The monster raised its front hooves and scratched the ground. The sharp claws under the thick hair were like half-bent hands of a human being. It made a childish and high-pitched sound similar to a baby crying again. It was long and sharp. Chilling.
He didn't have the time to study why the monster was so afraid of a small dagger. Ye Zhao stood on tiptoe and supported the foot. At the moment when the monster slammed into this direction, he simultaneously exerted force, bounced up, and flashed past the monster. The frontal attack, turned sideways to its back, then grabbed the thick hair on the back of its neck, jumped up, stepped on the protruding muscles of its forelimb thighs, and straddled its back. The dagger turned around in his right hand, Ye Zhao clenched the dagger with the dagger facing down, and stabbed it hard at the back of its head.
In an instant, the wailing sounded, and the sound was so sharp that it was like scratching with a steel sheet, and the shock caused the eardrum to be torn as if it was torn, and goosebumps were aroused all over the body.
The monster was extremely powerful, raised his body and struggled violently, and threw Ye Zhaolian away with the dagger he was holding tightly. Bright red blood splattered, and with the fierce movements of the monster, a few drops fell on Ye Zhao's face and splashed into his eyes. The hot feeling stimulated him to close his eyes.
Just for a moment, when he opened his eyes again, there was a door next to the monster out of thin air. Those blood-red eyes gave him a gloomy look in the shrill cry, then turned his head and jumped into the door. Inside, with bloodstains all over his body, along with the door, disappeared together.
Ye Zhao kept staring at that place until he could see no more traces, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. He supported his body with his palms and moved back a few times, and then leaned against the tree trunk behind him.
He raised his right hand and glanced at the dagger that had been clenched tightly. He wondered if it was a psychological effect. After the dagger was soaked in the monster's blood, it seemed to be brighter.
After shaking off the remaining blood, Ye Zhao put the dagger back in his coat pocket, then took off his coat, unbuttoned his shirt, used it as a bandage, tightly tied the wound on his waist, and wrapped his coat again.
Looking at the smudges on his body, he snorted and frowned in disgust: Going to a yào store can actually do it like this...
Lord Ye, who had just had a fight with the monster, had an episode of cleanliness, and now he just wanted to take a good bath.
He endured the dull pain of the wound and got up, turned around in the depression, and found the scabbard and mobile phone that had fallen off before, but the alcohol he just bought was not here, it was probably dropped on the street in front of the yào store .
Fortunately, the quality of the phone was good. Ye Zhao swiped the screen and it turned on. He thought about it, and then called up Xia Zhiming's number and dialed it.
☆、chapter25
As soon as the phone rang twice, the phone was connected. Xia Zhiming probably worried about Ye Zhao because of the case, so he hurriedly asked, "What's wrong? My right eyelid jumped. Most of the day!"
Ye Zhao was stunned by him for a moment, and then calmly said "um", "I have a little trouble here, are you free to pick me up now?"
"Little trouble? Wait a minute." Xia Zhiming didn't know who was over there.