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Tan Wenbin is feeling very distressed right now, he is still weeping for those children he never possessed but has already lost.
Originally, he was following orders, guarding the entrance of the white-topped canopy.
Then, the canopy was blown away, and as the guard, he suddenly found himself without a door to guard.
He saw Brother Xiao Yuan lying on top of that blood-drenched monster, digging his hands into the monster’s eyes. He wanted to go up and help, but the monster was simply too ferocious; a casual swipe of its arm could create gusts of wind, and its stomps would leave deep pits in the ground.
Tan Wenbin felt that if he got any closer, and was grazed by the monster, he would instantly turn into a pile of mush.
Imdiately after that, the people from the circus woke up, and Tan Wenbin prepared himself for a group fight.
Then the Array took effect, trapping each of these people in their place, unable to leave.
Tan Wenbin struck a pose for nothing, and could only watch Yuanzi continue to play the role of a Spanish matador while shedding tears alone in the wind.
He was even thinking, after this damn situation was over, how would he describe his contributions to Run Sheng and Yin ng?
Tell them that he only smashed a jar?
Fortunately, fate did not let his tears go in vain.
Tan Wenbin saw a figure staggering in from the outside.
It was Sister Rou.
Her face was covered with slap marks, her lip was split, and blood flowed from her nose.
Compared to the others in the circus, she was truly harsh on herself, breaking through the influence of the Array in such an extre way and entering here.
Unfortunately, she didn’t know how to operate an Array, including her grandma; they would only imitate the designs given in a dream by "Granny Yu."
Primarily, they used this thod during their performances to kidnap, and the parents of the lost children would groggily return ho by themselves, forgetting where they had been and what they had done that day.
Li Zhiyuan had noticed the level of their Array when he watched them set up the performance canopy in the afternoon, which is why he unceremoniously set up the Array right at their doorstep.
Upon seeing the bloody body spinning and howling in place like a mad beast, Sister Rou’s eyes were filled with rage.
Originally, according to the schedule, success was not far off, and she would receive a blessing from "Granny Yu" just like her own grandma had.
But to her surprise, most of the effort she had put in tonight was in vain, aning that even if she wanted to start over, she would have to tread the sa path her grandma had taken over the past decades.
She didn’t want to, she was unwilling, she was still young, and she didn’t want to end up like her grandma!
Sister Rou noticed the young man above.
"Is it you?"
She was ready to step forward and pull down the young man, because "Granny Yu," for so unknown reason, could only spin painfully in place, completely ignoring the young man on her.
"Humm!"
A Yellow River Shovel blocked Sister Rou’s path.
Tan Wenbin, while crying, said:
"Wooo... woman... your opponent... is ."
As soon as his crying voice faded,
Tan Wenbin didn’t wait for a response from her, and directly swung the shovel at her.
Sister Rou dodged by leaning her body aside and bracing her hands on the ground.
Tan Wenbin swung the shovel horizontally again.
Sister Rou sprang up on the spot, dodging the shovel, and at the sa ti, lunged towards Tan Wenbin.
Tan Wenbin raised the shovel to block her, but just as he lifted it, the edge of the shovel was grabbed by the woman’s left hand.
She lifted the shovel head, then advanced down the handle with her shoulder, her right hand clenched in a fist, aiming a blow at Tan Wenbin’s face.
Tan Wenbin retreated while simultaneously pressing a chanism on the handle of the shovel.
At the shaft of the shovel, sharp saw teeth appeared.
"Pfft..."
Sister Rou’s shoulder was pierced, and she froze in place.
The Yellow River Shovel was a precisely engineered multifunctional assembly tool, with many clever tricks for use. Run Sheng could wield it to strike people directly, using brute force to overco cunning, but Binbin had thoroughly read the design manual written by Brother Yuanzi.
However, the wound was not deep. As Sister Rou grabbed the shovel with one hand, she raised her leg and kicked at Tan Wenbin.
Tan Wenbin intended to pull and saw open a larger wound, but the woman’s strength was formidable; he could not budge the shovel in the least despite exerting all his strength.
Seeing her kicking foot approaching, he had no choice but to let go of the shovel and stumbled back, falling to the ground in a most ungraceful manner.
After all, although Sister Rou wasn’t as formidable as her grandma, she also followed Granny Yu’s path; such a person was beyond the realm of an ordinary martial artist.
In the end, she would beco like her current granny: neither human nor ghost.
Sister Rou pulled the shovel out from her shoulder, ignoring the wound. She swung the shovel, preparing to strike down Tan Wenbin, sprawled on the ground.
Just then, Tan Wenbin reached into his pocket, grabbed a handful, and flung it at her, imdiately creating a cloud of white.
Sister Rou, shocked, dodged to the side.
As it touched her wound, a piercing pain followed.
"Li?"
Tan Wenbin didn’t feel the slightest bit guilty. As an ordinary person facing a group of monsters, couldn’t he find so ans to defend himself?
"Go to hell!"
Sister Rou let out a furious shout, her shovel piercing through the white haze, but as she was about to strike, she halted in her tracks.
Because the young man who had stood up in front of her was now holding a handgun aid right at her.
"Uh-uh... Don’t move... If you move, I’ll shoot... Uh-uh..."
Sister Rou’s eyes focused on the direction of the gun muzzle.
Then, pressing down, she lifted the Yellow River Shovel in front of her as the gun muzzle pointed downward too.
Imdiately thereafter, her face showed a look of pain, as bones throughout her body dislocated to gain a mont of explosive power.
Tan Wenbin only saw a blur before the woman vanished, then she reappeared right in front of him.
Fuck!
With such ghostly speed, the gun was only good for shooting oneself!
At this mont, Binbin experienced what his father had felt when shooting at Lin Shuyou.
Back then, without facing a direct confrontation or engaging in Divination, Lin Shuyou could rely on the intrinsic reactions of a martial artist to dodge bullets. If he engaged in Divination and decided on a frontal attack, whether or not Officer Tan was ard with a service weapon was truly insignificant.
Tan Wenbin didn’t have ti to turn the gun before he felt a force squeeze his wrist, forcing him to release the gun, following which he was kicked away and fell to the ground.
Sister Rou snatched the handgun, turned around, and aid the gun barrel at the center of Tan Wenbin’s forehead.
"Bang!"
"Ah!"
Tan Wenbin scread, a yellow plastic ball dropped from his forehead, leaving a small red mark.
Sister Rou stared incredulously at the gun muzzle.
A toy gun?
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