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Chapter 150 Pink Gas

"Brother Cheng, what shall we do now?"

Gong Yanling suddenly expanded her tactics, not only to deal with Shen Xiu, but also included their "allies" as well.

Although he was very annoyed at Han Mingsheng's collusion with the bishop of the old sect in private, at this time those "doglegs" still had to pin their hopes on their "Brother Sheng" to communicate with him.

Otherwise, they would have to die here without waiting to return to the Bureau of Strange Affairs.

Han Mingsheng didn't expect Gong Yanling's lack of "morality" like this.

With a dark face, Han Mingcheng glared at Gong Yanling who had changed his appearance, and shouted:

"Gong Yanling, what do you want to do!"

At this time, Gong Yanling's beige windbreaker had already turned into strips of cloth, hanging on her body and fluttering in the wind.

Her whole body was nearly twice as bloated as before, especially her head and neck, which were as thick as her body, showing a snow-white color.

Gong Yanling, who looked like a snow-white silkworm chrysalis, suddenly let out an insane laugh:
"Hahaha! What do I want to do? Don't you know what I want to do?"

While talking, some cracks appeared on the "Silkworm Chrysalis".

A strange sweet smell floated out from inside, and at the same time, the earth suddenly calmed down, and even the weird vines all over the ground gradually faded away, gathering towards Gong Yanling, surrounding her in the center.

Realizing that Gong Yanling planned not to leave him alive, Han Mingsheng couldn't help but feel his heart tighten, and said quickly:

"Gong Yanling, if I die here, my uncle won't let you go, why don't you let me go, I don't know anything about what happened today, if my uncle has any actions against your Eternal Life Society in the future, I will I'll let you know as soon as possible, how about it?"

The weird sweet smell gradually diffused, showing a faint pink color in the air, which looked quite harmless to humans and animals, but seeing this pink gas gradually approaching, Han Mingsheng and others felt chills in their hearts without exception. , subconsciously backed away.

"Bishop Gong, as long as you don't kill me, I promise you anything."

Gong Yanling's indifference caused Han Mingsheng to completely lose his bottom line. He looked at Gong Yanling who could no longer be regarded as a human being with a pleading face, and almost knelt down for him.

The "doglegs" around had never seen such a humble "Brother Sheng", and they were shocked by him even in danger.

What shocked them even more was that Han Mingsheng didn't seem to intend to "rescue" them together, and only cared about his own life.

This time, one of the "doglegs" couldn't bear it anymore, regardless of the person in front of him being their "protective umbrella", turned his face completely, and cursed loudly:
"Fucking Han Mingcheng, I've been on the saddle for you for so long, and that's how you treat me? I can't live, and you don't even want to see the sun tomorrow."

Before he finished cursing, he stabbed at him with the dagger hidden in his sleeve.

Han Mingsheng couldn't beat Shen Xiu, and couldn't beat Gong Yanling, but he was still very oppressive to this former "dog leg".

Although his back was facing the opponent, he precisely grasped the opponent's hand holding the dagger just before the dagger stabbed him, and twisted his backhand.

Hearing a "crack", Han Mingsheng wringed off the man's entire arm.

The "dog leg" betrayed him, and Han Mingsheng didn't show mercy any more. He held down the severed arm, and walked behind the man, kicking him hard.

The investigator who "abandoned the light and turned to the dark" was instantly kicked out and crashed into the pink gas that was gradually filling in.

Han Mingcheng glanced at Gong Yanling who still didn't say a word, knowing that the other party had already made up his mind to kill everyone present, so he didn't mention letting him go anymore, and gave the remaining few people a warning He stared fixedly at the "betrayer" who fell into the pink gas.

After the man landed on the ground, he waited for a few seconds before getting up tremblingly holding his hands.

It seemed that the fall was not light, the man shook his head, looked around, and slowly stood up.

"Is it alright?"

Shen Xiu, who was "watching a show" on the tree, was a little surprised when she saw this scene.

Like Han Mingsheng and others, the first time he saw this pink breath, his intuition told him that this thing is not a good thing.

Gong Yanling spent so much effort to come up with this kind of thing, if it was just to scare them, it would definitely be a lie.

This thing must be some kind of killer weapon for her.

But now that guy didn't do anything after entering the gas, which made Shen Xiu start to think about it.

While Shen Xiu was thinking wildly, the man under the tree started to walk slowly towards Han Mingcheng and the others.

"You still want to do something?" Shen Xiu secretly said.

Han Mingsheng's actions are enough to make anyone angry.

Although he and the "doglegs" got what they needed, those "doglegs" helped him do so many things no matter what.

There is no credit or hard work.

But in order to save his own life, this man surnamed Han turned a blind eye to these people who "worked as dogs" for him, it was simply too inhuman.

Fortunately, there was only one person who couldn't help but do something to Han Mingcheng. Shen Xiu put herself in the situation and thought that if it were him, it would be the same.

The "betrayer" was easily suppressed by Han Mingcheng, and it seemed that the rest of the "doglegs" were suppressed. They did not dare to act rashly, but gathered together and stayed away from Han Mingcheng.

At this time, they saw that the "betrayer" still wanted to take revenge on Han Mingsheng even though he was seriously injured, and they couldn't help but feel a little bit sad.

A few people secretly exchanged a look, as if they had reached an agreement, showing a touch of firmness, and then looked down in silence.

The "betrayer" walked very slowly, so slow that he had to stop for a few seconds after taking a step.

If it wasn't for the fact that he was within the range of the pink gas, Han Mingsheng would have wanted to go there immediately and deal with that guy directly.

Han Mingcheng was also surprised that the pink gas didn't kill the "betrayer" immediately, but he still didn't dare to touch that thing, and could only wait for that person to come out by himself.

Gong Yanling seems to like this kind of "rebellion in the nest" drama very much, and the pair of organs that can also be called eyes bend slightly, as if smiling.

The speed at which the pink gas diffused also dropped by two-thirds, and she seemed to have made up her mind to wait until "dog eats dog" was over before continuing.

Han Mingsheng stood silently on the spot, his hand hanging by his side clenched into a fist, waiting for the "betrayer" to walk out of the range of the pink gas before giving the final blow.

However, no one expected that just before the person was about to step out of the gas range, he stopped suddenly.

Everyone present could clearly see that his face suddenly changed, and he smiled foolishly, as if he had seen something he dreamed of.

Then, without any warning, the man stuffed his fist into his mouth desperately, thrusting it down his throat with all his strength, but he still had that silly smile on his face.

Gradually, the entire fist was stuffed into the mouth, then the wrist, and then the forearm.

Just when the man's jaw was stretched open, his entire forearm was already in his mouth, and his elbow was about to follow, he suddenly stopped moving.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression of enjoyment suddenly changed into a look of horror, as if something he had dreamed of had turned into something extremely terrifying.

Then he whimpered twice, then died of breathlessness.

This weird and frightening scene immediately frightened everyone in the field, even Zhou Cheng, who was far away from the battlefield, felt a faint sense of fear in his heart.

Is this the method of the old school bishop?
Zhou Cheng calmed down, his eyes turned to the pink gas that had begun to accelerate again, and a thought gradually emerged in his mind:
"Could this be the 'secret' of the Eternal Life Society?"

(End of this chapter)