Under the mask are a pair of shining scarlet eyes, full of evil and violence.

These ghost warriors are like war machines. Their ferocious armor and long swords in their hands are symbols of their killing.

"Come and live..."

Before Zhuge Ye could finish speaking, another ghost warrior came out.

Then the fourth, the fifth, the sixth...

Fifteen C-level ghost warriors, all like a well-trained team.

The ghost warrior at the head was still holding a bloody head in his hand.

Although Jiang Che didn't know the other person's name, he recognized the owner of the head.

A student from Tsinghua University.

In other words, someone died again...

At this time, the ghost warrior leader suddenly threw his head into the air.

"bass!"

As he slashed through it, the head was cut into two parts like a watermelon.

The stuff that came out of it was disgusting.

Xiaoman's voice sounded in my mind.

"These guys smell exactly the same, as if they were made from the same mold."

"Be careful. If nothing else happens, these guys have treacherous ruins, and they are all the same treacherous ruins."

Jiang Che: "..."

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Chapter completed!