Twisted Realm

Meng Xuan's face instantly changed color, he directly turned on the blood source ability and broke out of the window, pulling the edge of the window and hanging it outside the window.

Bang!

Whoosh whoosh!

There was a muffled sound in the room, followed by a terrifying sound of breaking the air.

There seemed to be sharp fragments flying quickly over his head, bringing a gust of cold wind.

When the movement in the room completely subsided, Meng Xuan stretched out his head and looked into the room.

The steel knife in the center of the ceremony had long since disappeared, and the surrounding walls were filled with dense silver metal fragments that penetrated at least three centimeters into the wall.

Will this thing explode? Isn't it low risk? !

Meng Xuan's face twitched a little. If he relaxed his vigilance a little and didn't avoid the explosion, with his current physical strength, he might have been blown into a sieve.

He turned off the blood source ability, returned to the room and sat down again. While recovering his mental power, he pondered what went wrong with the ritual just now.

Is the extraction of the material not enough? Elements and spirituality are not mixed thoroughly enough? Or was the operation too impatient when it finally merged with the blade?

Meng Xuan touched his chin and fell into a deep thought.

Angel Villa, on the third floor, in the original room of Isiah.

The tall Kunnan stood on the balcony with his hands on his back, overlooking the night view of the entire North District from the top of the roof.

However, unlike Aisia's complicated state of mind, the reason why Kunnan stood here was just because he was bored and wanted to come out and have a blast.

The North District is not in his eyes.

Tricolor meeting? Ghost Axe League?

In his eyes, these forces are all country bumpkins and pose no threat to him.

If Shahe City was not related to the next step of Haitian Club's expansion strategy, and Aisia was killed, he would not be standing here.

Every minute he spent here, he felt that he was wasting his time.

However, soon, just the many gunmen under his command and the two top professional-level shots, the major gangs in the North District have been unable to stop him.

Now they have only two choices, surrender and perish.

dong dong dong! dong dong dong!

There was a knock on the luxurious door.

"Come in."

Standing on the balcony, Kunnan said lightly.

The tall and thin man in a suit walked in quickly, a hint of shock on his lazy face.

"What's up?"

Kunnan turned around and quietly stared at the tall and thin man in a suit.

"At the police station, after a carpet search, there is new news about Aisia's death."

The tall and thin man said in a deep voice.

"Oh?"

Kunnan's eyes moved slightly.

The tall and thin man took out a color-printed photo.

The pixels of the photo are very blurry, and occupying the center of the photo is a young couple. The faces of the two are close together, and the smiles on their faces are very bright. It seems that they are taking a selfie with Tiantai Mountain as the background.

In the corner of the picture, a figure who was accidentally taken into the picture was circled with a red pen.

This figure was riding a small electric donkey, wearing old casual clothes, carrying a large bag behind his back, wearing a peaked cap on his head, and looking sideways in the direction of the Angel Villa.

Indistinctly, he could recognize the profile face, which looked a bit like Meng Xuan.

"This person is very strong, and he once had a grudge with Aisia. He appeared around the Angel's Villa during the time of the incident, and he was very suspicious.

However, there is only this photo at the moment, and the suspicion of this person cannot be fully determined. Therefore, the police station is using this person's photo to visit clothing stores and equipment stores in the city and investigate his whereabouts that night. It may take some time to determine whether Aisia was killed by this person. "

The tall and thin man said in a deep voice.

Actually, he didn't quite believe it. A high school student, no matter how talented, could he be a top fighter? Maybe it just happened to be passing by?

But if it is really this person, at a young age, he has the strength of a peak fighter, and he actually used a trick of suspicion, first showing the enemy to be weak, and then secretly attacking, concealing the sky and crossing the sea, even the shrewd Aisia was deceived In the past, this kind of temperament and ruthless means really made him feel a little chilled.

Kunnan suddenly laughed, holding the photo in one hand and Meng Xuan's information in the other.

"Wait for the police station to investigate? When?"

Kunnan threw the information in his hand back to the tall and thin man.

"Then I'll let our people go? Give him a try?"

The tall and thin man said in a low voice. Although his own boss has the ability to distinguish whether the other party is the one who killed his sacrifice, he dare not ask the boss to go there in person, which is his greatest dereliction of duty.

"If the other party is really a top fighter, you are likely to suffer heavy casualties."

"There's no need to be so troublesome."

"Isn't he a member of the tri-color society? Didn't the three-color society want to negotiate with me recently, keep their business, and belong to my command? You tell them that bringing this person to me is one of them and must be The conditions for completion, if I can't see people before dawn tomorrow, I can't even do this, and there is no need for the three-color club to exist."

Kunnan said lightly.

If he comes, the subtle feeling between him and the ritual sacrifice will tell him whether it is true or false. If he doesn't come, or even resists, then there must be a ghost in his heart, and he will go there in person.

Two hours later, Meng Xuan finished dealing with the traces of the ceremony in the unfinished building, and walked out of the gate of the unfinished building with a gloomy face.

Three chances, but all failed...

More than 300,000 yuan, UU reading www.uukanshu.com all wasted...

Meng Xuan did not expect that the failure rate mentioned in the description of the secondary metal refining ceremony would be so pitiful.

Either it exploded, or it shattered into powder, or it was simply rolled into a ball of iron.

In short, there was no success.

Now I only have more than 100,000 left in my trouser pocket, it seems that I can only borrow a little more...

Meng Xuan's face was so gloomy that he seemed to be dripping water, and he felt as if he had underestimated the difficulty of such a high-tech ritual.

Dududu! Dudu Dudu!

Just when his heart was full of unhappiness, his cell phone vibrated.

He took out his mobile phone and saw that it was actually Xia Kerou calling him.

He couldn't help frowning. Lin Ya's information showed that the current situation of the Tri-color Society was not good. I'm afraid it won't be able to hold a black market auction in the short term. It's definitely not a task to call him at this time.

He picked it up.

"Hello? What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

Meng Xuan asked in a deep voice.

"Coach Meng! Can I come to the Black-tailed Budokan? There are urgent matters to discuss with you, which are related to our safety, please! We are waiting for you at the Budokan!"

There was Xia Kerou's slightly frightened and panting voice from the other end of the phone. There was a serious noise on the phone, and there were even shouts of killing from a distance.

"What's your situation? Hello? Hello?!"

Meng Xuan was just about to ask what happened to Xia Kerou, but the phone rang first, followed by a blind tone.

Meng Xuan called back again, but no one answered.

His brows furrowed deeply, and a strange feeling flooded into his heart.