The red thread was wrapped around his head, rolling all the way to the stairs, a bloodstain rolled out, and rolled to the skirt of the Palace Mistress.

She raised her fair and exquisite jade feet, stepped on the head's face, and giggled coquettishly: "Does the bottom of her skirt look good?"

The underground bar fell into dead silence for a moment.

Where did the lunatic come from?

This morbid laughter, this decisive personality, is simply more bloodthirsty than a bewitching demon, more perverted than an illusionist.

Tian Lingling shouted:

"Everyone, be careful, she is the master of the Killing Palace, a musician at the pinnacle of sainthood, let's work together to kill her together."

Crash~ Everyone stood up, staring at the woman in the red dress at the stairs with solemn faces.

Several men and women also stopped moving, and the woman let go of the legs that clamped the man's waist. They didn't even wear clothes and pants, and hurriedly put on a posture to meet the enemy.

It turns out that this crazy woman is the master of the Palace of Killing, so it's no wonder

As native practitioners of Songhai, they naturally knew the name of the master of Zhisha Palace, who was one of the most powerful people below the elder level.

"Drafting, Tian Lingling, I came to you to spend money, not to seek death."

"What are you afraid of? If this woman dares to come here, we will kill her in a wheel battle. If you are below the master level, don't even think about getting out alive."

"Tian Lingling is also a saint, with our assistance, I'm afraid she won't be able to become a crazy woman."

The master of the Palace of Killing bent down, with a fistful of blood on his head, and gently wiped it on the silver mask, creating a miserable face.

In the next second, countless slender red threads stretched out from behind her, like a cluster of blooming red flowers, or twisted and terrifying tentacles.

The bartender grabbed a shotgun from the drawer of the wine cabinet and threw it to Tian Lingling in front of the bar. The latter picked it up, pointed it at the palace master, and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

Gunpowder smoke was sprayed from the muzzle, and the barrage covered the stairs.

The powerful shotguns were easily pushed away by those red strings as thin as a hair.

This shot ignited the slogan of melee. The evil walkers by the booth, those who had guns pulled out guns, those who had props pulled out props, and those who had nothing, still had skills and hand-to-hand combat.

The master of the killing palace raised his snow-white and slender neck, and a beautiful and loud singing voice burst out from his throat.

Amidst the reverberation of the singing, the villains in the underground bar were slightly in a trance, their murderous intentions dissipated, their fears subsided, and their minds became extremely peaceful.

Musicians can convey emotions through singing and affect listeners.

Mainstream musicians have three abilities: hypnotize, soothe, and inspire.

Senior musicians may do more fine operations, such as using a certain song to strengthen the emotions contained in the tune and lyrics, so that the listener will have corresponding emotions.

The more types of tunes, the more means.

In the gap when everyone lost their fighting spirit and was appeased, the red line behind the Palace Master of Killing came out and divided into two parts, one part attacked the evil walker by the booth, and the other part attacked Tian Lingling and Li Xianzong in front of the bar.

Puff puff.

On the spot, six or seven people were pierced through the head and heart by the red thread, and died without a sound. JrNovels.com