of the future guardians! Could it be that Night Demon is also here?

Everyone looked around, but they didn't look at Fang Che.

Obviously in their hearts, Fang Che could not be the Night Demon no matter what.

Fang Che pursed his lips and stood stiffly, his eyes dead.

Yinshen Palace revealed his identity in front of Zuo Guanglie and others.

This made the last trace of luck in Fang Che's heart completely disappear.

The moment the Yinshen Palace called out the word "night devil", Zuo Guanglie and the others were destined to have no hope of survival today.

Fang Che only felt that his internal organs were in severe pain, as if they were burning.

The pain was as if someone had penetrated into my stomach and used a knife to cut my internal organs inch by inch.

Yinshen Palace looked at Fang Che with cold eyes, and said gloomily: "Night Demon, I'm calling you!"

Fang Che finally moved his steps, took a step forward, lowered his head and bowed: "Master."

…

"Master?"

This call of "master" made Zuo Guanglie's ten people shocked.

Ten people took three steps back in shock at the same time, looking at Fang Che in disbelief.

Their Mr. Fang!

"Night Stalker?!"

Zuo Guanglie stared hard, and there was blood flowing out of the corners of his eyes. He looked at Fang Che, his eyes full of absurd disbelief: "Mr. Fang? Night Demon? You... you are the Night Demon

?!"

Fang Che took a deep breath, feeling the fishy smell of blood in his mouth, stood up straight, turned his head, and looked into Zuo Guanglie's eyes, which were filled with deathly silence.

He said firmly: "Brother Zuo, I am the Night Demon."

Zuo Guanglie looked at him in disbelief for a long, long time.

His eyes slowly changed from disbelief to disappointment, hysterical madness and anger.

He pointed at Fang Che's nose and said: "Are you a night devil? Are you a night devil?! Hahahaha... You are actually a night devil! You are actually a night devil!"

His voice was painful and desperate, full of disappointment and anger.

Even frustrated.

"Night Demon? You Night Demon transformed into Fang Che, came to my guarding hall, and actually became our boss?"

Zuo Guanglie laughed wildly: "Hahahaha... It's really ridiculous, it's really... ironic. The young man I, Zuo Guanglie, admire the most for so many years is you, but you are actually a night demon!?"

He smiled crazily and said heartbrokenly: "You know, I, Zuo Guanglie, have never been desperate in my life, and I have never lost confidence in all these years, but today, I am desperate."

"You are actually a Night Demon! You, Mr. Fang, are actually a Night Demon? Then what's the point of guarding the hall? You still catch Demon Cult monsters every day? Hahaha... I laughed to death... Ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous!"

"If there is a next life, if I could still think of this incident, I would probably laugh to death immediately. My immediate superior who guards the main hall, the person I admire the most, is actually the super devil Night Demon taught by Yi Xin!"

Zuo Guanglie smiled sadly, tears and blood flowed from his laughter.

Fang Che whispered: "Brother Zuo, brothers, I'm sorry, I... am indeed a night demon."

"shut up!"

Zuo Guanglie shouted loudly, his eyes filled with anger, and that blazing anger seemed to burn this dirty world to ashes.

"What qualifications do you have to call us brothers!? You are the executioner who kills a thousand people! You are a crazy and conscienceless devil! What qualifications do you have to say sorry to me?!"

Fang Che took a deep breath and said calmly: "Zuo Guanglie, you have seen the situation clearly now. Do you think you and your brothers can make it out alive?"

Zuo Guanglie laughed loudly: "What's the joy of life? What's the fear of death?! Night Demon, do you want to see us kneel down and beg for mercy?"

He said sternly: "In my whole life, I, Zuo Guanglie, have never bowed down to anyone except kneeling to heaven and kneeling to my parents! Night Demon, who do you think you are?"

The nine deacons laughed together, bold and unrestrained, and said: "Boss Zuo is right, who do you think you are!"

Ten people laughed wildly together, excitedly.

Fang Che said in a low voice: "Zuo Guanglie, what unfinished business do you and your brothers have? Since we have worked together before, you said, I will do it for you. Or if you want to leave anything else, I

I will also bring it to you."

Zuo Guanglie laughed wildly and said: "Our unfinished business? Hahahaha... Our unfinished business is to completely eradicate the Solipsism! You will do it for us? Hahahaha..."

Fang Che looked at Zuo Guanglie intently, but he said nothing.

But in his eyes, there was a flash of awe-inspiring blood.

Zuo Guanglie laughed wildly, staring at Fang Che with his blood-red eyes, full of utter hatred, and said in a voice from between his teeth: "You actually want to do the unfinished business for us? Haha... Who do you think you are?!

Zuo died today, so of course there are countless colleagues who will take care of the unfinished business for us! Why do we need you Night Demon? Hahaha... If it passed through your hands, wouldn't I be ashamed even if I die?

!”

Ten people cursed together.

Drops of saliva splashed onto Fang Che's face.

It seemed to have turned into a sharp needle and pierced into his heart.

His heart was trembling, but his face couldn't show it.

His biggest hope now is to find an opportunity to talk to Zuo Guanglie and others alone. To reveal his identity to them, so that Lao Zuo can go with more peace of mind.

Even walking makes them feel more glorious.

He believed that Lao Zuo could understand, could hold on, and would never betray himself.

However, Yinshen Palace and others were by his side, and he didn't even have a chance to say a word.

Not even a chance to look at her.

His heart slowly sank.

Sunk to the bottom.

…

On one side, Yin Shen Palace said calmly: "Night Demon, kill them!"

He said calmly: "Master is here this time to watch you kill them with your own eyes!"

Fang Che turned his head numbly and looked at the Yin Shen Palace. His lips were dry and he said, "Master..."

His face was bleak.

Mulinyuan and the other three all turned their heads, unable to bear to look at his face.

Yinshen Palace looked at his apprentice's blank eyes, sighed softly, and said: "Ye Mo, I will teach you a lesson today, you can't have feelings when you are an undercover agent!"

Fang Che's eyes lost their light and he lowered his head.

One hand pressed on the hilt of the sword.

Zuo Guanglie laughed wildly and said: "Night Demon, don't be hypocritical, come on, you have killed so many people, and you still care about ten of our brothers? Don't say you have any feelings for us, you are not worthy! I will feel it even if I die.

nausea!"

"Come on, if I can die under such an unprecedented undercover sword, my death will be considered worthwhile."

"Hahaha... We are waiting for you underground! Night Demon! You have to come down early and remember clearly who killed you and who helped us out!"

Yinshen Palace watched coldly from the side.

Put your hands behind your back.

It's like watching a play.

Fang Che's wrist trembled and he slowly pressed the hilt of the sword.
To be continued...