Uncle Hao's face remained unchanged when he saw this scene. He quickly turned around and the dagger in his right hand slashed fiercely in the direction behind him.

But... it was empty again.

In this way, Uncle Hao, with red eyes, stood on the empty street, wielding the dagger in his hand, thrusting at the surroundings...the air was like an evil ghost crawling out of purgatory.

As time goes by, Uncle Hao's physical strength continues to decrease. After a while, Uncle Hao finally stopped. His back was completely wet with sweat, and the sweat vapor emitted from his body could be vaguely seen in the air around him.

"Ho ho." Uncle Hao held the supernatural dagger with one hand, his face turned red, and he was panting like a big bellows, and it seemed that his physical strength had been completely overdrawn.

"Okay, I've had enough fun, it's time to end." At this moment, Uncle Hao felt a light breeze coming from the left back.

A glimmer flashed in Uncle Hao's eyes, ignoring the messenger's words, and swung his left arm towards the place where the breeze came, feeling that the pen in his hand had pierced into something.

"That's great." A hint of joy flashed in Uncle Hao's eyes. Uncle Hao, who felt that the attack was effective, took a big step forward, then turned his head and looked behind him.

The messenger reached out to the front with one hand, as if he wanted to touch something. Looking at the messenger's hand, Uncle Hao's heart trembled, at this distance... If he had been in the evening for a second, the other party's hand would touch his shoulder.

The messenger looked at Uncle Hao's direction with his eyes wandering, as if he was staring at Uncle Hao, and seemed to have not noticed Uncle Hao at all. Slowly, the expression in the messenger's eyes became more and more confused. He put his outstretched hand back, then lowered his head to his chest, closed his eyes, and then stopped moving, and stood quietly in place.

Uncle Hao looked at the silver-gray pen between the messenger's chest and abdomen, and then looked at the messenger's closed eyes. Uncle Hao grabbed the dagger on his right hand and took a deep breath. He knew that he had only one chance, one chance to kill... the messenger!

Whether a person or stranger is stabbed into the body by a silver-gray pen, it will enter a state of static and sealing. This state is not permanent. On the contrary, this state is very unstable. Once these sealed beings are attacked or hurt by external things, this state will be broken instantly, and these sealed people and stranger will wake up at the first time.

So the opportunity for this attack is very precious!

Uncle Hao looked at the messenger, his eyes full of deep hatred. Uncle Hao held the supernatural dagger in his right arm, raised it high, then pointed it at the messenger's neck and stabbed it hard.

The supernatural dagger is specially developed in the utility room. It is very good in material. Not to mention cutting iron like mud, cutting wood is like playing, and it is as easy as tying paper. Although the messenger's body looks very powerful, it is just a physical body. Without any surprise, the supernatural dagger pierced into the messenger's neck, leaving only the handle of the supernatural dagger exposed outside.

After suffering this severe injury, the messenger suddenly opened his eyes. The next second, the messenger had used his teleportation ability without hesitation, and his body shuttled through the space and moved to the open space a few steps away.

"Cough cough." The messenger covered the wound between his neck with one hand, while the other hand held the body of the silver-gray fountain pen and slowly pulled it out.

The messenger felt the familiar breath on this silver-gray pen, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression seemed very complicated: "This breath is...the breath of law, yes, I did not admit my mistake, this is the breath of law, I didn't expect...this world already has a magical embryo that condenses the breath of law."

"I have been lurking in this world for so many years, and I have never heard any information about these artifact embryos. This is not right, it is too abnormal. Someone blocked my... eyes and ears, who are they? Are they these guys in the utility room?" When I thought of this, the messenger turned his gaze to Uncle Hao's direction.

Before he could ask, Uncle Hao shook his head and denied this idea: "If these guys could do this, they would not be crushed by me so easily. It would be impossible for these ants in the muddy room to do this. Then, is it... the world consciousness resisting me? Ahem, it's interesting."

When the messenger was thinking again, blood was still flowing out from the wound between the messenger's neck, but the speed of blood flowing outward was gradually decreasing at a very obvious speed.

"What if you ants have the help of this world consciousness? A group of ants and a broken world are just a matter of perseverance." The messenger clenched the silver-gray fountain pen in his hand, and then clenched it tightly into a fist.

With a "bang", the pen was cut off by the messenger from the middle. The two pieces of the pen scattered on the ground separately, making two crisp sounds.

"Your world will end soon, and your life... will end here..." The messenger flashed and suddenly appeared in front of Uncle Hao. Before Uncle Hao could react, a blood-stained finger had already poked Uncle Hao's forehead.

When this finger touched his forehead, Uncle Hao's heart trembled. Uncle Hao saw that his world was rapidly turning black, and his consciousness was like a person who was indulging in the deep sea, constantly sinking. In the last moment of losing consciousness, Uncle Hao seemed to see the back of a majestic man.

"Wang Meng, I'll leave all the rest to you." Uncle Hao thought secretly in his heart, and then, the endless "darkness" swallowed him.

At this point, except for the members of the Fifth Squadron who were far away in the federal capital, the rest of the Qingchuan Prefecture utility room were destroyed here.

The messenger looked at Uncle Hao's body and slowly fell to the side. He couldn't help but coughed a few more mouthfuls of blood donation. The messenger looked at the injuries on his body, shook his head, and a trace of black aura slowly appeared on his body.

As this strange black aura emerged, the two wounds between the messenger's chest and abdomen, which were cut by supernatural daggers and silver-gray pens, were recovering rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. Soon, the two wounds between the chest and abdomen returned to their original appearance. Immediately afterwards, the messenger's hand, which was originally covering the wound on his neck, suddenly grabbed the handle of the dagger on his neck.

The messenger had a cluster of eyebrows, and he grabbed the handle of the dagger and pulled out the entire dagger. The moment the messenger pulled out the dagger, the blood hole on his neck disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

All of this is not at all cost. It can be seen that the wrinkles on the messenger's face are obviously much more than ten minutes ago. The whole person looks like he has grown older by twenty years.

The messenger looked at his old body, and his originally straight waist was slowly hunched down. The messenger murmured in a low voice: "Everything is about to end, it's almost over. Soon, I will be able to get rid of the burden of this body."

The messenger patted his lower back, turned his gaze to the building in the distance. The breeze blew, and the messenger's figure had disappeared from the spot.
Chapter completed!