Live broadcast: The female heavenly master slays demons and protects the Tao in the power plot

Liu Yanli only had a little bit of self-control when it came to swearing.

But those three words were already on her lips:

To your sister!

She raised her long legs and kicked the tattoo artist back hard in the face, frowning slightly.

Judging from the details of how she moved her ankle, she was injured by the shock.

Du Manzhi gave her a small amount of spiritual power to speed up her healing, and said calmly: "Leave this to me."

Liu Yan said righteously: "He is a living person and endangers the safety of people's lives and property. I am responsible!"

Du Manzhi admired her for being able to remember modern aphorisms so well after twelve years of reading, but...

"Who told you he was alive?"

Liu Yan said honestly: "He is breathing."

Du Manzhi corrected seriously: "Breathing is not the only criterion."

Their back-and-forth conversation angered the neglected tattoo artist.

I saw him rushing forward again with crimson footprints, saliva glistening at the corners of his mouth.

As if Du Manzhi had an extra pair of eyes, he hit him in the head with a backhand straight punch.

Scored twice and flew back backwards.

The clear sound of bone cracking made her teeth sore.

She had been strengthened too much in the Zhuanling Pond last time. She didn't even expect that a light punch could have such a good effect. It was simply so powerful and magnificent!

The moment the tattoo artist fell against the wall, the candlelight in the niche suddenly became very bright, illuminating the increasingly bright tattoos on his body.

Liu Yan's pupils shrank sharply, and she finally noticed something unusual.

The wall was clean just now, but now, there is a piece of... fresh brain flowing out from the back of the man's head!

The tattoo artist fell to the ground and was silent for several breaths. He did not ask for their skin anymore, but remained in a daze with an expressionless face.

Then, without touching the ground, he stood up unsteadily using only his legs. His eyes were empty and unfocused, as if he was drunk, or like a zombie actor in an apocalyptic movie.

Liu Yan smelled an increasingly strong stench.

Unlike the stench of corpses and rot in the house, it was an indescribable smell, as if a warning engraved in human genes was reminding her to run!

She subconsciously looked at the girl next to her.

Although she is the majestic deputy commander of the Jin Yiwei and has handled countless difficult cases, when faced with strange things, it is obvious that professionals are more trustworthy!

Du Manzhi muttered: "You should trust me this time..."

I have already said that things that are not human should be left to her to deal with.

I don’t believe in evil.

Liu Yan's face felt hot, but before she could open her mouth, a whistling sound sounded, and a strong odor filled her nose, making her brain go blank and she vomited when she opened her mouth.

A figure that looked like a tattoo artist flashed past her and was at Du Manzhi's side in an instant.

He came to ask for that human skin!

Liu Yan was anxious, but before she could react, a dark chain had already tightly wrapped around the tattoo artist's throat!

There are many iron hooks hanging from the ceiling of this dark room, with different heights. Some of them have naked bodies hanging on them, and some of them are still empty.

Du Manzhi deliberately passed the hook around one of the hooks.

After tightening the tattoo artist, she pulled the rope, and the tattoo artist's feet at the other end immediately left the ground.

He was hung under the iron hook, his face turned purple, and his limbs moved desperately, performing a cruel pantomime.

"Although he is not a human being, he has breathing, so he can be dealt with in this way." Du Manzhi took the time to guide Liu Yan.

Liu Yan nodded blankly, "Okay."

"Also look at his tattoos."

Liu Yan spit out the filth in his mouth, corrected his study attitude and asked her: "Hmm, what do you think?"

Du Manzhi: "A normal person will suffocate and die quickly if he is hung up. A person like him will suddenly wake up when he is about to die - Huh? Why am I not dead yet? Oh, it turns out I am not a human being."

Liu Yan: "Huh?"

Du Manzhi stared at the strange patterns on the tattoo artist's body.

They are expanding one after another, like strange flowers, and the increasingly strong smell is the floral fragrance when they bloom.

From a pattern attached to the thin human skin, it slowly swelled up and turned into a three-dimensional tumor.

In the end, things are ripe and the things in the tattoo reveal their ferocious claws. This means that the tattoo artist's time as a human being has been completely ended.

"smell good……"

The tattoo artist lowered his eyes and slowly met her calm gaze, with a drop of saliva dripping from the corner of his bloody mouth.

Du Manzhi said: "You were greedy for my skin just now, and now you are greedy for my meat. You are not single-minded."

The tattoo artist seemed oblivious and murmured: "Eat you, it smells so good...let me eat it! I can't stand it anymore!"

Du Manzhi said lightly: "Well, I can't stand you anymore."

They seemed to be having a conversation.

The content seems to be on the wrong frequency again.

Liu Yan: "..."

The tattoo artist tore open the clothes on his upper body, revealing dozens of green and red patterns. Thin arms stretched out from those tattoos, and they extended infinitely!

Two of the arms moved to the sides of the tattoo artist's head, trying to cut off the hook.

Of course it doesn't work.

So, they adopted the simplest and crudest method——

Turn your head off!

Amidst Liu Yan's exclamation, a head spiraled into the sky, smashing a pool of blood on the ceiling, and fell into the pile of bones. It could not be found for a while.

The tattoo artist's head was gone, and the hook that was holding his throat was no longer strong, and Du Manzhi took it back.

At this time, the tattoo artist is like the headless Xingtian in mythology. Supported by more than a dozen three-meter-long arms, he hangs steadily in the air, looking down at the two women on the ground.

He loves their fair and healthy skin.

He lusted after their sweet, warm flesh.

"Give it to me, give it to me!"

The tattoo artist dug furiously at the ground.

When the two figures are being chased and intercepted by their arms, they can always jump to a safe point first.

Liu Yan wanted to use Qinggong to lead Du Manzhi out of the dark room.

She didn't understand what was going on, but she went from leading someone to being led by someone.

After seeing the terrifying destructive power of the weird arm with his own eyes, Liu Yan decided to lie down peacefully. He didn't have to make any contribution, at least he wouldn't hold back the big boss!

Du Manzhi took her out of the darkroom and sent her to the underground passage.

"You go up and evacuate the crowd first. There may be an earthquake later...or a ground subsidence."

Liu Yan nodded understandingly.

Just as he was about to leave, suddenly something was stuffed in his hand.

It turned out to be a thigh bone covered in mucus, which must have come out of the darkroom just now.

The other party was very considerate and knew that the bones were dirty, so he wrapped them in a handkerchief before giving them to her!

This is……

"Thank you for providing the evidence." Liu Yan thanked him stiffly.

"You're welcome, go up and work!"

Du Manzhi waved to Liu Yan with his back.

Witnesses and physical evidence are all in place.

She can go back to fighting monsters with peace of mind.

There was a louder roar coming from the ground. As she expected, the ground fluctuations gradually approached. Standing on the steps, she could already see the tattooist's head rising up little by little.

"You are so capable, it would be a pity not to set up a demolition team..." Du Manzhi suddenly came up with a bold idea.