Chapter 129 There Is Still Residual Value

Ghosts do no physical harm, but the eerie fog that sweeps over can block the way and obscure the surrounding environment.

The journey to the west, which was already somewhat lax in consciousness, lost its direction.

"Get away!"

"Get out of my way!"

What was cut was an artery, but he was still able to speak, and his flesh and blood were still strong.

Xiyou scolded lightly, waving his long stick to scatter the floating ghosts one after another.

There was some darkness before his eyes...his limbs were exhausted.

Excessive bleeding.

We must hurry up to find the accomplices who landed on the island, the masters sent by Yang De.

The fight between him and Hao was very short, and he could not delay the time... However, even if Biyang De's people arrived in time, Xiyou now understands that it will not help at all. He saw some of Hao's trump cards, but not necessarily all of them.

The top priority is to leave the island quickly and get the news out.

No matter what happens, tell the others to escape as soon as possible... and pass on the hazy details to Biyande.

In a daze, he seemed to hear the ghosts floating around him, laughing at him... One after another, the ghosts were like clouds coiling nearby, roaring at him or screaming in his ears.

It made him, who was already extremely seriously injured, even more strenuous and unable to move even an inch.

The wound on his neck left an eye-catching trail of blood on his escape path.

"Get away..."

After running for a moment resisting the ghost's mental attack, Xiyou weakly swung his weapon to drive away the green smoke, and spoke weakly.

He found that his voice was very weak, and all the life in his body was drained... He seemed to be dying.

Then, with a snap, he couldn't even hold the stick and let the weapon fall to the ground.

He couldn't get rid of it... He couldn't get rid of this area filled with ghost fog.

The fog spread faster than he expected... and covered a large area.

Plop.

Xiyou knelt on his knees, leaning on the ground with one hand to hold himself up, while the other hand was still covering the bleeding wound... His face was as pale as paper.

He has a clear understanding of his current state.

Dying!

"I shouldn't have come... I didn't think clearly. Being able to be regarded as a threat by Jin and Pariston is enough to prove how dangerous he is! Even if it was Biyang De's order, I could have refused it early... No wonder, he has to go to the Dark Continent... This kind of person has no reason to stay in the human world."

After only holding on for half a minute, Xiyou fell to the ground, his body temperature began to drop, and he felt chilly.

All around him, there were a bunch of ghosts flying in the sky...circling, silently watching his death.

It was like welcoming him, the new member who was about to join.

"Pariston!"

A smiling face appeared in Xiyou's mind.

He had a subordinate relationship with BYANDE, but had no social relations with Pariston.

The so-called cooperation is only a matter between Biyande and Pariston. Within the association, he still acts independently as a member of the Twelve Earthly Branches... everything is done in accordance with his own wishes.

To put it bluntly, he can work with Yorkshire and others to deal with Pariston, no problem.

But as long as Biyang De said something, he had to do it.

Got fooled.

Pariston wanted to get rid of Obsidian, but of course he wouldn't do it himself, so he approached Byande...that guy, and used Obsidian's same purpose and characteristics as Byande to convince his boss.

In other words, Pariston had already guessed that Byande would send himself to take action... After all, given Byande's situation, he could not directly find Hao and communicate with him.

Communication on the surface doesn’t work either.

And Gai Lu…

Even Yorkshire's arrangements were planned by Pariston...

Even if they didn't deal with Hazy in the end, or even his own death, it would still be foreseeable by Pariston.

With another member of the Twelve Earthly Branches here, he can also convict the executioner, at least making it impossible for him to stay in the association...

He couldn't kill Gai Lu too... Two of the Twelve Earthly Branches died suddenly, so he must be considered the murderer.

But even better than Young... or even Pariston, no one would have imagined how terrifying Hiro's true level was.

This man can kill himself in a very short time without being seen by any bystanders.

Once he died, Pariston also got the information he wanted, at least to further determine the degree of danger...

In short, no matter which way you look at it, Pariston will get the 'result' he wants without paying any price.

Perfect.

Just make money and not lose money.

The only one who sacrifices is himself...

Journey to the West figured it out.

But it's too late...

At this time, a sound of footsteps approached.

He put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly towards Xiyou who was lying on the ground.

"Can...can I ask you...one thing?" Xiyou already knew what his ending would be, and he looked at the man standing next to him with a whisper.

"Don't worry, I will let him accompany you."

He didn't need to say anything anymore, Hao seemed to see through his mind and echoed.

"Thanks."

When Xiyou heard this, he actually... smiled.

Uh-huh.

Hao waved his hand, the air split, and the silky attack immediately separated Xiyou's head and neck.

A ball of soul energy and black mist rose up from the corpse one after another and were absorbed by Hazy.

Then, with an expressionless face, he stepped over the corpse of the Twelve Earthly Branches and walked away.

Pariston has long been on Long's death list, but he doesn't want to cross this person off just yet.

Because...the other person still has value.

After Nitro abdicated, the position of president became vacant...After this incident, the death of Journey to the West.

Based on his understanding of Pariston, it is no surprise that this guy will definitely elect him to succeed him in the future.

As for the reason...hehe.

The twelve earthly branches headed by Jin must be in the opposition camp.

Without Pariston's help, it would be difficult for him alone to secure the position of president of the Hunter Association... Jin Fulisi would never let himself succeed. Although he knows that Pariston is playing some tricks, at least in the position of president, he can still be of some help to him.

Afterwards, it would not be too late to harvest his life.

Hao walked around the island, looking for the location of several other teammates.

Unexpectedly, Men Qi and the others bumped into a strange face before they could see him.

The opponent was wearing a special combat uniform, with muscles all over his body and was extremely burly.

Running all the way.

After seeing him, he stopped instantly, his face full of vigilance.

"hazy?"

The man narrowed his eyes.

The goal of their trip!

However, why did Hao appear alone?

What about Journey to the West among the Twelve Earthly Branches?

Since they are not together, it means that the cooperation talks have collapsed...the target cannot be allowed to leave alive.

As soon as he thought this, the man's heart was certain, and a powerful thought suddenly burst out.

This person did not hide his figure, so he and Haoji discovered each other immediately.

However, what made the man find it strange was that Hagi clearly saw him, but seemed to regard him as nothing. There was no expression on his face at all, and he had no intention of saying hello or asking.

It was as if he were a stone on the roadside... not a living person.

He released his murderous intent... and took an offensive stance!

The man spread his hands, and circles of spiked iron rings appeared on his two arms, which were as thick as ordinary human thighs. They were extremely special pieces of physical equipment.

Hazy remained unmoved, not even looking directly at her.

boom!

The soil on the ground exploded, leaving a pit.

The man looked like a tiger out of its cage, charging forward with awe-inspiring power and speed.

Just jumped up...

Just look at the arm inserted in his trouser pocket and swing it out, like a sharp blade unsheathed, cutting through the airflow and flashing a shadow.

Immediately, he quickly retracted the sheath and put it back into his trouser pocket.

Immediately afterwards, the human body in mid-air was dismembered, torn into pieces and fell to the ground.

In addition to the brilliant and flying blood, there are scattered internal organs...

One face to face, it's over.

From the beginning to the end, Long's breathing and footsteps were not affected. He didn't even see the person's appearance clearly... he didn't have the intention to look.

He walked across the ground soaked in blood, and a few ribbon-like mists overflowed from his body, picking up the fallen soul and drifting away.