Chapter 89 South Korean

Hunting demons!?

"This is impossible!!"

After Zhao Tang lost his mind for a short time, he seemed to be a gambler who had lost all his chips. He looked ferocious and roared.

"Impossible?"

Chen Qinghe looked at Zhao Tang sarcastically. He wanted to defeat the last spiritual pillar of the bastard with words and said lightly, "Sad thing, what do you know--"

"You're lying!"

"I won't believe what you said!!"

"Dance, act... Adults are invincible and gods. You human beings are as weak as bedbugs, and the world will belong to us in the near future!!"

Zhao Tang waved his head crazily, and he didn't feel any saliva flowing out of his mouth.

"Real?"

"Then let me help you recall the ritual of becoming a bastard--"

Chen Qinghe's eyes became indifferent, and he repeated the details of his genetic mutation to Zhao Tang.

Falt a person's heart!

Especially for bastards like Zhao Tang, the best way is for them to break away from the sacred rituals of human beings.

"No..."

"No, what you said is fake..."

Listening to the narrative, Zhao Tang was reluctant to admit it at first, and gradually became silent and speechless, his eyes were empty, and there was no trace of brilliance at all.

Really, everything is true!

From killing with his own hands, to eating meat, to taking a vow... Finally swallowing the blood of adults - everything Chen Qinghe said was almost the same as what he had experienced.

"How about it?"

Chen Qinghe looked at him indifferently.

"No, no, no..."

"It's fake, it's true..."

Zhao Tang is gone without his previous madness, as if some kind of support in his heart collapsed. As Chen Qinghe said in his last sentence, his adults will not come to save himself.

When he fled, he didn't come!

When he was desperate and helpless, he didn't come!

When he was crazy, let alone!

Chen Qinghe glanced at the military division who climbed up from the ground. Unexpectedly, the Vietnamese did not take the opportunity to escape.

"How do you... know?"

The military division's eyes were dim. After hearing Chen Qinghe's words, he completely lost the idea of survival before.

"I'm a reborn person, do you believe it?"

Chen Qinghe held Zhao Tang's head and came to the Vietnamese, pressed his shoulder and sneered.

Reborn?

The sjunshi shook his head with a laughter, only as if this answer was teasing himself.

"Poor guy--"

Looking at the Vietnamese expression, Chen Qinghe has indescribable pity in his heart. He has always thought that he is an honest person, and he will never lie if he doesn't have to.

However, that's right.

Who will believe the joke of rebirth for normal people with an average IQ!?

It's like a god with Jesus. The Vatican Pope will not declare that this is a miracle of mankind and regard him as a god.

Wh!

Chen Qinghe took the two of them and rushed back to the hotel.

"Demon--"

The street scene on both sides retreated quickly. While Chen Qinghe was running at a high speed, he did not have the previous disdain for the devil.

Demon!

In demonic language, they claim to come from the pure alien blue world, but according to the understanding of the earth, demons are standard alien remnants, giving birth to a civilization like human beings.

However, compared with human beings, this civilization is still in the slave era of drinking blood.

"What the military commander said, a small red hole should have been formed..."

"I have a bad feeling--"

Chen Qinghe's afterglow paid attention to the rear. He could feel the abnormal atmosphere in the center of the city, as if a dark beast integrated with the night was gradually waking up.

Wh!

Jumping off the BRT viaduct, Chen Qinghe rushed into an alley.

......

Just as he was rushing to the hotel.

Suite 730 on the seventh floor of the Emgrand Hotel, and the door was welded to death by the chain--

A Tang's nose was blue and his face was swollen, and he was rolled to death by a hemp rope and thrown into **. Several male survivors of Lao Wei around him were tied back to the chair, with more or less black and wounds on his body.

The women shed tears and sobbed in a low voice.

Lao Wei glanced at the only middle-aged woman in the corner without tears. Just as his husband was dismembered by Li Xuan on the spot, he was bloody and miserable, and the internal organs were still vivid.

Da Shuan, A Tang, Gao Feng——

Any survivor who can use firearms can't move. At this moment, he misses the safe time protected by Chen Qinghe. That kind of safety is precious to anyone in the end of the world.

Although...

Some time ago, when the car was modified, everyone was refused to join the group and forced to exchange labor for food. Even if they had all kinds of dissatisfaction with Chen Qinghe, at least they had not been detained and exploited.

Every point of effort must have a reciprocal reward!

"As long as the leader can come back..."

Lao Wei sighed in his heart, and his hands were tied back and struggled twice, but he still didn't move.

The sound of the chair shook, and the women around looked over, but soon returned to the door. From being locked in this cage, everyone was looking forward to the return of the leader.

He's back!!

All misfortunes will pass, and everyone is so superstitious.

Time passed minute by, but the European-style door was still unmoved, and the hope slowly failed.

"Will it not come back?"

When Lao Wei couldn't help but have such an idea.

Peng!

Suddenly, the door was kicked back by the outside, and one door panel flipped over and flew from the porch to the wine cabinet.

When everyone's eyes widened and their brains still couldn't turn around for a while.

Two figures flew in from the porch and fell on the Persian carpet like two abandoned garbage.

Zhao Tang, Vietnamese!!

Although it had been a long time, the old Wei group quickly recognized the identities of the two people, but they found that Zhao Tang had lost his limbs, his whole face was bloody, and the blood scale made him look like a ghost, ugly and ferocious.

And the hands and feet of the Vietnamese were twisted unnaturally, as if they had been broken by violence. He lay on his side on his side and motionless, his eyes were lax and sanity.

What's wrong with them?!

Lao Wei and others looked at the entrance. Before they could digest the shock in front of them, they saw their long-awaited figure and were slowly walking in through the door.

"Lead!!"

"Qinghe, I'm back!!"

"Wow, that's great..."

The women cried bitterly, while the men who were not seriously injured looked excited and their despair was swept away.

"Water goodness, where are they?"

As soon as Chen Qinghe entered the door, he looked at Lao Wei and others miserably and frowned and asked.

"I don't know."

It was Lao Wei who spoke, and he answered truthfully.

The reason why they were not killed was that Li Sui and others held the mentality of torture and revenge.

"Hmm."

Chen Qinghe nodded silently.

What you should know is that he has asked from the Vietnamese, and he doesn't know much from Lao Wei.

After saying that, he snapped his fingers.

- Knock.

Huh, the rope that binds everyone was broken by a flash of black fire, and their freedom was restored.

Solve the shackles.

Everyone looked at Chen Qinghe and waited for his order.

"You are optimistic about them and wait for me to come back..."

Chen Qinghe pointed to Zhao Tang and the two people on the ground. They were clear before they could explain, and their voices suddenly stopped.

He raised his eyebrows.

Lao Wei and others are puzzled, but they dare not disturb.

"Well, have the courage to come back!"

Chen Qinghe's perception sensed the breath of the evolutionist. This person was not someone else, but a South Korean who fled and returned.

From the time he rushed back to the hotel, his perception has been under surveillance, and the underlying area is closely monitored. As long as there is a slight change, he can immediately feel it.

South Koreans can be said to have hit the eye of a gun!

When will you not come back, but at this time?