"Die..."
With two words back in his mind, Barry felt the fear from the soul and fear of death. He knelt on the ground without hesitation and begged loudly: "Don't kill me, I can dedicate all my property!"
In response to him, his head was hugged by his hands and twisted severely.
"I have money… "
Barry's head tilted on his shoulders, and his body slumped, revealing a demon-like figure behind him.
"The money is here, it can't buy your life!"
Zhang Feng said coldly, his eyes locked on the light that was going away. It was the beam of the flashlight, and there was only one left.
The figure flashed, disappeared from the place, and after a few vertical jumps, he had appeared on the big tree above Philip's head.
"Can you run?" Zhang Feng said indifferently.
Philip, who was running through the weeds in the woods, got caught in the weeds for a while, and immediately fell to the ground.
"Huh, rubbish!"
Zhang Feng jumped from the tree and walked behind Philip step by step.
Philip crawled on the ground, trembling all over, muttering begging for mercy. Unfortunately, Zhang Feng didn't understand his language at all.
"Everyone is running with you, you should be the leader, answer my question, I will give you a happy one." Zhang Feng asked Philip, looking down.
He was speaking English, but Philip didn't seem to understand, and continued to beg for mercy.
He narrowed his eyes, Zhang Feng snorted coldly, and he wanted to start his murderous again.
At this time, Philip suddenly turned over and used something like a tube in his arms to aim at Zhang Feng. Then, the fire suddenly appeared, and the roar resounded through the woods.
The next moment, Philip was grabbed by a big hand by his neck, and the weapon in his hand was also taken away. Slowly, he was lifted up by Zhang Feng.
"Do you think I am unprepared? I have seen a lot of this trick."
Zhang Feng's face was expressionless, and the blood on his face made him look the same as a murderous god, even as if there was a harsh evil wind lingering around him, more like an evil demon from hell.
At this time, Zhang Feng had the thought of killing in his heart, and driving the Ye Feng Frenzy Art brought not only the violent true energy, but also the extremely violent thoughts.
The Night Wind Frenzy Art is definitely not a fun thing. It not only burns vitality as a price, but also changes the user's character, making him violent, killing, and finally killing.
Slaughter to the end of life.
There was a burst of energy and blood in his chest, and Zhang Feng knew that his own time was running out. With the time used by Frenzy Jue, his internal injury must recur, and with the excessive consumption of vitality, death is inevitable.
"You came to the island, there is a boat?" Zhang Feng asked coldly.
The big hand holding Philip's neck gradually tightened, exerting endless pressure on him.
"Yes... Yes..." Philip reluctantly said, kicking his legs wildly, holding Zhang Feng's arm with both hands, death was enveloped, and he instinctively wanted to break free.
"Where?" Zhang Feng asked again.
The fingers tightened again, almost cutting Philip's neck on the spot.
Philip didn't have the ability to speak, and he struggled even harder, slowly, becoming weak.
"Where is the boat?"
Zhang Feng asked sharply.
The violent emotions brought about by Frenzy Art were about to be overwhelmed. He barely controlled his emotions and let go of the hand holding Philip's neck.
Philip fell to the ground and gasped. Before he could catch his breath, he stepped on his hand with his big foot.
"Ah..." The scream resounded through the woods.
With just one foot, Philip's hand was trampled into meatloaf.
"Where is the boat?"
Zhang Feng's eyes were red, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
It is not fear, nor excitement. It is a side effect of Frenzy Art. The crazy killing intent is already out of control.
"West of the island..."
Before Philip finished speaking, a black shadow flashed across, and Zhang Feng threw on him, grabbing with both hands like crazy, and for a while, blood soared.
Screams rang, one after another, flesh and blood flew...
Philip seemed to be pressed to the ground by a brown bear, ruthlessly, with every claw attack, he would take away a lot of flesh and blood, and his attacks were all on his chest. In a short time, he could not die.
"Please... let me die..."
His chest was ragged, and Philip couldn't help but beg to die.
It is a pity that Zhang Feng, who has completely fallen into a violent state, has lost his reason, and has only one thought in his mind: kill!
Slowly, the scream became weak, and the struggle was gone. Philip lay on the ground, letting Zhang Feng continue to use crazy methods.
Until half an hour later, Zhang Feng slowly got up, covered in blood and slightly decadent, just like a survivor walking down the battlefield.
"Infuriating
Exhausted, I... Why didn't I die? "
Zhang Feng wiped the blood on his face with his hand. The blood was almost dry and could not be wiped clean at all. He still looked like a bloodthirsty demon.
Looking at Philip lying on the ground, it seemed that he had been attacked by a wild beast.
"I did it?"
Zhang Feng was at a loss, and then he was afraid. If his relatives and friends were present, wouldn't he attack indiscriminately
"Fortunately, fortunately, no one is there alone."
After silently muttering, Zhang Feng took a step forward, turned his head, and found that the surrounding area was dark, and there was no flashlight to illuminate the place, and he couldn't see anything.
The night vision ability, followed by Zhen Qi, disappeared together.
With a wry smile, Zhang Feng squatted hard, picked up the flashlight, and looked for the direction in the wind-swept woods, and finally followed the dead body and returned to the beach on the east side of the island.
On the beach, there were a few flares. It was the light leaking from the shack, and there were faintly shaking figures.
"In any case, I have to say goodbye to Xiaoxuan!"
Zhang Feng murmured, walking along the woods on the shore, holding the tree to rest and panting for a few steps.
With internal injuries, exhaustion of true qi, and a lot of blood loss, he has reached the brink of exhaustion, and he is looking for the direction of "home" only with strong willpower.
Home is his wife, Ye Qingxuan is home...
Step after step, each step is like a difficult expedition. The body is shaking and his vision becomes blurred. However, Zhang Feng is still moving, his eyes persistently looking at the bonfire that is getting closer and closer.
Until someone found him first.
"Zhang Feng!"
Chang Wenxin hugged a bundle of firewood and all fell to the ground with a crash. Then, she ran to Zhang Feng as if she was crazy. She wanted to give a hug, but stopped.
Because Zhang Feng was full of blood, and there were even unidentified pieces of meat sticking to him. The whole figure seemed to have been picked up from a meat grinder, and the image was terrifying to the extreme.
"Where is Xiaoxuan...?" Zhang Feng held up the tree with his hands, raised his head hard, looking for Ye Qingxuan's figure.
"Husband!"
Ye Qingxuan's surprise cry came, and a figure quickly ran out of the woods, and stopped in front of Zhengfeng, shocked by his appearance.
(End of this chapter)