Inward scrolling golden light spell, subdue demons from the heavens!

Chapter 51: Armed with a sharp weapon, the intention to kill is self-inflicted!
"What are you talking about with this beast..."

Zhang Chujiu got impatient, stepped forward, waved his hand casually, the golden light was piercing, and brought a strong wind, when Wang Zuer's skirt was flying, the yellow and white dog flew out involuntarily, and hit the cross behind him!

The clothes all over his body exploded, and there were signs of collapse everywhere in the body. Blood gushed out from the seven orifices, dyeing the holy cross red!
"boom!!"

The yellow and white dog fell heavily to the ground, foaming blood from its mouth!

"This this……"

Ye Dexian's eyes widened when she saw the yellow and white dog who couldn't move or even groan, while Uncle Biao and the other three turned their gazes to Zhang Chujiu, they also looked shocked!
They didn't expect this young man to be so ruthless, and his methods so unimaginable. Even though they had gone through many battles, and even personally surrounded and suppressed many bandits in the hail of bullets, they couldn't help being terrified!

This method completely surpassed their cognition!How could someone just wave their hands and beat people into such a forceful state? It was unheard of, not even martial arts novels were so exaggerated!

"call the ambulance!"

At the critical moment, it had to be Uncle Biao, mature and steady, who was the first to react and yelled at Jia Kui and A Yao.

"oh oh……"

Jia Kui immediately ran out of the church, ready to use the radio on the police car to call for backup...

A Yao also moved immediately, and walked over to check Huangbaigou's injuries.

He just checked for a while, then covered his mouth and nose, felt a chill down his spine, and trembled all over. According to his experience, this dog...human's bones were at least [-]% broken, and he was already incontinent. Even if he was rescued by luck, In the future, I'm afraid she will also be paralyzed all over her body, and will be lingering on the sick bed for life! !
"A dog..."

At this time, Wang Zuer also recovered from the shock. Seeing the yellow and white dog screaming blood, tears immediately came out of his eyes, and he rushed over...

Although Huangbaigou made all kinds of irrational actions tonight, but in the end it was his former lover, who sweated together and had countless good memories. Seeing his tragic state now, the previous injuries seem to be unimportant , There was uncontrollable sadness and distress in her heart!

"..."

Zhang Chujiu pouted, puzzled and speechless!
Then turn around and prepare to leave...

"I want to go, you..."

His gaze stayed on the thatched cottage and Ye Dexian respectively!
"Eh...you please do it, I will deal with the aftermath here..."

Ye Dexian's face was a little pale, and she forced a smile to show her friendliness, and at the same time put him in a restricted area that cannot be provoked!
"Poor Dao..."

The thatched cottage took a look at Wang Zuer, and stopped talking!

"I'll wait for you outside..."

Zhang Chujiu narrowed his eyes, then walked out of the church like a normal person.

He came to the lawn, found a stone bench and sat down, pointed at the moon with one hand, looked up, wondering what he was thinking...

After a while, he sighed, put down his hands, fumbled for his pockets, and then said flickeringly, "Did you bring any cigarettes?"

"Uh, I brought..."

Kim McGee, who followed, was stunned for a moment, and immediately took out a pack of Marlboro, flicked his hand, half a cigarette was released, and he handed it over respectfully...

Zhang Chujiu pinched it with both fingers, pulled it out, and brought it to his mouth. Jin McKee immediately took out the lighter in a hurry, and leaned over to light it...

"Wipe... wipe..."

Seeing sparks fly by, but no fire, Kim McKee was so anxious that his forehead was sweating, and he turned the gears quickly...

Zhang Chujiu glanced at him, took a deep breath, a spark suddenly lit up, and a wisp of smoke curled up...

"Cough cough..."

He took a deep breath, but immediately coughed out, exhaling cloudy smoke...

"Grandmaster……"

Kim McKee nervous...

Zhang Chujiu waved his hand, glanced at the Marlboro in his hand, then put it to his mouth, took another mouthful, this time, very smoothly, he skillfully exhaled a puff of smoke ring, clicked his mouth, and muttered his evaluation: "It's not as good as Emgrand!"

Speaking without intention, the listener is intentional.

With a thought in his heart, Jin McKee went through all the brands on the market, and then he said cautiously: "It turns out that the master likes to smoke this brand, and I will ask a friend to go to the mainland..."

"Need not……"

Zhang Chujiu shook his head. At this time, even if the mainland is turned over, it is impossible to find such a brand.

In the smog, he couldn't see his expression clearly, he said in a flickering way: "Aki, how long have you been a policeman?"

Kim McKee was stunned for a moment, not knowing why he asked this, but he still replied cautiously: "Uh...it's been four or five years..."

"Have you killed anyone?"

Zhang Chujiu exhaled smoke rings, looked at the distant mountain peaks through the gray smoke, his eyes were a little distracted...

"Killed, once killed the gangsters who robbed the gold store on the street, and also cooperated with the encirclement and suppression of terrorists in several joint operations..."

Jin McKee answered honestly, suddenly felt something in his heart, his mouth bald, and asked: "Did the master kill anyone?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he regretted it, slapped himself directly, and simply begged for mercy: "I'm sorry Master, I..."

"fine!"

Zhang Chujiu waved his hand, and the smoke fluttered with it, seeming to be invisible, only to hear his voice as usual, admitting frankly: "Killed!"

"..."

Kim McKee broke out in a cold sweat immediately, and became embarrassed...

Zhang Chujiu looked up, looked at him and smiled, "Don't be nervous, I won't kill you to silence you!"

Hearing this, Jin McGee did not relax, but immediately knelt down, almost crying: "Master, I have a strict mouth, and I won't say anything..."

"Okay, get up..." Zhang Chujiu felt funny: "Am I that scary?"

"How could it be, master, you are kind, generous, generous, and handsome, you are like a god in this world..."

Jin McGee spat out lotus flowers, his sincerity was written on his face, he carefully observed Zhang Chujiu's reaction, and saw that he really didn't care, so he stood up.

"You guy, although you are ugly, you have a pair of wise eyes, it's really rare..."

Zhang Chujiu looked at Jin McKee appreciatively, and in his shocked face, asked another question: "When you were holding a gun, was there a time when you didn't take human life seriously?"

"what?"

Kim McGee was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he lowered his head and thought about this question seriously!
Then, he replied very seriously: "I am a policeman. The gun in my hand is used to protect Xiangjiang and the citizens. I have never thought of disregarding human life!"

"Is that so..."

Zhang Chujiu nodded, a golden light appeared between his fingers, and half of Marlboro instantly turned into powder.

He was about to say something more, but suddenly his heart skipped a beat, and he immediately got up and looked towards the church!
He saw a black air appearing in the sacred light that shrouded the dome. This black air was spreading rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it eroded most of the holy light of the entire dome...

At this time, the song of Sakura suddenly sounded, and the deep voice affected the thoughts, making people think of their hometown, giving birth to endless thoughts and sadness, falling into it, unable to extricate themselves...

Everyone in the church ran out!He looked very flustered, as if he had been kicked out by a dog!
Zhang Chujiu walked quickly to the thatched cottage, frowning and asked, "What's going on?"

Everyone was leaving, but the thatched cottage did not leave. He stood there, looked at the church with a dignified expression, and explained: "It is the Fusang ghost. It also came here and was imprisoned in that cross. Now the cross Polluted with human blood, losing its strength, it's coming out!"

Zhang Chujiu was a little embarrassed when he heard the words. It seemed to be his fault. If he hadn't shot lightly or severely, no one would have been stained with blood on the cross!

"What now?" he asked.

(End of this chapter)