He Jiamu, who had lost his arms, backed away with a howl. He recovered from the shock. The blow just now was indeed received by Wang Xu. When his sharp claws were about to touch Qi Bing's throat, Wang Xu He shot at almost the same speed as him, and then He Jiamu felt a chill in his shoulder, and his arm was cut off and flew out.
He Jiamu hurriedly retreated to the distant woods and hid. He didn't seem to plan to escape, it seemed that he wanted to wait for an opportunity. After all, Wang Xu and the three were already at the end of their battles, and the outcome was still hard to say.
Master Cat sat down comfortably against the tree, lit a cigarette, and said again as if whining: "Why isn't he dead yet?"
Wang Xu now has a dagger in his hand. It is slightly longer than a dagger. The blade is very narrow. Its body is like a jet-black emerald. Just now, this weapon cut off the werewolf's arm as thick as a tree trunk, and it was a drop of blood. None.
"What's the matter with Wang Xu? Could it be that he has been hiding his strength?" Qi Bing saw that Master Mao was calm, so he didn't intend to go up to chase for the time being, but seized the time to recover his strength, and asked himself at the same time doubts in my heart.
Master Cat laughed straight there: "It should be that he broke through a bottleneck at a critical moment, and that weapon is the proof of his spiritual awareness."
Seeing He Jiamu retreating, Wang Xu didn't catch up, but rushed towards the tide of ghosts. He could tell that these ghosts were just hallucinations, so he directly took the real body of the female ghost.
Wang Xu grabbed the female ghost by the neck from the ghost tide and held her against a tree, pointing the sword in her right hand at her throat, "Woman, if you don't want to be scattered, please give me some peace of mind and keep the ghost land alive." , don't let that werewolf get away, don't hurt my friend."
At this time, the female ghost showed her real body, a woman with long hair covering her face. She seemed to succumb to Wang Xu's threat, nodded, and then retreated into the darkness, and the phantoms around her disappeared like a tide.
After Wang Xu solved the problem of the female ghost, he no longer had to worry about the future. He turned his head and walked towards the messy open space, preparing to clean up He Jiamu slowly.
At this moment, both arms of He Jiamu are broken, and he can no longer use the wind blade he is best at. After all, he is not a Saiyan who can spray shock waves from his mouth. It seems that the only remaining tricks are biting and kicking, but his limbs are mutilated. After the sense of balance changes, his speed is bound to be affected as well.
The biggest problem is the loss of psychological advantage. Among the three, Wang Xu, who was regarded as nothing by He Jiamu, suddenly showed amazing strength. This is an important reason for He Jiamu to hide. This time it might be his own neck that was cut off.
Wang Xu stood in the middle of the open space with a very arrogant look. He did have the capital to be arrogant at the moment. The werewolf, which even the cat master couldn't hit hard, was easily maimed by the black sword in his hand. He listened to the cat master. As I said, when the spiritual consciousness is raised to a certain level, you can get a weapon that belongs to your own soul, so he has been a little carried away to think that he is now a strong man at the same level as Master Cat.
"Hey! Your surname is He! Weren't you crazy when you grabbed Lao Tzu's neck and threw it as a shot put? Why did you change to the obscene route now? Come out and kneel down to admit your mistake and lead me to death. Maybe I'll be in a good mood. Here's to you Leave a whole body!" Wang Xu yelled into the woods: "Oh, right, you don't have any whole body anymore, why don't I kill a dog and bury it with you, that's all work."
Wang Xu scolded He Jiamu unscrupulously there, while Qi Bing shook his head as he listened to it. It is estimated that if Wang Xu went to scold the streets and ask for a battle in the ancient battle of defending the city, they would all come out to fight with you in less than ten minutes. Fight.
He Jiamu absorbed the power brought by the full moon in the woods, and the wounds on his shoulders healed quickly. For him, this kind of injury will not make him permanently disabled, but it will take at least three months to regenerate his hands During this period of time, he needs to constantly forage for human hearts to help recover. Thinking about the future may be quite sad, he hates the three people in front of him even more, and he must kill them tonight!
With a roar, He Jiamu rushed out of the woods and attacked Wang Xu, his speed was far from what it was at the beginning of the battle. And Wang Xu's strength at this moment has improved a lot compared to just now. After he used the Spirit Consciousness Gathering Technique, he was evenly matched with He Jiamu.
Qi Bing was very puzzled by this scene: "Master Cat, there seems to be something wrong with this werewolf. Even though his hands are broken, the injuries will not affect him to such an extent. How come his speed and strength are only the first two? Cheng or so? Now he should have no reason to spare any more energy."
Master Cat only cares about smoking and doesn't bother to watch the fight on the field, "Cut... I think he's too strong, even on a full moon night, it's too exaggerated, how come he's still not dead..." He complained again I said it again, as if it was a miracle that the werewolf was still alive, it was a miracle that he was still able to fight.
Seeing that Qi Bing didn't seem to understand what he meant, Master Mao had no choice but to continue to explain: "Do you remember the first time I cut him in the air?"
Qi Bing nodded. Although Master Cat's movements were so fast that he could barely see them clearly, he still understood He Jiamu's sentence "Only the speed is passable, and being cut on the body is similar to a mosquito bite." At that time, Master Cat must have used surgery. The knife attacked He Jiamu.
"There was another time before I was kicked by him, I was a little more serious that time, in my estimation, he deserved to die the first time, but he could still fight me, so I cut it again The second time, he still had the strength to kick me away." Master Cat puffed out a puff of smoke with a displeased expression on his face, "Later on, he was throwing wind blades at random, abandoning his arms and dodging knives, until It's not dead yet, it's a monster... It's really hard for me to imagine that a thing whose internal organs have been chopped apart by me can still fight hand-to-hand with my stupid employees like it is now."
Qi Bing was shocked when he heard that, the Ripper... So that's what he meant! Those scalpels can cut through the spirit body because Master Cat has a strong spiritual sense, and this technique of directly attacking the internal organs when fighting a werewolf is simply a magical skill! How on earth can such an almost impossible thing be done at that speed!
"Can you understand? As long as the knife is fast enough, you can cut the wound and touch it lightly, and the cut will disappear." Master Mao said in a relaxed tone. Qi Bing had already defined this man as a real monster in his heart.
At this moment, the battle between He Jiamu and Wang Xu has come to an end, and blood gushes out of He Jiamu's mouth. Even if the werewolf's resilience is strong, the broken internal organs cannot heal as quickly as external wounds, so He Jiamu had already lost a long time ago. Even if he chose to escape just now, he would definitely not survive tonight.
Wang Xu gradually gained the upper hand, and his sword left new wounds on He Jiamu's body. The werewolf has given up biting and kicking now, and can only dodge, but even so, he is gradually exhausted. The fate of death has come irrevocably, it is only a matter of time.
Wang Xu's elbow hit the werewolf's body, and the severe pain came from He Jiamu's body. He knelt on the ground and foamed continuously from his mouth. Wang Xu's sword slashed at He Jiamu's neck, and he couldn't dodge the blow. The werewolf closed his eyes and waited for the last moment. He hated it, he hated these ghost hunters, he hated In this world, he hates himself...
But He Jiamu's head didn't fly up, Wang Xu's sword rested on his neck, Wang Xu just stood there looking at him, but didn't intend to do anything.
"What do you mean! Aren't you going to kill me? Why! What else do you want from me!" He Jiamu roared angrily, blood was flowing from his wolf's mouth, and even a loud roar made him feel so much pain that he would rather die.
"Oh, I just said that I wanted to kill you just to lure you out. It was he who wanted to kill you, not me." Wang Xu pointed to Master Mao and Qi Bing who came behind him, "I have always been this person. It’s well-known for doing things according to the principle of self-defense, if you don’t believe me, you can ask around.”
"Don't worry about it, you've never killed anyone before, so why don't you do it?" Master Mao was still looking lazy, his injury was already half healed, and he didn't know what kind of panacea he was smoking.
"Ha! Hahahaha! Are you ghost hunters going to fight? Hahahaha!" He Jiamu laughed wildly, "When I was twelve years old, my parents were killed by ghost hunters, on such a night , they were killed right in front of me, I escaped like a dog and jumped off a cliff to survive. What did my parents do! What right do you have to kill them! Who gave you the right!"
"Werewolves will be controlled by instinct to kill and eat their hearts. Ghost hunters do this only to protect innocent people." Qi Bing replied with a still cold expression.
"Innocent? Who is innocent in this world? Is it wrong for me to be a werewolf? Is this my choice? Humans are innocent when they eat other animals, and werewolves are born to eat people. Is this a sin?"
He Jiamu wailed. He had lived a fugitive life since he was a child, and his parents were brutally killed in front of him, which made him very afraid of ghost hunters. He had never had a peaceful sleep in these years, as if he was in his sleep at any time. will be hunted by others. He wishes he was a normal person so his parents wouldn't be killed so he wouldn't have to eat people. But the wolf's blood made him crazy. He once devoured the old man who took him in uncontrollably. When he woke up, he looked at the corpse on the ground and vomited for a whole day.
As time goes by, He Jiamu can only succumb to his fate. He tries to kill as little as possible, keeps exiled in various places, and does not make any friends, because he is afraid that one day his friends will be eaten. For him, life is only escape. and pain...
Until that night when he saw Master Cat, he knew that the ghost hunter had finally found him. He hated these people and wanted revenge. Although he was afraid of this day coming, he was always ready to meet it. His tricks He has been tempered for a long time, and to him tonight is the time for revenge. He wants to make ghost hunters fear him, and let them taste the pain of their companions being killed in front of their eyes.
But now He Jiamu realized that even if he killed the three people in front of him, he would only suffer more.
"He Jiamu, I hope you understand that when we take other people's lives, we all have the consciousness of being killed by others." Master Mao took a deep breath of cigarettes: "If we are killed by you tonight, we will not be killed." There will be any resentment, to put it bluntly, it is what we ask for. Ghost hunters are not Buddhas, and we cannot make all living beings equal in this world. We only protect those innocent people. Those people have no consciousness of death, and we have no obligation to sacrificed to your tragic fate."
"Have you never killed anyone against your conscience!" This was He Jiamu's last question.
Master Cat laughed loudly: "Maybe I'm luckier than you."
He Jiamu also laughed after hearing this. He suddenly felt that death was not so terrible. Living was already too tiring for him. He needed rest, redemption, and death!
From the time he gave up repenting for his cannibalism, from the time he succumbed to fate, he has lost his so-called consciousness, and has become a pitiful person who blames everyone and everyone. He has already lost his fight against his own destiny. Just relief.
Wang Xu's sword swung down, and He Jiamu's head fell to the ground. Tears flowed from the werewolf's eyes. Wang Xu didn't give He Jiamu a chance to speak again. His laughter had already told Wang Xu everything. Whether it's a werewolf or a werewolf, maybe it's already doomed to end like this...
The moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival is still so beautiful and bright, and there seems to be a roar in the night sky. This voice comes from the depths of the wolf's soul, and this voice always tells their desolate and lonely fate...
Volume 2 Nightmare Phantom
Everything in this world will change, so those who persist in their beliefs are more tragic