Chapter 319 Corpse Explosion

"Bingo, your name is famous among the red gloves. Although the mission target is not you, I don't mind picking you up by the way." In the wind and snow, the muscular man looked coldly at Bingo, who was standing quietly. White mist emerged from his body due to the high-speed movement. Bingo wiped the snow from his single eye and spoke indifferently.

"Overconfidence costs lives, dear fool."

"Huh..." As soon as he finished speaking, an irregular ripple appeared in the wind and snow, and a mysterious thread like ripples suddenly crossed over.

"Hehe..." The muscular man opposite took a look and showed his dark teeth. He picked up a tombstone with his backhand and smashed it over.

"Boom..." The strange rippled silk thread collided with the tombstone in mid-air. The stone tablet was cut into pieces by the thread and flew out. The strange thread continued to draw towards the muscular man.

"Huh..." The muscular man roared when he saw it. As the ground beneath his feet shook, he flew into the sky and avoided the thread.

"Look here..."

It was as if Bingo already knew the muscular man's avoidance method. His nimble fingers danced quickly, and seven or eight transparent wind blades flew past early.

"Impossible, why did you react so quickly?" Seeing the flying transparent wind blade muscle man's expression changed, he exclaimed. He originally wanted to avoid it, but there was no place in the air to use force, so he had no choice but to avoid it.

"ah……"

With a scream, the muscular man was split into pieces by the wind blade and fell to the ground.

"Gululu..." Scarlet snowflakes all over the sky floated to the ground. Half of the muscular man's head rolled out a red path on the ground and rolled in front of Camus. When Camus took a look, he saw that the muscular man's head was neatly wrapped. After cutting it open, the brain inside had already been thrown out during the falling process, leaving only an empty head covered with blood. Smelling the smell of blood in the air, Camus raised his head slightly and looked at Bingo.

"It seems that you are better than I thought. When did you come?" Seeing the deep shoe prints under Camus' feet, Bingo felt a little touched. It seemed that Mr. Conan had already solved his opponent and was in the process. Watching his own battle from the sidelines, which lasted no more than 5 minutes, was really terrifying.

"Just here, are you the Redeemer?" Camus smiled indifferently, looked at the minced meat on the ground and said strangely, "What a noble name the Redeemer has, and why is his fighting style so bloody?"

"We redeem ourselves, not others." Bingo said indifferently, Camus raised his eyebrows and exhaled.

"Are the Red Gloves the killer organization you belong to?"

"Yes, these two people should be from the Red Gloves. It seems that you have been put on a bounty by Saruman. You are really unlucky. You will be much more dangerous than me next." Bingo did not deny the fact that he was a member of the Red Gloves. , he pointed at the minced meat on the ground and spoke quietly, showing a helpless expression.

"You mean they'll still send killers?"

"No... they will conduct another assessment and increase the bounty to the employer. If the employer is willing to increase the gold coins, you will face more powerful killers. Believe me... those high-level killers are not so easy to deal with."

"Oh... maybe." Kamius shrugged upon hearing this. For him, if he can't beat him, he can hide. No matter how powerful the killer is, what's the matter? Can you find yourself?

"Eh..." At this moment, Camus suddenly saw a blood-stained metal sheet falling in the wind and snow, and he squatted down curiously.

"Don't move... If I were you, I wouldn't touch the body of any killer, even if it's already broken into pieces. These desperadoes can do anything." Seeing Camus's face on the ground Interested in the leftover items, Bingo gave a faint reminder, and Kamuo took a few steps back upon hearing this.

"What do you mean you can't touch the body?"

Bingo glanced at Camus, his eyes narrowed slightly, he raised his index finger and swiped lightly, only to see that the corpse in the wind and snow suddenly gave off a stench and was rapidly decaying.

"This is the flesh and blood magic of the Rose Sect. It will emerge from the flesh and blood of the host after it dies. Its toxicity can at least kill an adult instantly. The activation condition is vitality of flesh and blood or magic power." Hearing his words Kamius was reminded that he was frightened for a while. Fortunately, he didn't touch the Sequence 1 body just now, otherwise Bingo would see his own body now.

Thinking of this, Camus found a dead branch from the snow. He carefully picked out the fast metal piece. Bingo didn't stop him at first sight. He also walked over and looked at the metal sign on the ground.

"He is the greedy disaster star. There are many pleasure seekers in Billin City who believe in him. He represents the ultimate joy and desire. We have been checking their traces, but these people are so good at hiding." Only the metal plate was seen. There was a pink octopus painted on it, which was exactly the same as the Greedy Catastrophe Star that he had seen before. Kamuo's eyes narrowed, and old and new hatreds came together. It seemed that Greedy Catastrophe Star also had a large group of believers in Bilin City.

"I wonder if we should return the favor?" After a while, Camus touched his chin and spoke in a lower tone. Bingo smiled meaningfully upon hearing this.

"It will take some time for Red Glove to react. Maybe we really have to give gifts." After saying this, Bingo held his single eye, shook the snow off his body, and turned to leave.

Kamiao looked at the flesh, blood and internal organs on the ground and shrugged, looking deeply in the direction of the club.

In the club, Saruman was walking back and forth uneasily. There were a few sweat stains on his head because of his uneasiness. He grabbed a young girl's face and roared loudly.

"Get out." The girl in the club had a look of relief in her eyes when she heard it. She walked out quickly, leaving Saruman alone in the room.

"Hehe..." Seeing the girl go out, Saruman could no longer control himself. He trembled and collapsed to the ground, and gray liquid flowed out of his mouth and nose.

"Desire..." Saruman's veins popped up, and he quickly took out a pink handkerchief from his pocket and covered his nose.

"Hiss..." Saruman greedily pressed the handkerchief on his face, and then showed an obsessed look.

"Great Queen of Purity, your smell guides my actions. Please look at your loyal servant and give me unlimited pleasure." After saying this, Saruman took a deep breath, and the handkerchief on his face was sucked into his mouth. He immediately fell to the ground with convulsions on his limbs.

"Hehe..." Saruman's eyes gradually became confused, and he smiled foolishly, as if he had seen something beautiful.

"Tsk tsk tsk... The noble Earl Saruman is in this state." Just when Saruman was happy, he suddenly heard a teasing voice from the table. Saruman immediately came back to his senses and turned around to see the eldest son of the Born family looking at him with a teasing face.

"Who gave you the courage? How did you get in?" Seeing that it was him, Saruman wiped his nose, revealed a strong majesty, and scolded the young man.

"Tsk tsk... snap..." The young man heard it and casually hit and snapped his fingers. Saruman suddenly felt that his breathing became more and more difficult. He blushed and breathed everywhere. He covered his neck and looked at the indifferent young man, struggling to speak.

"Who... are you?"

"Huh... didn't you find someone to kill me just now?" Camus did not return to his original appearance. Instead, he sat on a high-back chair and looked at Saruman with a smile.

"It's... you" Because of the difficulty in breathing, bloodshot appeared in Saruman's eyes. He grasped his cane and tremblingly took out a bottle from his arms. His pupils became deeper and deeper.

"You shouldn't... come" Saruman's mouth opened exaggeratedly, and his eyes seemed to be as chilling as the endless abyss. He smashed the bottle, and hundreds of nightmares suddenly filled the whole room like a black wave. The light around him suddenly dimmed. Feeling the cold beside him, Camus took out a cigarette from his arms and lit it.

"Go to hell..." Seeing that Camus was still so indifferent, Saruman covered his chest and opened his mouth fiercely. Because he couldn't breathe air for a long time, his heart was on the verge of failure.

"Do you know what this is?" Looking at the nightmares that pounced on him like locusts, Camus turned his fingertips to reveal a small mirror and spit out the smoke in his mouth.

"I have sealed all the sinful souls in the name of the source of nothingness." Camus' eyes showed a frightening red and blue light. Looking at the red and blue eyes in the smoke, Saruman's eyes shrank and he knelt on the ground.

"Ka Ka... Dong Dong..." All the furniture in the room trembled, and a chilling black hole appeared in the mirror in Camus's hand. Those overwhelming nightmares were sucked into the mirror like a tornado. Saruman watched all this with his own eyes. He finally knew what sequence this enemy was. He was a sequence two path, a stage two faceless man, but he knew it too late.

"Enter the dream, damn bastard, enter my dream." Saruman spat out a mouthful of black blood unwillingly. He cursed Camus and completely turned into a nightmare and rolled towards Camus. Camus suddenly felt that the surroundings were dark, and he immediately came to the dark nightmare world. Just when the passage was closed, Camus spoke in a low voice.

"Great source of nothingness, please give me the right to use the mirror, seal Saruman's soul, and banish his soul to the endless mirror world."

"No..." Saruman, who had not yet integrated with the environment, suddenly saw two pairs of white arms appear in the mirror in Camus's hand. They ignored all barriers and grabbed him tightly.

"No... This is the nightmare world, this is the most powerful." Saruman was unwilling to be grabbed by the pale arms. He screamed madly, but no matter how he struggled, the white arms in the mirror grabbed it tightly like handcuffs and pulled him into the dark mirror world.

"You are the king of the nightmare world, I am the master of all souls in the world, no matter how powerful the nightmare is, he is still a soul."

In the real world, Camus opened his eyes and looked at the mess on the ground and smiled lowly.

"The Faceless One is indeed stronger than the Makeup Artist. I can forcefully seal some weak souls. The Makeup Artist's power may have started from the second stage." As he spoke, Camus's face moved quickly and turned into the appearance of Saruman. He picked up the cane on the ground. At this moment, he saw a woman who looked extremely charming on the pink handkerchief on the ground. Camus silently memorized the appearance of this person and turned to open the door.

As soon as Camus opened the door, he saw a group of extraordinary people standing at the door. It seemed that the extraordinary people inside the club rushed over after hearing the noise. They also saw the messy room and immediately asked.

"Mr. Saruman? What's going on?"

"Experiment with extraordinary abilities? Is there a problem?" Camus spoke in a flat tone. The extraordinary people looked at each other and didn't speak. Seeing that they didn't speak, Camus spoke lightly.

"If it's okay, I'm leaving. Please make way. As he spoke, he closed the door."

"I will send someone to clean up here, and I will also compensate. I don't want you to see everything inside."

Seeing that Camus had really left, the extraordinary people looked at each other. Since they had seen that Saruman was fine, it didn't matter, and they dispersed at once.

"Tap tap..." Camus's footsteps became more and more hurried. He didn't forget that Saruman's real body was still in the room, not to mention that his clothes were wrong. When they found out about the problem, he would be finished.

In the blink of an eye, Camus walked out of the door. The carriage of the Saruman family saw him coming out and immediately pulled over. In order not to let people suspect Camus, he immediately got on the carriage and spoke hurriedly.

"Go to the Crimson Street."

"Sir, you have an appointment with Mrs. Roy." The driver reminded Camus, and Camus pretended to be angry.

"Say it again, go to the Crimson Street."

"Oh... Mrs. Roy will make trouble for you. Since you insist so much, then go." As if Camus's angry tone had lost its effect, the driver said lightly and quickly pulled the carriage into the wind and snow.