When night finally came, the dark night sky was shrouded in black clouds.
It was a lightless night, everything was shrouded in darkness.
In the intricate terrain of Xiacheng District, Ye Qingxuan huddled behind a broken shack, breathing hard.
He felt that his legs were about to break and he couldn't run at all. But the coldness and ferocity like a gleam on his back still enveloped his body.
That feeling... is called fear.
The monster was grinding its teeth and sucking blood in the darkness, and its low footsteps were wandering where he couldn't see, turning left and right, looking for traces of prey.
Ye Qingxuan didn't know if he had escaped, but the cursed song was still lingering in his ears, making his mind unable to rest for a moment:
"God, please show me mercy. I kneel down in the river of my soul, trying to wash away the filth! God, please give me salvation. The curse has reached my waist. Can you hear my plea? God, please give me salvation. , please give me a gift, the blood has spread over my neck, I whine for relief... La la la la, la la la la... Praise the god, please take me back to the kingdom of heaven... La la la la... "
The singing voice that sounded like something possessed by an evil spirit made his body tremble and he couldn't control himself.
How long has it been
He didn't know... He didn't even have time to think about how long this ridiculous hunt had been going on.
From the first moment he met the monster, he understood that the events and unbelievable and terrifying legends described in those documents and files were true.
Only that kind of terrifying monster would leave such a legend. But why does Avalon have something like this that is completely out of specification
Why would that monster target me
When the low footsteps sounded from around him again, he almost suffocated.
Throughout the afternoon, he tried every means to get rid of him, or rather... kill him! But it never happened.
Whether he rushed into the raging crowd, jumped into the sewer, or got into the long-abandoned steel mill... he never got rid of the monster.
The crowd in the fire will be driven out by the monster in a straight line stained with blood. When they emerge from the sewer, they will hear the terrifying singing that follows them. When they run into the abandoned steel mill... it will be as if they have stepped into the monster's body. In the hunting ground.
He tried various methods to kill him, frost rays, burning hands...
Even if he grabbed a crossbow in the chaos and pulled the trigger on the monster, it was still in vain.
Hit.
The crossbow arrow passed through the chest and the last feather entered. Then he sawed open the wound slowly, pulled out the arrow that had pierced his stomach, and threw it on the ground.
From that moment on, Ye Qingxuan understood one thing.
-The reason why a monster is a monster is that it cannot be killed!
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In the darkness, the patrolling footsteps finally disappeared, but the song of the resentful spirit still lingered in his ears, making his soul restless.
He panted and stroked the wounds on his body that were open like big mouths.
The result of being slightly scratched by the bone saw is that the skin and flesh are rolled out. If he hadn't frozen the wound so cruelly, he would have almost bled to death.
Throughout the afternoon, the monster had countless opportunities to kill him, but he kept playing with him, making him flee on the edge of fear, just like playing with the food on the plate...
"damn it."
He murmured under his breath, clenching his fists angrily.
But before he finished speaking, a familiar tremor emerged from his chest, causing him to lower his head subconsciously.
Then, he heard the sound of shattering.
Behind him, the dilapidated shack was shattered and fell apart under the sweep of the bone saw!
Everything in the way of the saw was cut in two. If Ye Qingxuan had not bowed his head, this would also include his head...
In the darkness, the hoarse singing voice was loud and the blood was gurgling.
The pale light came from nowhere, illuminating the disturbing and manic shadow. No matter how he ran, he was always covered by the monster's shadow and had nowhere to escape.
"Asshole, I'll fight you!"
In the middle of the chase, he suddenly stood still, turned around and glared at the monster: "Chasing is useless! Come and kill me head-on if you have the guts!"
The monster seemed to be shocked by his courage and stood there in shock.
Ye Qingxuan's eyes were angry, and he began to recite syllables quickly in his mouth, and the flickering ether gathered from the void. In his mind, a vague rune quickly became clear as he chanted.
The hand in his pocket quietly pressed the button of the Two Snakes timepiece, awakening the power within it. In an instant, the amount of ether he sensed doubled, making the ether in his hand even more frenzied.
In the gathering of ether, the young man roared and clenched his fists, charging towards the monster in front of him with determination.
As if admiring his courage, the Flesh Butcher stood where he was.
The voice of the resentful spirit singing became clearer and clearer. It silently raised the bone saw, waiting for the young man to rush over like a moth to a flame. But just as Ye Qingxuan's steps suddenly stopped, he suddenly threw the thing in his hand forward.
Under the mask, the butcher's eyes froze, stung by the bright light that hit his face.
The moment he flew out of Ye Qingxuan's hand, the restrained ether finally formed the structure of musical notes, rubbing against each other hotly, releasing a brilliance like the scorching sun.
The most effective amplified note application - "Light"!
Let's put some wool together and watch my musical notes blur your face!
The butcher subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, but the young man stood there, raised his hand, and chanted the syllables again almost frantically.
Instant Note—Mirror!
In an instant, intertwined mirrors emerged from the void, joined together to form a matrix, and surrounded the butcher. The violent light was instantly amplified a hundred times, refracted from all directions, and there was no way to dodge!
The butcher roared angrily, sweeping the bone saw in his hand, cutting the moving mirror, and completely extinguishing the light source suspended in the air.
But when the flash of light dissipated, the boy was no longer there.
… Ran? !
The air still echoes with the triumphant laughter of the young man who escaped from the disaster: just run away after pretending to be cool, how exciting!
The butcher roared and roared, swinging the bone saw in his hand wildly, tearing the low shack into pieces.
After a long time, he finally calmed down and escaped into the shadows silently. Following the scent that gradually drifted in the air, he chased straight in the direction where the young man escaped.
The Noda Labyrinth in the lower city is his hunting ground. A lost boy cannot escape here!
But when he followed the smell of blood that gradually dissipated in the air and finally found the trace of the young man, his footsteps stopped.
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The butcher stood outside the abandoned and dilapidated buildings, staring silently at his feet. Under his feet, there was a winding crack, like a mark made by a frantic blade.
In the cracks, a trace of blood escaped, and a sweet smell that was not easy to detect was thick in the air.
At first glance, it looks like nothing more than an ordinary crack. But the butcher bent down and stared at it intently, with a trace of desire and regret in his eyes.
—This is a mark.
Just like beasts divide their territories among each other, in the huge Avalon, monsters also divide their territories among each other.
That is the boundary for the predators. Once you cross it, you will have to fight to the death.
The butcher got up and left.
There was a hoarse sigh in the wind, as if expressing regret for the young man who jumped into hell on his own initiative.
After all, compared to the "gluttonous" self, there are always some monsters who like to eat fine food and eat fine meat...
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In the ruins, Ye Qingxuan gasped and collapsed on the ground, unable to get up again.
He felt that all his strength had been used up while running, and now even if the monster caught up with him, he would not have the energy to escape anymore.
Just let him get rid of it.
He lowered his head in frustration, closed his eyes, and waited for death... But after a long time, the flesh and blood butcher did not sigh. He was mentally prepared to find a monster staring at him when he opened his eyes, but when he opened his eyes, there was still nothing in front of him.
The Flesh Butcher disappeared.
Dumped by him
He was stunned in disbelief. After a long time, he couldn't help but want to laugh: this was just like a joke.
I went out to buy some marbles. I encountered a group of thugs who got into a fight for no apparent reason. I was hunted down for no apparent reason. I was pregnant with my baby for no apparent reason, and then I was chased by a monster for so long...
"What the hell is going on."
He suppressed his anger, struggled to get up from the ground, and staggered while holding on to the wall. No matter what, this matter is finally over.
But soon, the cruel reality slapped him mercilessly: the end? Dream on!
In the long night, he looked around at the dilapidated ruins, trying to figure out where he was in the lower city. But in the darkness, a strange sound came from very far away.
He paused in his steps, turned back silently, and listened.
There was a faint cry in the wind, carrying sadness and pain. The cry spread in the darkness, like wet hair wrapped around his body.
Ye Qingxuan stared silently at the direction where the crying came from, then decisively and quickly stopped, turned around, and headed in the other direction without any hesitation.
Damn the crying, sir, I've had enough!
Gradually, the crying could no longer be heard, but his steps also gradually slowed down.
In the end, it was difficult to move forward.
Is it really okay to just leave like this? At least go back and have a look, right? Even though all the characters in horror novels die like this.
But in this long dark night, in this deserted place, why would anyone be reduced to crying like a resentful spirit
He stood silently in the silent darkness, looking back. Behind him there was only empty darkness and silence.
"If I want to die, I must do it myself."
Ye Qingxuan rubbed his face irritably, yelled twice manically, and kicked over the tattered garbage at his feet. Then, he turned around and walked towards the direction where the crying came from.
Then, the weak and sad crying sounded again.
Getting closer, getting closer.
Ye Qingxuan held his breath, silently approached, and tiptoed against the wall. Little by little, he poked his head out of the corner and looked at the place where the crying came from.
Blood flowed all over the ground.