Having said that, he straightened his body and said with a mocking smile: "Goodbye, stupid Nighthawks."

"Use your lives to see me off."

Holding the sacred bone sword, he took a few steps forward, trying to stab Cresta Sesima.

But at this time, his eyelids began to become heavy, and he just wanted to fall down and sleep.

"So you still have some strength, so this is troublesome..." Lanwusi bit his tongue lightly, and suddenly threw the sacred bone sword in his hand, and threw it at the Nighthawk who was unconscious by the door!

"No!"

Sesima waved her hand with the strength she had finally accumulated, causing the invisible thing to divert the sacred bone sword away.

Lanwusi seized this opportunity, stomped and ran to the side, and turned out the small brick-red building from the bathroom window at the end of the corridor.

Immediately afterwards, he opened the manhole cover on the side of the street, climbed and fell sharply, and entered the sewer.

Lanwusi seems to be very familiar with this place, even if the surroundings are pitch black, he can run, jump, turn, and quickly escape to the depths of the maze-like sewer.

Suddenly, he instinctively stopped and leaned back.

puff!

A card was inserted deep into his right chest, and blood dripped rapidly from the edge.

Lanevus looked up and saw the attacker with his own dark vision.

It was a man of medium build in a worker's uniform. He wore a mask with a raised mouth and red nose.

That's a happy clown.

The moment their eyes met, Lanwusi suddenly bent over and rolled forward.

when!

A tarot card with the face of angels and horns was like a throwing knife, sharply inserted into the wall of the sewer, and its height was just at the same level as the neck of the previous Lanerus.

when! when! when!

Lanwusi either rolled, leaped sideways, or pounced forward, and avoided the three consecutive cards with extraordinary agility, allowing them to collide violently with the wall, the stone slab, and the cement, making a sound like metal being knocked. echo.

At the same time, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the figure of the man wearing the clown mask closely following him, holding a thick stack of cards in one hand, and dealt the cards skillfully with the other.

The sun with facial features on the paper came into view, Lanwusi put his left hand on the wall, and the whole person leaped into the air, changing direction drastically.

At this moment, he heard a swishing sound, and suddenly there was a sharp pain in his ankle!

Dealt two cards? One lagged slightly, and it was aligned in the direction I was avoiding? Can he predict my movements? Lan Erwusi's heart trembled, and as soon as he landed, he endured the pain and rolled over again.

when!

In his original position, another Tarot card was inserted, a constantly trembling Tarot card.

It wasn't until this time that Lanevus spotted a card deeply embedded in his right ankle. The stars, water bottles and holy water depicted on it had been dyed bright red.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Lanwusi didn't have a chance to think and deal with his injuries at all. One after another, the Tarot cards turned into sharp throwing knives and shot at different parts of his body. JrNovels.com