Gurgle.
The Ghost-Faced King’s head fell to the ground.
Zhao Kongcheng's body swayed and he fell straight down.
Lin Qiye was quick-witted and quick-handed, and he caught Zhao Kongcheng's body steadily. It was not until then that he realized how bad Zhao Kongcheng's physical condition was.
Scratches, bumps, and falls... In Lin Qiye's spiritual perception, his body was densely covered with wounds, and blood flowed out, dyeing most of the rain and mud puddle under him red. He had at least five or six broken bones, and Lin Qiye couldn't imagine how Zhao Kongcheng could stand up with such serious injuries.
The worst thing was that Lin Qiye could clearly sense that Zhao Kongcheng's body was rapidly declining. His vitality was like a fire in the ashes, becoming weaker and weaker...
Lin Qiye sat beside Zhao Kongcheng at a loss, "Your body..."
"Ahem... It's okay, just the aftereffects of forcibly unleashing my potential."
"You'll die if you keep going like this."
"I know."
"It's okay to die?"
"Hehehehe..." Zhao Kongcheng wanted to laugh, but he started coughing up blood halfway through his laugh. "Not a loss, at least I got to experience the Forbidden Ruins before I died, and..."
"And what?"
"And I did it. I swung my sword towards the abyss and stained the sky with blood." Zhao Kongcheng stretched out his hand tremblingly, touched the mud under him, and felt blood on his hand. "With this amount of blood, even if I can't stain the sky, I should be able to stain a piece of the earth."
Lin Qiye was stunned. "But, there are not millions of people behind you. Except for me, no one sees your efforts. Is it worth it?"
Zhao Kongcheng smiled and did not answer.
"Do me a favor."
"you say."
"There's a pack of cigarettes in my pocket. Light them for me."
Lin Qiye fumbled in Zhao Kongcheng's chest pocket for a while, took out a cigarette soaked by rain, and then took out a lighter from his trouser pocket.
Passing the cigarette to Zhao Kongcheng, Lin Qiye stretched out his hand to protect the lighter to prevent it from being exposed to the rain, and pressed it several times.
Snap, snap… snap!
A flame ignited and lit the cigarette in Zhao Kongcheng's mouth.
He took a deep breath and let out a long sigh, as if his whole body was relaxed.
Zhao Kongcheng held a cigarette in his mouth, staring at the gray sky. The rain fell on his face and slid down his cheeks...
"Lin Qiye."
"Um."
"I chopped off the Ghost Face King with one blow. Did you see that?"
"I saw."
The corners of Zhao Kongcheng's mouth couldn't help but rise, he was very happy.
Lin Qiye nodded and was about to say something when suddenly, his whole body shook slightly.
He turned his head stiffly, and saw a burly headless corpse slowly rising from the mud in the distance...
On its body, a pale and strange ghost face was crawling quickly like a parasite, from its legs to its back, and from its back to its chest...
Finally, it grew on the chest of the Ghost Face King.
On the head that had just been severed, the pale ghost face had disappeared without a trace.
Lin Qiye's pupils suddenly contracted!
The Ghost-Faced King...is not dead yet.
The rain is still falling.
Zhao Kongcheng looked up at the sky, still recalling what had just happened, and did not notice the change in Lin Qiye's expression.
"Damn it, I killed the guy that even the captain couldn't kill... Lin Qiye, do you think I'm awesome?"
Lin Qiye was silent for a moment, looked down at Zhao Kongcheng in his arms, and nodded heavily.
"Yeah, that's great!"
"I have made such a great contribution. If I can survive, I will definitely be able to become a general, right?"
"Of course you can." Lin Qiye's eyes were full of determination, "You have to survive!"
"hey-hey."
Zhao Kongcheng seemed to have imagined some scene, and his face was filled with satisfaction.
However, the light in his eyes was gradually fading.
Lin Qiye's hands trembled slightly. He shook Zhao Kongcheng's body and shouted in a low voice:
"Zhao Kongcheng! You haven't become a general yet, you can't die yet!"
Zhao Kongcheng seemed to no longer be able to hear Lin Qiye's voice, and his eyes gradually became blurred... He opened his mouth, and a voice as soft as a mosquito rang out:
"Is he handsome just now?"
"Handsome!" Lin Qiye's lips trembled, and he nodded firmly.
"Very handsome! More handsome than anyone I've ever seen!"
The corners of Zhao Kongcheng's mouth curled up slightly, his eyes slowly closed, and his body relaxed.
Zhao Kongcheng is dead.
Crash...
Lin Qiye sat there in a daze, his eyes blurred by the rain, but his gaze still did not leave Zhao Kongcheng.
Until... the heavy footsteps sounded again.
Lin Qiye pursed his lips, took a deep breath, and slowly sat up from the ground...
He turned around and his eyes fell on the headless corpse of the Ghost Face King in the distance. It seemed as if there was a blazing sun burning in his eyes!
He took two steps forward.
Pull out a straight knife that was inserted diagonally into the ground!
That is Zhao Kongcheng's knife.
Lin Qiye held the knife in his hand and walked towards the Ghost Face King step by step. The rain soaked him, but it could not extinguish the anger in his heart!
And those blazing golden eyes!
The ghost face on the Ghost Face King's body was twisted, as if roaring silently. Its pace was getting faster and faster, and finally it rushed towards Lin Qiye like a staggering giant beast!
The Headless Ghost-Faced King, whose right arm had been cut off by Zhao Kongcheng, could only rely on the sharp claws of his left hand to launch a violent attack!
Lin Qiye held the knife and was always able to guess its attack trajectory as if he had foreseen it, and then he would move aside like lightning to avoid the attack.
He was like a midnight butterfly, fluttering in the biting wind, yet never getting a single leaf on him.
The terrifying dynamic visuals plus the speed bonus of the Starry Night Dancer made Lin Qiye seem like a ghost at this moment.
Lin Qiye dodged the Ghost Face King's attacks more than ten times in a row, raised his hand expressionlessly, and swung his knife fiercely!
This time, his target was not any vital part of the body, but the pale ghost face that lived on the chest of the Ghost Face King!
If he guessed correctly, this ghost face was the true form of the Ghost Face King.
Although Zhao Kongcheng had cut off the Ghost Face King's head before, he did not hurt the ghost face, so the Ghost Face King was able to come back to life!
Lin Qiye's body danced in the gaps between the Ghost Face King's attacks, swinging the straight knife in his hand continuously, slashing at the ghost face again and again.
Although he had a five-fold strength bonus, he still could not cause any actual damage to the Ghost Face King, and could only leave a shallow blood mark.
But that doesn't matter.
If one blow doesn’t kill him, then kill him with ten blows, or a hundred blows!
This time... he was going to chop the Ghost Face King to pieces!
One knife, two knives, three knives...
The Ghost Face King couldn’t touch Lin Qiye, but Lin Qiye could chop the Ghost Face King. Gradually, the wounds on the Ghost Face King’s chest became more and more numerous and bloodier, and his expression became more and more painful!
Soon, the Ghost Face King's attack slowed down.
Lin Qiye's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He seized the opportunity and grabbed the straight knife in his backhand!
Use all your strength and stab the ghost face!
The shrill and piercing howl resounded through the sky!