After saying that, he smashed the concrete road with his foot, flew over a hundred meters away, rushed towards the white cowboy who was holding a bullhorn and kicked him hard in the lower back.

Kakaka!

Blood and water flew out, and bones and flesh burst into pieces.

“Ahhhh!

"

The painful screams suddenly pierced the dark night.

Several white men who were closer hurriedly raised their guns, but before they could fire, several black whip cords rushed past and whipped them to the ground.

Amidst the continuous explosions, several people's heads were violently whipped with black whips.

"Ah! You, you! Devil! Devil!

"

The white cowboy, whose pelvic bone was shattered into pieces, with only half of his body left, spurted blood and looked forward in disbelief.

Mu Xiaocang, who was an ordinary girl, walked slowly out of the night.

Looking at the other person's rapidly trembling penis, the girl chuckled: "Are you confused? Are you desperate? Then take them with you and go to hell together."

After saying that, he grabbed the other person's head and suddenly threw it towards a stunned white man in the distance.

Kakaka!

The unlucky man was immediately smashed until his bones exploded, blood splashed everywhere, and the broken upper body was mixed into a mass of flesh and blood.

In front of Mu Xiaocang, who was now demonized, ordinary humans were as fragile as a piece of paper and would collapse at the touch of a finger.

Rest, rest, rest~

More than a dozen bullets hit Mu Xiaocang accurately from all directions, but they could not even penetrate her skin.

"Roar!

"

She suddenly turned around to express her filial piety, and with a wave of her right arm, she threw out a whip rope covered with sharp barbs, cutting off the waists of the shooting cowboys from a distance.

Bones and flesh were flying everywhere, and blood was splashing everywhere.

"Oh, God!"

The bearded man further away was completely frightened by the bloody scene in front of him.

He hurriedly climbed into the car, shivering, started the ignition and prepared to leave, but found that the car was motionless.

The bearded man looked back hurriedly, and was immediately frightened to death.

From behind, I saw the female demon grabbing the rear of the truck with one hand, tilting her head and looking through the window, and said in a sinister and sharp voice:

"What, you want to leave right after the party started?"

The bearded man in the car turned pale with fear and shook his head wildly: "No, no, no, I was wrong! I will never dare to do it again! Please spare my life!"

boom!

Randomly crush the rear bumper of the car.

"Spare your life?"

Mu Xiaocang looked down at him, "We ask ourselves, if it were you...would you forgive me?!"

"Ah?" The bearded man was stunned.

"Roar!

"

Mu Xiaocang roared violently, and the violent sound waves swept away, shattering the bearded man's eardrums. He screamed and fell out of the truck, rolling on the ground.

boom!

After crushing the guy's head with one foot, Mu Xiaocang touched the ground with his sole and suddenly swept dozens of meters, lifting up a fat white man who had dropped his shotgun and was about to run away.

It was the guy she held a shotgun to his head during the day.

"No, no, don't spare your life!"

Appreciating the fear on the other person's face, Mu Xiaocang chuckled:

"How is it? How does it feel to be hunted?"

The fat white man shook his head wildly and begged, "I don't dare anymore. I won't dare anymore. Please spare me!"

"I asked you what it feels like to be hunted, and you told me whether you had any of this?"

Mu Xiaocang raised his paw and flicked his finger towards the opponent's forehead.

boom!

The fat man's expression froze, his forehead was deeply sunken, and blood gushed from his orifices and brain.

"Oh, God!"

"Lord, please come and drive out this devil!"

"God, help me!"

Throwing the body aside casually, listening to the howls of the cowboys running away in terror around him, Mu Xiaocang's eyes burst into cold light: "God? Haha!"

Looking around at the white trash running away in panic, she smiled coldly: "Where is your God at this moment? Call him out!"

After that, he jumped up and fiercely pounced on the cowboys who were screaming in fear and running away wildly.

"Ah!"

"Someone come and save me!"

"Spare me, spare me!

Screams, howls, and moans tore through the long night.

For a moment, blood shadows danced under the desolate night, and black light swayed chaotically.

This group of white trash who hunted and killed an unknown number of people died silently in a lonely corner of this wilderness.

…

San Francisco, also known as San Francisco, is a famous port city on the west coast of Lighthouse Country.

In the early morning, after several hours of driving, Mu Xiaocang drove his SUV across the Golden Gate Bridge and finally entered San Francisco.

At this time, she had changed into a red jacket and slim pencil pants.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! As for the original set of clothes, they were torn into rags when they were transformed, and they were casually thrown into the desert.

During the leisurely drive, Mu Xiaocang glanced at the six-pointed star on the back of his hand that had returned to its original shape, and then asked carefully in his heart:

"Mr. Devil, are you...still there?"

Quiet, no voice responded.

"Well……"

The girl hesitated and asked again in her heart, "Mr. Devil, can I still be used in that state...that I was in before?"

"Can."

The faint voice resounded in the depths of Mu Xiaocang's soul, "The remnant flames of anger already remain in your heart. As long as you want to use it, you can naturally break through the boundary between mind and body and appear in the material world.

But to use the Remnant Flame, you must absorb the malice from the outside world. This malice is both the 'material' for your growth and the 'oil' for your ability to operate."

"Hmm..." Mu Xiaocang didn't fully understand what he meant, but he roughly understood that he should be able to use that power anytime and anywhere.

To be honest, she was still a little stunned when she recalled the killing.

So, is it really you?

How could it be... so cruel?

What’s even more strange is that even though he killed and dismembered so many people in such a violent way, why didn’t he feel any nausea or fear at all?

"Am I born with an antisocial personality?" Mu Xiaocang couldn't help but wonder.

However, when she carefully recalled the exhilarating feeling of extreme killing, she was intoxicated.

It's as if all restraints have been thrown away, incomparable freedom, and incomparable wantonness.

In the depths of Mu Xiaocang's soul, Mu Cang's power projection also stopped detecting the root spiritual fluctuations of this person who was suspected to be his own body in different time and space.

The test results are:
Chapter completed!