Dr. Thomas? Came with the Japanese? While I was dealing with Tong Jiefang, I was thinking about the name of this old beauty. I felt that the name was somewhat familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had heard it.

God saw that Tong Jiefang suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a pungent black whirlwind.

"Wushuang, don't be careless about this black wind that eats souls!" Wang Laodao sat on the ground meditating and put his hand on Meihui's head to cast a spell with his true energy. Meihui spat out streams of rotten black blood.

At the critical moment, I subconsciously grabbed a corner of the golden dragon cassock that was protecting me, pulled hard, and hid my head in the cassock. The black energy shrouded me in it, but it was unable to penetrate this treasure given by Lord Shunzhi.

The real dragon in the golden dragon cassock roared angrily, opened its mouth and took a deep breath, sucking all the black mist into its belly and then returned to the cassock.

But covering his head with the golden dragon cassock also blocked his sight. Tong Jiefang struck me with a palm, hitting me right in the chest. My internal organs were instantly cold to the bone, as if I had fallen into a thousand-year ice cave. Even when I exhaled

His breath was filled with ice.

He didn't use much force, but the cold and cold air in his body had begun to invade my body. I wanted to learn from martial arts practitioners and mobilize my true energy to get rid of this cold and cold air with my true energy, but I simply couldn't.

If you don’t have Kung Fu, let alone use luck skills to heal your injuries.

I fell to the ground without even making a sound. My breathing became heavier and heavier. The cold air in my body invaded every corner along my blood vessels. I felt no pain at all while lying on the cold ground.

Looking at the increasingly blurred world with my eyes open, I knew that I was hopeless this time. Neither the golden dragon cassock nor the hanging chain mail could save me.

"Wushuang, hold on!" This was Nalanhong's voice.

"Brothers, please stand up. You are the last generation of the Hai family. You cannot die. Who will take care of Miss Meihui if you die?" This was Nan Haiyue's voice.

"Disciple, please call out the Golden Dragon Soul and let it suck the cold air out of your body! To do your martial arts, you must first use your martial arts and regulate your breathing to stop the invasion of evil spirits!" Although Wang Laodao couldn't get away at all, he still didn't forget to remind me.

"Haha...haha...hum...hum..." My consciousness became more and more blurred, and my heart beat slower and slower. The last thing I heard in the blur was the ferocious faces of countless ghosts surrounding me.

I smiled sinisterly, they were waiting for me, waiting for the demise of my life.

"Tiezi, please open your eyes and look at me! Don't... um..." It was a rat, and the rat had no martial arts skills, but he was still unwilling to give in. Regardless of life and death, he rushed up and hugged my stiff body and ran away.

At that moment, I felt everything that a person has to face when he is dying. I did not give up. I moved my fingers vigorously and tried to clench my fists, but failed. My fingertips remained motionless, even if the mountain locks were attached.

The bone spurs in the armor gloves were so sharp that they were just a pile of scrap metal in my hands. I could feel my pupils dilating little by little, my heart rate gradually slowed down, my breathing stopped, and the world in front of me was unfolding.

It became whiter little by little.

"Shurhaqi...Shurhaqi...Shurhaqi..." A soft and tender voice called the name in the confusion.
Chapter completed!