Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

Chapter 149 Disorder (Nineteen)
Not only the priest, but also the countess was petrified for a while.

I thought this guy didn't want to kill himself by mistake, but I didn't expect that he had already thought about killing himself together!
He even took advantage of this to set up a trap, successfully making the priest relax his vigilance and swaggeringly hide behind himself as a hostage.

Then the shot is an indiscriminate attack.

simply……

Although she was determined to die just now, the Countess always felt uncomfortable.

"What's wrong? You won't regret it, will you?"

Pay before looking at her.

"Just now you told me not to care about you, just go ahead, I didn't touch you and you were very upset."

……

The Countess was speechless, and the entire room fell into a brief silence.

Hahaha!
In the end, it was the priest who broke the silence and spoke with a wry smile.

"Good trick! I guess I was mistaken...I didn't expect you to be so crazy!"

You are lying on the ground, don't you feel a little ashamed to comment like this?

Fu Qian gave the priest a contemptuous look.

This person's condition is even worse than that of the Countess. The entire right half of his body was wiped out in the explosion just now.

Speaking of which, his breath seems to be particularly effective against human pus.

Whether it's this one, or the Fat Toutuo over there in the old city, they immediately went into an unstable state after being hit, until they exploded.

"Speaking of which, I have a question."

Fu Qian suddenly remembered something and pointed to the ground.

"You just said that you are far from the only one in the town who has this kind of thing, how do you know?"

"Is it possible that you still have a club?"

Ha... cough cough!
Hearing Fu Qian's question, the priest only laughed halfway and started coughing wildly, looking like he might die at any moment.

"How come, we... definitely don't know each other... but I... I just know..."

His voice was too weak to be heard, and Fu Qian had no choice but to move closer to him.

"It's a subtle connection. The mutation on your body can make you feel the same kind...but it's all tacit..."

"And I... have found... in too many people..."

The next moment, a strong wind rose.

The dying priest showed terrifying speed, his remnant body jumped up, his still intact left hand bent into a claw, and grabbed Fu Qian's throat.

This sudden sneak attack was really unexpected.

It was completely unexpected that the priest was still fighting like this. The countess was listening attentively, but she couldn't help but let out a scream when she saw this scene.

Seeing that the priest's fatal blow was about to hit, a fist rapidly expanded in his field of vision.

Amidst the dull sound of hitting the flesh, the priest's jumping body flew back directly, and was heavily stuck to the ground.

"How...how could you..."

Spit out a mouthful of blood, the priest looked at Fu Qian in disbelief, his face was almost crushed by the punch just now.

"What do you think?"

Fu Qian gave him a contemptuous look.

"Brother, you were still a liquid when I was in the corner of the wall, and you still imitated my words. Have you paid the patent fee?"

"You know...then why didn't you just kill me?"

"If you are directly killed, how can you answer the question?"

Fuqian showed a gentle smile.

"I believe that in order to win my trust, the credibility of what you just said is relatively high."

……

The priest spat out another mouthful of blood, and with a sigh of despair, the look in his eyes completely disappeared.

This……

The baroness, who witnessed this scene, saw Fu Qian turn around, feeling an inexplicable chill in her heart.

Knowing that the priest was lying to him, he intentionally asked questions for him to answer, and then when the other party thought that there was a chance for a sneak attack, he found that he had been counted in and was directly slapped to death.

In a sense, this person's performance is full of evil, so it's not to blame for the priest's reluctance to die.

"How does it feel?"

Fu Qian walked up to the Countess and looked down at her.

Most of this person's body is as dry as a branch, and only the neck is normal.

"It's not very good... my body is aging rapidly, and my strength is disappearing. I tried my best, but I could barely stay awake."

The countess subconsciously avoided Fu Qian's gaze, shook her head and answered.

"But I won't be afraid of dying, but if what he said is true..."

"It's too scary... People can't see hope..."

"What about you?"

I?
Facing the question of the Countess, Fu Qian also nodded.

"I feel horrible too."

How many targets must be killed to complete the task now!
"I really can't tell."

The baroness looked at Fu Qian and finally shook her head helplessly.

"Actually, I have to apologize to you. It was a particularly risky plan to let you go back to prison. To be honest, I didn't expect you to come back."

I've known this for a long time, and it's just for mutual use. If I don't want to go, do you think you can force me?

Fu Qian thought.

"It's okay, aren't you going to die now?"

……

The Countess looked at Fu Qian.

"That breath of yours seems to be quite restrained from this pollution. I know it's hard, but can you please try to save this place?"

"You want me to kill all the infected people? Not to mention whether it can be done, if what the priest said is true, then the number of people may be quite astonishing."

"...If it is necessary, there is no other way."

"learn."

Fu Qian nodded and suddenly bent down.

The countess was startled immediately, almost subconsciously wanting to dodge.

However, after using some strength, he realized that he was already a useless person, so he had no choice but to give up resistance.

The next moment, Fu Qian's hand was on her broken leg, which was so decayed that the bones were exposed.

Click!

In the horrified eyes of the countess, Fu Qian directly tore the broken leg from the knee.

"What do you want—"

The countess only spoke half of the words, and was surprised to find something pulled out of the broken leg.

The black snake, as thin as a little finger, struggled desperately in Fu Qian's hand.

"It's really an acting school. On the surface, all thoughts are lost, but in fact, there are backhands."

Fu Qian held the snake with both hands and looked at the priest's body.

This thing undoubtedly took the opportunity to hide in the baroness's body just now. Although it is not known whether the priest can be resurrected by it, it is obviously a hidden danger.

"This……"

Although the body no longer felt, the countess still had a fit of nausea.

"Let me call someone for you. You can spend your old age here peacefully. I still have something to do."

At this time, Fu Qian's voice came from next to his ear, and when he looked up, the latter had already walked out of the door.

Ready to start killing?
The countess hesitated to speak, but finally said nothing, closed her eyes and shook her head slowly.

……

In the darkness, Fu Qian spread out his right hand, revealing a wound in his palm.

Inside the wound, black fluid was coiling in the flesh and blood.

That's right, he didn't destroy that thing, but took the initiative to cut a wound and let it infect himself.

Feeling the erosion on his body, he slapped the people outside the door awake, and Fu Qian went straight into the night.

(End of this chapter)