When the weirdness comes to the world, death is the end

Chapter 232

He was looking for the two knives that Xiao Wu had given him, with his name engraved on them.

But, he didn't find anything.

He forgot.

He gave one to Su Yuan and the other to Lin Yuan and the others for self-defense.

Regret?

Maybe a little, but this should be the duty of the strong... Xia Wu smiled.

He only planned to give himself two minutes out of four minutes, because the bone spur was sucking his blood all the time. Every minute of delay would make his momentum weaker.

What can he do in two minutes?

Reminisce the past, wipe tears with sentimentality, and leave a last word?

No, no, no.

It's too embarrassing.

Being beaten to death by a strong enemy, earning the audience's tears, in exchange for the protagonist's growth... It's too low.

That's a useless supporting role that only exists in the second-year hot-blooded boy comics.

The exit of the strong does not need to be sentimental or desolate, as long as it is exciting and handsome enough!

Blood gushed out of his wound like crazy, and after dripping onto the ground, it instantly evaporated, turning into a few wisps of white smoke, slowly floating up into the sky.

The black coffin trembled violently, and the people inside were trying their best to break free.

Xia Wu half-knelt in silence in the blood rain, he looked up at the sky, where dark clouds gradually began to gather.

He was thinking about a question.

What is a meaningful death?

Is my death meaningful?

"If I die now, and Yongye's group breaks free, then no one can stop me."

"They will focus all their attention on Su Yuan."

"By then, he will have to face two ghosts, a medium who is about to transform into a ghost, and a group of high-level heavenly favored people who are no weaker than the evil ghosts."

No matter how strong Su Yuan's current state is, his duration will not be too long.

Evil ghosts have no intelligence and will fight to the death.

But people are different, they will run, hide, and delay time, and can wait until everything is over before coming in to harvest the battlefield.

By then, Su Yuan might die.

"If he dies, there will be no hope. And if both of us die, no one in the school can kill the psychic."

"Everyone else is wasting their time in Jiangcheng, so the old man is forced to take action. The main force of Yongye may take advantage of the situation and move in... The world is in crisis." Xia Wu's eyes gradually brightened: "Then I may have saved the world once?"

Saving the world...

It makes people excited just by listening to it. This is the ultimate dream of every middle school boy!

It doesn't matter even if no one knows.

After determining the meaning of death, there is only one minute left, and he has one more thing to do.

He took out his mobile phone and wiped the blood on the screen with his relatively clean cuffs. Then, he called Su Yuan.

..........

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The huge arms were chopped off one after another, making a dull sound and splashing a large amount of dust.

Of the densely packed arms behind the Thousand-armed Guanyin statue, less than half are now left.

Its attack method has also changed. It no longer stretches its arms from the ground, but urges the physical arms behind it to protect it.

Because at this moment, a human is fighting it face to face.

Su Yuan raised his head slightly, and his golden-red eyes, which were devoid of any emotion, looked at the Guanyin statue.

He stared at the compassionate face of the statue and said indifferently, "What's wrong? I remember you were very powerful, right?

His thoughts went back to that night, back to that sacrificial game, and recalled the unyielding struggle of the weak human against the evil spirit.

The statue trembled violently, and it raised a huge arm to attack Su Yuan. The strong palm wind made his long hair fly wildly.

He raised his hand and slashed lightly.

The giant sickle drew a perfect arc, and the arm broke from it. The broken part was as smooth as a mirror, and then it banged. Falling to the ground.

More arms attacked him, and Su Yuan's figure instantly became blurred, like a ghost, moving freely between countless arms.

Every time a red arc flashed, it could cut off an arm of the Guanyin Buddha statue.

The evil ghost had no fatal injuries. If you want to kill it, you must use a crushing spiritual attack to kill it instantly, otherwise you need to cut off the spiritual power on it again and again like this.

As his figure flashed, his sister suddenly appeared beside him, and she whispered: "Brother, the phone is ringing."

"Phone?" Su Yuan, who was in the battle, frowned slightly, "Are you asking me to answer it now?"

Besides, who would choose to call me at this time?

The sister looked up at the sky. Not far away, a large piece of black clouds gathered, and thunder rolled in the clouds: "I thinkYou'd better answer it."

Answer it?

Su Yuan was stunned for a moment. He also noticed the strange phenomenon in the world at this time, and an inexplicable feeling of uneasiness rose in his heart.

He held the giant sickle tightly with one hand to fight Guanyin, and took out the mobile phone from his pocket with the other hand.

It was Xia Wu calling.

"Hello."

"Brother...how is the situation on your side?" Xia Wu's intermittent voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Fortunately, I can kill this ghost soon...you, what's wrong with you?" Su Yuan heard that he seemed to be in a state that was not right.

"Ahem...it's okay, a little tired."

"Tired? What's going on, did you make this noise? Who are you fighting with?"

While talking, Su Yuan cut off another arm of the Guanyin statue.

"Yeah, it's amazing...just a little bit..." Xia Wu smiled slightly.

"Well, better than me. "Su Yuan did not ask any more questions. The red light in his eyes became brighter, and he increased the speed of his slashing.

"I have...something to ask you."

"I'll help you right away, very quickly."

"Indeed, I want you to come over...There are...three ghosts in the senior high school building, one of which is about to revive, you need to help retrieve it..."

"You..."

Without waiting for Su Yuan to speak, he hung up the phone.

There was no time left. Those people were stronger than expected, and they were about to break free from the black coffin.

"You're going to break your promise. "Xia Wu supported himself and stood up little by little.

His body was covered with wounds, and his pure white Taoist robe was stained with large patches of blood, which was shocking.

The blood was flowing out faster and faster, and his body was losing weight at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the sky, the dark clouds were as thick as ink, piling up layer by layer, as if they were going to swallow up the whole world.

The faint thunder rolled in the depths of the clouds, like a roaring thunder dragon, reflecting Xia Wu's bloody face.

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ps: It's almost over, and it will be over in ten minutes.