Lightning and thunder in the night sky, dark clouds rolling endlessly, it seems that there is a storm brewing.
Under the interweaving of thunder and light, the two figures stood still, face to face. The distance between them was only about 20 meters, but they seemed to have separated an insurmountable gap, as if they were born hostile.
The former Zhang Qianjiang is a living example. No matter how powerful the undead are, they can't escape the fate of hell. The dark blood is pouring out along the street, and Edward's body has gradually become rigid.
The clouds were rolling and crumbling overhead.
"Boom!"
There was another thunder.
Li futu looked at the masked man who had broken his identity and said slowly, "thank you for your help."
"I'm serious. I don't need to thank you for what I have to do."
The mask man didn't take credit at all. The hand that pinched Edward's heart was gradually put down, and the blood was flowing down his fingers. As if he didn't realize it, the eyes that were exposed outside the mask were always staring at Li futu, with a complex meaning that was difficult to understand.
People lose their value after they die, even a count of vampires. They don't pay more attention to the corpses on the ground.
"Your Excellency is a heretic judge."
Different from the fierce thunder, Li futu's tone is flat and gentle, and is not a question sentence, but a statement sentence.
It's hard to think of any other possibility from the previous conversation with Edward and the sentence just now, except for the heretical verdict which takes "killing all the evil creatures in the world" as its own responsibility.
It's not surprising that the people in the heretical tribunal know themselves.
"Doesn't Emperor Yan want to do it?"
Compared with Li futu's calm, the mask man seems to be more unexpected.
The subtext of his words is tantamount to admitting his own identity.
It's amazing.
You should know that the temple and the underground are incompatible. What's more, after the outbreak of the Weishui World War I, the contradiction between the two sides has reached an unprecedented extreme. Recently, friction of different scales has broken out frequently in various regions. As the leader of the underground, it should be removed soon after he recognizes his identity.
But even if the other party acquiesced to his identity as a heretic judge, Li futu's eyes were still as quiet as the abyss, and he didn't mean to kill in anger.
"Public to public, private to private, in the vampire issue, we have the same goal, you killed Edward, also can be regarded as a help to me. Today is the day. Next time we meet, life and death depend on God's will. "
"Yandi is really an extraordinary person."
The mask man exclaimed, and then said, "well, Yan Di Good bye. "
In the face of the mask man's gaze, Li futu is as quiet as five mountains. He doesn't say a word. It seems that he really doesn't intend to do it.
The mask man saw this and turned slowly.
The night had been torn to pieces by the thunder, and the wind began to blow. The mask on his face was blown floating. After turning around, his body stopped for a moment, but there was still no movement behind him.
Instead of waiting any longer, he rushed forward and soon disappeared at the end of the street.
Li futu has been standing in the same place, watching the other party leave, never start.
"He's dead?"
Soon the mask man disappeared. A voice came from behind.
Without turning around, Li futu knew who was coming.
His eyes from the mask man disappeared gradually down the direction, finally stopped on Edward's body, gently nodded.
"You killed it?"
Gong Zhengyu stops beside Li futu and turns to ask.
Li futu was silent, breathed out his breath softly, shook his head and said, "No
Gong Zhengyu frowned and looked around subconsciously, but there was no one in the street.
"It's a heretic judge."
Li futu.
"Heretical tribunal?"
Gong Zhengyu takes back his eyes and looks at Li futu with a puzzled expression in his eyes.
Li futu knew that Gong Zhengyu had probably never heard of the internal structure of the temple, and explained again: "it was the people in the temple who stopped Edward and solved him."
"The temple?"
Hearing the speech, Gong Zhengyu's eyes inevitably fluctuated. After all, she was the witness and witness of the Weishui war.
"Where are they?"
"Gone."
"Gone?"
Rao is Gong Zhengyu. He is always in a daze.
Li futu nodded.
After a moment's silence, Gong Zhengyu said slowly, "why don't you leave them?"
Li futu raised his head and looked in the direction of the mask man's disappearance.
More and more fierce wind constantly blowing his figure, he is like a rock, still, only heard the thunder, no words.
……
"Solved?"A figure is waiting under the street lamp in front of her. Even if the nightlife clan has disappeared at this time, there is no ghost in the street, but she is different. It seems that she does not feel more and more bad weather. Under the dim light of thunder and lightning, her eyebrows are shining that red flower, beautiful and magnificent.
The mask man stopped in front of her and nodded, without making a sound. He could not see any pride and complacency in his eyes. On the contrary, he seemed to have inexplicable slight regret.
The woman's face is also covered with a layer of gauze, as if it can penetrate people's hearts.
"What? He didn't do it with you? "
The mask man nodded, pulled off the mask with his left hand and wiped the blood on his right hand.
The face under the mask is completely Oriental, handsome and masculine. Moreover, if this face appears in Kyoto City, which is full of dignitaries, it may cause huge waves.
The woman with a red flower in her eyebrow didn't seem to dislike the blood in his hands, nor was she afraid. She watched him wipe the blood on his hands and asked softly, "why? Is it because I recognize you? "
The mask man stopped for a moment, then shook his head.
"I don't think so."
He raised his head, looked at the woman and breathed out softly Actually, I'm not sure. "
The woman didn't ask again.
"Your foundation is not bad. Although you can't be forced to live in the realm of emperor, you are not without the possibility of impact. Now you can kill a vampire count. This achievement is enough to win everyone's recognition. You have already handed over a more perfect answer to this trip to the Dragon Kingdom."
"Saint, just now, why didn't you do it?"
The mask man finally asked.
He asked, naturally, not to deal with Edward's question.
It's just a vampire count. You don't have to kill a chicken with a bull's knife.
The woman, known as the saint, was silent for a moment, and did not respond, "let's go."
The mask man didn't ask again.
Just turned around, the woman's eyes, like inadvertently toward the street on a building looked at.
Under the thunder and lightning, a figure stands on the roof of the building.
A bald head and a scarred eyebrow.
The old cassock on his body seemed to shine more brightly than thunder and lightning.
Seeing the woman and masked man leave, he looks down and puts his hands together.
"Amitabha."