Ten Days End

"It may be a way of death that you have never experienced before." Song Qi slowly stretched out his hand and placed it in front of Ma Twelve, "That is, being blown to pieces by me."

"Blown to pieces..." Ma Twelve frowned and looked at Song Qi, "It sounds quite refreshing."

Ma Twelve stretched out his hand nonchalantly and shook hands with Song Qi.

What Song Qi was going to do next was difficult and easy.

That was to treat Ma Twelve's body as a whole, and then transform him into a human bomb that could move freely.

"Twelve, only the two of us know about this." Song Qi said, "Not only must we keep it secret, but we must also think of a foolproof plan. Once Suzaku knows that we know... he will most likely take precautions."

"Seventh Brother, you're smarter than me." Ma Twelve said, "Think about it, and tell me when you're done."

"Okay... I need you to do everything you can to touch Suzaku." Song Qi said, "Especially when he's on the verge of serious damage."

"I think I understand..."

"I will be responsible for attacking Suzaku with all my strength and putting him in a dying state." Song Qi said, "If what Baihu said is true, Suzaku will definitely transfer his consciousness when he's dying."

"Fuck, that's great!" Ma Twelve laughed, "Fuck... After it's transferred to me, we can blow him up directly!"

Song Qi nodded, and then retracted his hand that was shaking with Ma Twelve.

The deployment of "explosion" has been completed. Now, as long as he has a thought, his close teammates will turn into fireworks on the spot.

Although he feels that he has a trump card, Song Qi still hasn't figured out the meaning of "puppet".

His teammates were using their bodies to intercept Zhuque. Would he have time to continue to understand?

Once someone really controlled Zhuque, the "cat" was destined to hit all its attacks on a mass of dead flesh, and the result for the "cat" could only be the death of all its members.

Song Qi slowly clenched his fists, feeling that he needed to add the last layer of insurance for the entire "cat" team.

This insurance could not even be told to Ma Twelve.

After all, Ma Twelve would die in the "first ring", and he only needed to know that his death was valuable.

And he would be the "second ring" of this killing plan. This time he could only gamble that Zhuque, like Xuanwu, was in a weird state that normal people could not understand.

Only in this way, as the "second ring", could he have a certain probability of killing him.

The probability of winning this bet was too small, and even Song Qi was not sure at all.

...

Song Qi looked at Ma Twelve, who was laughing crazily in front of him, and slowly stretched out his hand.

"Do you think I'm going to die now..." Ma Shier said with a smile, "You are really naughty... I have used that body for many years... You actually stabbed me into a sieve..."

Song Qi nodded, stared at Ma Shier and asked: "Originally, you moved to someone's side to kill people, but now you have changed to "moving" to kill people, so you don't have "jumping"... right?"

Ma Shier's face trembled slightly, and then squeezed out a smile: "What do you mean?"

"It means that you can't hide or run away now." Song Qi stretched out his hand, and then pinched his fingers slightly.

Ma Shier's body began to twist and swell at this moment. He never thought that this body was actually cast with "immortal magic" in advance.

"Wait... wait a minute..." Ma Shier's gradually fat body began to squeeze out an unpleasant sound, "Wait a minute..."

His expression gradually became flustered, and he began to stretch out his hands to grab randomly, but there was no one beside him.

"Dirty things... get out of my brother's body." Song Qi said.

"Let's talk about a condition..." Ma Twelve said tremblingly, "Let's talk about a condition! I can give you..."

"Boom!"

Before Ma Twelve could touch anyone, his body exploded with a muffled sound like a balloon filled with water.

Everyone felt a rain of blood spraying on their faces, warm and smelly.

The few remaining people stretched out their hands to cover their cheeks, feeling that there was blood and flesh flying in front of them. Perhaps this is the "end of the world".

This time... has Suzaku finally disappeared?

"Seventh Brother... you just..." Qian Wu, who was standing aside, looked at the scene in front of him with a little fear.

"Don't worry, Fifth Brother, everything is as planned." Song Qi's eyes did not relax, but stared at the nearby flesh and blood.

The next step is the "Second Ring". As long as the "Second Ring" bets right, the "Cat" can win.

"The "Cat" can eat the "Sparrow" anyway. "

Within a few seconds, Song Qi indeed found a small piece of strange meat at the location where Ma Twelve exploded.

This piece of meat looked different from the others.Squirm.

Qian Wu felt something strange for a moment, and just as he was about to step forward, Song Qi reached back to stop him.

"Brother Wu, thank you for taking care of me for so many years." Song Qi said, "I hope I can have a chance to drink with you again."

"Old Seven..." Qian Wu slowly frowned.

"I didn't expect that my bet was right."

Song Qi walked forward, stretched out his hand to grab the piece of meat on the ground, and then turned his hand over to see that there were three eyes dripping and rolling on the meat, and the eyes were almost all surrounded by tooth marks.

"The "eyes" are the body, right?" Song Qi looked down at the meat in his hand and asked with a smile, "I was wondering before, why biting the eyes in your mouth would deepen your "belief"... It turns out that you are not biting the eyes at all, but yourself. It is reasonable to deepen your belief when you are in extreme pain and panic. "

After hearing this, the three eyes of the meat looked at Song Qi, and then a gap opened between the three eyes, as if it was a mouth.

An unpleasant voice came out of the mouth hoarsely: "Really... not obedient..."

"If I guessed correctly... your three eyes are "heart-stealing", "puppet" and "soul migration", right?" Song Qi clearly felt that the meat in his hand was not very honest, but he held the meat tightly at this moment, making it unable to move. "In your own mouth, through the "puppet" to control yourself to achieve the floating effect... It's interesting."

At this time, Weekend realized what the Earth Pig meant by "far", after all, what he touched was not the body of the "Echoer" at all.

"... So you know everything..." The meat grinned as if laughing.

"Your original owner's body was "transfer", you "transferred" your meat out in the dying stage, and then "transferred" your soul to Nineteen, and finally contacted Ma Twelve. "Song Qi increased the strength of his hands fiercely, "It's a pity that your piece of meat has been strengthened. Even if Twelve's whole body is blown to pieces, it may not be able to kill you."

"Ha...haha..." The piece of meat continued to grin, "Although you know my secret...but what can I do? My "Heart-stealing Soul" and "Soul Migration" are still there, you are now...unable to move...and I touched you..."

"No..." Song Qi denied, "Suzaku, it's not you who touched me, but I touched you."

"What...?"

"You have entered a dead end." Song Qi said, "Now I have injected "explosion" into your body, and my own body will be destroyed in a minute...This is your ending. "