Noon, September 17, 110th year of the Red Lebanese Federation calendar.
The train was made up of yellow and black carriages, with steel wheels bumping on the rails and sparking sparks when turning. It was inevitable that steam would come out of the gaps in the carriage where the power furnace was located.
A long upward white mist was dragged in the air, like the wings of a yellow and black steel snake, dancing and floating.
This train from Beiliu County in the east to Xiaer County in the north departed at 6 a.m. on the 17th and was expected to arrive at its final destination in four days. The last window of the eighth carriage from the front had its white curtains open, letting in a slight breeze.
A man with shining blond hair and a face between that of a young man and a teenager had his eyes closed and seemed to be taking a nap in his seat.
A long time passed.
The train gradually turned, and the golden sunlight brought warmth to the man. The light in mid-September was not as harsh as in midsummer, but rather soft and comfortable. The air flow brushed across the ends of his hair, revealing his smooth forehead with a shallow cross-shaped indentation. He looked sacred.
The scene of the young boy bathing in the light is inexplicably harmonious and beautiful.
His eyelashes trembled slightly, and Kaxiu opened his eyes. The originally soft and holy aura of a beautiful boy was destroyed. When he closed his eyes, his drooping eyebrows stretched out, revealing a sharp and cold arc. A dangerous red light flashed in his eyes.
The balance of the three major mental methods was suppressed and restored again.
Since he accidentally broke through the thirteenth acupoint of the Nandou Hongjiu Fist a week ago, his mental state has been briefly affected by the killing personality. Occasionally, when he walks and thinks, a violent and murderous aura will surge in his heart. His muscles are in an excited state, and he wants to find someone to fight.
But fortunately, Kaxiu was still able to control this level of influence and would not go into a rampage like last time.
However, it is not a good thing to have such a dangerous hidden danger hidden all the time. No one knows when this bomb will explode. Therefore, it is very necessary to obtain other Nandou secrets. Use Nandou Yinshe Fist to counterbalance Nandou Hongjiu Fist.
Use the cold personality to fight against the murderous personality.
Hopefully, all subsequent actions go smoothly.
Kaxiu took a breath of the fragrance of the grass outside the window and regained his sense of the situation in his body. His spirit and physique were strong and balanced, and there was a sense of vitality and strength in the deepest part of his body. Every inch of muscle under his skin was as hard and tough as steel wire.
Also, the third gland kidney in the waist and abdomen that was drained by the battle has recovered during this period of time. Kaxiu estimated that it would take a few more days.
Generally speaking, it takes about ten days to recover from a kidney explosion, and you can have another explosion after ten days.
In addition, this is the case when the body recovers normally and autonomously.
If life vibration energy is used, the recovery process will be greatly accelerated. But Kaxiu did not do this, mainly to find out the recovery time of the kidneys under normal conditions.
He needs to understand every bit of information about his body and grasp the details of every trump card, so as not to make wrong judgments in dangerous situations, which would lead to a bad outcome.
While thinking, Kaxiu glanced at the information in the upper right corner.
It was the abbreviated symbol of a pendant, with a narrow thermometer-like scale next to it. The pendant was a legendary antique ivory pendant, representing the obsession of the original owner, Levi.
Up to now, Levi has three stages in his life, and Kaxiu has gone through all of them. The pendant emits a faint golden light, which means that Kaxiu can choose to end this time of regression directly and bring all the power back to reality. But it is clear that he will not do so for the time being.
The scale next to the pendant indicates the time he can stay in the past. Considering the additional time he can stay in the past due to the blood of those who participated in the war of extermination killed by Kaxiu, he can now stay in the past for more than 160 days.
That's just over five months.
During these one hundred days, Kaxiu will devote all of his efforts to the plan of acquiring the Nandou Yinshe Fist. As long as he can obtain the Nandou Secret Transformation, then the remaining time will be worthwhile.
Sitting in his seat, Kaxiu briefly reviewed the issues he needed to think about during this period. He emptied his mind again and fell into a rare state of laziness. He relaxed his body and leaned against the backrest.
The wind outside the train brushed past my temples and ears. It was not as sharp as a knife in the winter, nor as fiery as the scorching summer wind. The current airflow was just right, like a 37-degree Celsius hand, gently touching my face with warmth.
Kaxiu now inexplicably felt relaxed, perhaps because the three stages of obsession with the Wind Ivory Pendant were finally over, or perhaps because he finally helped Levi get his revenge.
Or it is more like the life and journey that I have personally experienced has passed a stage, and I have to say goodbye to the scenery and people I met along the way.
after all.
Levi's teacher is also Kashu's teacher.
From the beginning to the end, he was not a spectator, but a participant, a participant who had already brought in emotions.
After opening his eyes again, Kaxiu slowly raised his hand. The white air currents on his palms flew between his fingers like spirits.
Smart and lively, with a light taste.
Blue Wind Airflow, the last legacy of the teacher. When he was practicing the Nandou Red Eagle Fist, he created a style of Red Mist Finger Gun.
Blue wind airflow, bloodthirsty ripples, and the secret technique of finger spear. Together, they form a unique killing skill that is one of the three killing moves of Kaxiu's Red Eagle Fist, along with the other two moves, Hundred Palms and Thousand Hands and Blood Spear.
However, this is not a repair and development of the incomplete secret art of Blue Wind Airflow. Kaxiu's previous realm could not reach the level he wanted, but now it is enough. He plans to spend time and energy to completely perfect the Blue Wind Airflow when he returns to the real world, and raise it from the level of secret art to the level of secret martial arts.
Kaxiu has this confidence.
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September 21, 9 am, the weather is clear.
A train pulled into the station in Mingshan, Shire County, and tourists in various outfits walked out of the carriages. There were couples holding hands, a family with smiles on their faces, and one or two tour groups of more than ten people left under the guidance of a tour guide.
Shire County is a large county in the northern part of the Federation with a population of nearly 20 million. It is oriented east-west. The east side is along the coast, and the west side is close to the Alfama Mountains. Mingshan City and Jinghu City are two cities on the west side, which mainly develop log materials and tourism.
It is now September, the beginning of autumn, and summer is still here. So although the number of tourists in the two cities is slowly decreasing, the tourism industry has not yet entered the off-season. There are still many foreign tourists visiting here, enjoying the slow life of this summer resort and retirement city.
10 a.m.
At a single-family house in the city, a car that had driven all the way from the train station arrived, gradually shut down and parked in the open space.
The car door opened with a click.
Three imposing figures walked down from above.
Time flies, three days have passed, and it is the morning of September 24th.
The air was slightly cold and misty. The closed breakfast shops rolled up their shutters and began their morning rush. The rich aroma of hot milk and food floated in the air, quite tempting.
At the corner of a gray street, next to a street lamp, stood a man who had just walked out of the snack street, holding half a cuttlefish roll in his mouth. He spread out the newspaper in his hand and read it while walking.
The man was wearing black clothes and sunglasses, and his eyes and eyebrows exuded a cold aura. If it weren't for his messy hair, he would have looked like a cool guy at first glance.
He spread out the Mingshan Morning Post, which was published daily, and read the recent events line by line, smelling the ink. After taking a bite of the cuttlefish roll, the man gently turned the newspaper over.
"Um?"
He narrowed his eyes, and his lazy gaze became serious.
This is a report with quite a lot of words.
"shock!
A serious murder occurred in Falk Town in the western suburbs of Mingshan City last night. The victim died in a horrific way! "
Below are the accompanying pictures. There are no photos of corpses, but some traces left on buildings and the ground, which look very serious.
The man looked at the picture seriously, his expression became more and more solemn, and he stopped chewing the food in his mouth.
The gray-white picture seemed to show some traces of fighting, and some vague claw marks could be seen. The man was sure that these were the claw marks of the vampires. Looking at the corrosion marks on the wall, it was clearly the blood energy of the vampires. So, this was not a simple major murder case, but an abnormal case involving the vampires.
Looks like a lot of people
Could it be that there are a large number of vampires hunting and having a dinner party in the town
According to reports, many innocent residents in the town must have died. It is normal for them to die in such a miserable way. The whole body of a human being whose blood is sucked out by the vampires will dry up as if they lack water. The skin will be wrinkled, just like a dried corpse that has been weathered for thousands of years.
"Damn vampires, sooner or later I will kill you all!" The man crumpled up the newspaper and threw it into the trash can. He finished his breakfast in a few bites and left in a depressed mood.
He decided to bring the hunting plan tonight forward to now. Nathan is not an ordinary person, he is a mercury hunter who has been trained and raised since childhood, chasing the traces of the vampires.
The Alfama Mountains hide the direct blood clan, which can be called the center of the entire northern branch blood clan. Although the direct blood clan is not active, there are many branch blood clans jumping around here. After all, this is a tourist city with a large flow of people.
Nathan is a relatively free solo mercury hunter.
He found his target ten days ago, a low-level vampire. After a few days of observation, Nathan had figured out the address of his house, his travel habits, and everything else.
If we take action, we will have at least 70% chance of success.
Just do it.
Nathan went straight back to his temporary rental house and put on his combat gear. There was a yellow quiver on his right waist and a sharp long knife on his left waist. There was a strap on his chest with several bottles of mercury-like solution stuck on it. He took a deep breath and put on a loose large windbreaker.
Covering the surrounding equipment.
Then he went to the bathroom and took a cold shower. When he looked up, pure blue flashed in his eyes. He put on his sunglasses again and put a semi-automatic crossbow into his shoulder bag.
After everything checked out, Nathan walked out of the room.
He had to be cautious. Although the Mercury Hunter was called a Hunter, he didn't have the strength to crush the vampires like a hunter. At most, they were each other's prey.
Although the success rate of this operation can reach 70%, we still have to be cautious. If we fail to check carefully, we will die.
Half an hour later.
Nathan crouched on a tree, looking at the building not far away. He was less than 15 meters away from the house, where a low-level vampire lived. At this time, the vampire should be sitting on a single sofa near the French window enjoying a morning drink brewed from blood. Most of the time, the curtains are closed, but not on cloudy days. This vampire's actions are quite regular, revealing an aristocratic and old-fashioned air.
What to do at what time and in what location is relatively fixed, which also gives Nathan a good opportunity to attack at a fixed point.
He took a deep breath and aimed the modified and strengthened semi-automatic crossbow in his hand at a calculated position on the floor-to-ceiling window.
Pull the trigger.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh…
A series of flying sounds were heard, and the crossbow arrows coated with thorn mercury and their own fresh blood swarmed out.
Amid the sound of broken glass, there were also a few dull thuds of arrows hitting flesh. Nathan was delighted, it seemed like he had hit the target.
He rolled down nimbly and jumped several times.
With a loud crash, the French window was smashed directly. Nathan pushed open the curtain with several holes and stepped on the floor.
Blue eyes lit up in the dim environment.
The crossbow in his hand pointed directly in the direction he had aimed.
With the light from the curtains, Nathan briefly saw the situation. His whole body froze, and his heart was gripped by anxiety and panic, and the ends of his hair were instantly wet with cold sweat.
Not one, but four figures!
!
There were three sofas surrounding the coffee table, and four people were sitting on them. Only vampires could have any dealings with the vampires. The plan went wrong, a fatal mistake! This is where I have to end my story today! Many thoughts flashed through Nathan's mind in an instant.
He was about to grit his teeth and fight to the death, but suddenly he noticed something unusual. The four figures seemed motionless, like wooden men. Nathan held his breath and waited for three or four seconds. Finally, he couldn't help but turn around and open the curtains.
The sunlight poured in, and the room suddenly became bright.
Nathan turned his head, his eyes shrank, and his breath stagnated.
Dead people, four dead people. No, four killed vampires. They were lying on the sofa, lifeless. Their skin was wrinkled and gray, like a sculpture.
Nathan walked closer and saw a head that had been deformed by a huge force. Five fingerprints were deeply embedded, as if they were iron pliers that were trying to grab the brain out. The other few also died miserably, and seemed to have been tortured.
He looked at his target on the sofa on the left.
Just now, through the glass, an arrow had indeed hit a vital part, the temple. But it was not the right side, but the left side. The head of this vampire was rotated 180 degrees by a strange force, his neck was twisted into a knot, and his face was pulled.
The last expression before death was a weird smile with narrowed eyes, which gave people a terrifying feeling.
Nathan subconsciously took two steps back and leaned against the wall. The solid feeling on his back gave him a sense of solid security.
"What force is targeting and hunting these vampires?!"