Thank you for lending me your bicycle first. I pushed this passerby away with a fierce Guan Heng, got on his bicycle and started pedaling quickly. He even shouted: I will put the bicycle at the entrance of the cemetery, you can do it yourself.

Take it

Hey, hey, hey, what the hell, isn't my kindness unpaid? It's so unreasonable. The passerby stomped his feet in anger, and could only mutter and curse as he walked forward.

At almost the same time, a fierce battle began in the Mid-Levels Cemetery

Drink, the two swords in Deathstroke's palm crossed each other and slashed violently across the red afterimage in front of him, but the opponent easily dodged it again in an instant.

Huh, Deathstroke Flash was like a straight red laser, and he stopped in front of Slade: I advise you to just surrender, there is no point in trying to defend yourself.

Stop talking nonsense. Slade clenched the weapons in both hands and roared sternly: How many times have I told you, I didn’t take the things. You’ve got the wrong person.

Humph, stop talking nonsense. The Flash shouted sharply: Mr. Deathstroke, the notorious mercenary and killer, you will not appear in Central City for no reason. I want to capture you.

Before he finished speaking, the Flash suddenly turned into a red shadow and rushed towards Slade.

Slade suddenly threw the two knives in his hands towards the Flash's face: "Fuck you"

The Flash was running at extremely fast speed without even trying to dodge. He punched his sword several times in a row, then suddenly rushed to Slade's side and punched him in the ribs.

Uh-huh, Slade groaned in pain. It was obvious that he was seriously injured, but after all, his body was countless times stronger than ordinary people. He endured the pain, and Slade suddenly hit the Flash with his knee in the face.

It was a dream to attack me. The Flash's body shape suddenly changed, and three or four afterimages appeared in an instant. Not only did they avoid Slade's powerful flying knee, but they also swung out a rain of fists and hit him one after another.

Slade's temples and heart

There was a series of loud bangs, and Slade was shaken around by the Flash, making him dizzy. In the end, he couldn't hold on anymore, and his legs gave out and he fell to the ground.

Humph, fight me. The Flash sneered slightly: You are not qualified based on your speed.

In fact, in terms of fighting skills, Deathstroke may not be inferior to The Flash. It's just that he had something on his mind and was unjustly accused of stealing something. He was so angry that he was careless and was knocked unconscious by the Flash's random punches.

Now the only place you should go to is the prison cell. Let's go, Mr. Deathstroke. The Flash picked up the tall Deathstroke without any effort at all. He turned around and turned into a red shadow and disappeared into the night in an instant.

A moment later, Guan Heng arrived at the cemetery on his bicycle. He threw the bicycle away and hurriedly rushed into the gate.

Ah, I'm late. Guan Heng looked at the tombstones all over the ground. They were obviously caused by a fierce fight.

Guan Heng's eyes suddenly narrowed and he saw two long knives stuck sideways next to a tombstone: Well, these are the weapons used by Slade. It seems that he has been captured by the Flash.

Hey, he really deserves to be the Flash Barry Allen. Guan Heng stamped his foot and said: This guy moves too fast.

Damn it! Slade Guan Hengyangtian roared angrily: Don’t worry, I will definitely clear your name and save you.

Hey, who is still making noise here in the middle of the night? A sudden voice suddenly sounded behind Guan Heng: I said boy, you have gone too far, tearing other people’s homes to pieces here.

A red shadow suddenly flashed a few meters in front of Guan Heng, and the man said loudly: Look, this is the tombstone of my old friend, and it was split into three pieces by the knife in your hand.

This is not because I, Guan Heng, held the two swords left by Slade in my hand and didn't let go for a while. I can't explain the reason now. It's really hard to explain.

Because of Guan Heng's stunned attitude, he was immediately regarded as the culprit of destroying the tombstones here. Humph, let's see how I teach you a lesson.

Guan Heng saw that the strength of his punch was mediocre, but the speed was extremely fast. He didn't want to fight with the opponent, so he shouted and retreated.

At the same time, Guan Heng shouted: Wait, I didn’t destroy this place.

Don't try to quibble about the murder weapon being held in your hand. The man moved his fists and was about to continue attacking Guan Heng. However, he suddenly swayed and almost stumbled down. At this time, the man secretly screamed: Uh, I accidentally used it.

I've reached super speed, and my body can't support it anymore.

Hey, it turns out you are Guan Heng. Only then did he see clearly that the other party's body was almost transparent, and looming at this moment was a ghost whose soul was about to collapse.

This person was wearing a red top with a huge yellow lightning pattern printed on it, blue tight jeans underneath, a metal helmet-shaped hat with flying wing-like ornaments on his head, and a pair of red running shoes that also had flying wings.

It looked a bit like the image of Hermes in Greek mythology. Guan Heng murmured to himself, and then asked: Hey, are you okay?

Stop talking nonsense. If I hadn't used my super powers more often, I would have beaten you to pieces. The ghost in red gasped for air: Huhu, it's so inconvenient to be a ghost. After you die, you will be tired after using your super powers once.

Like this

Hey, eat this. Guan Heng suddenly remembered that he was wearing soul-condensing ink. He quickly took it out, broke off a piece, and handed it to the ghost in red: It can consolidate your soul and prevent it from collapsing. Trust me.

Your man looked at the soul-condensing incense in Guan Heng's hand and felt a strange fragrance. He just smelled the fragrance slightly and his spirits were already much better. He hesitated for a few seconds, but when he saw the sincerity on Guan Heng's face,

He reached out and took it and swallowed it.

Hey, this feeling makes the ghost of the man in red feel extremely comfortable after swallowing the incense, and his almost transparent body solidified in an instant.

It’s so amazing. What on earth is this? The ghost of the man in red couldn’t help but blurted out and asked: I haven’t felt so great since I died.

This thing is called Ninghunxiang. Moguan replied with a smile: It is a magical prop that only I can make. It can make ghosts and spirits like you solidify and not easy to collapse.

This soul-condensing incense is really a good thing, not bad, not bad. The ghost in red nodded and praised it. He then said to Guan Heng with some apology: From the fact that you are willing to help me, it does not seem like you are destroying tombstones at will.

People, I misunderstood you

It doesn't matter, by the way, my name is Guan Heng, please tell me your surname. He asked kindly: "I don't know how to call you sir."

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