Shen Xing calmly looked at the depths of the black domain, and the tremor became stronger and stronger.
Not long after, a short figure appeared inside, with a very ordinary appearance and dress, and even his clothes were a bit tattered, carrying a rusty hatchet that had remained unchanged forever.
Seeing this scene, Shen Xing immediately closed Heiyu and continued his fine carving work on woodcarving.
As long as the black domain messenger appears, he doesn't need to worry about the next thing.
Because once the black domain messenger determines his position, even if the black domain is closed, the opponent will appear from another place through the dark space, which cannot be stopped.
The reason why Shen Xing dared to be sure that the Envoy of the Black Territory could be found was because of Wang Zhi's secondary core weapon-the black sharp knife.
By being stabbed by a black sharp knife and then infected with black poison, it can be inferred that the attributes of that secondary core weapon can infect black poison, and the hatchet in the hand of this stronger black domain messenger cannot be without attributes.
However, Shen Xing himself had been hit by that knife and suffered a more serious wound. It was just that he only relied on strengthening his body and covering it with a black muscle protective film to completely heal the wound.
This means that after the hatchet hit the target, it only caused ordinary wounds, and did not bring black poison like a black sharp knife.
In other words, the attribute of the hatchet is not a damage bonus, but something else.
After careful analysis, Shen Xing had a guess.
According to the text message prompt for the hidden skill of the black domain, the black domain messenger has a very small, extremely small probability of attracting attention to himself, and this probability is already very low.
If the black domain messenger appeared for the first time because of his bad luck and triggered this extremely small probability, then the second time he appeared again within a short period of time, it may not just be the cause of luck.
Therefore, Shen Xing guessed that this guy has a special hatchet attribute, not damage, but probably a tracking attribute.
As long as the target has been hacked, as long as the target is not dead, and the black domain messenger wants to track it further, he can track it as quickly as possible in some way.
Unless you have never used other methods of using black domains except black domain hiding.
Beyond the hidden range of the black domain, it will quickly attract the attention of the black domain messenger, no matter where Shen Xing is or where the black domain messenger is currently.
At this moment, Shen Xing's guess was perfectly confirmed.
Soon after he closed the black domain, on the other side of the aisle, the door of the second bedroom was opened, and the black domain envoy, who was less than 1.5 meters tall, walked out with a hatchet.
This guy was expressionless all year round, but occasionally sneered when hacking.
Immediately after he appeared, he saw a scene of fighting at the other end of the aisle. The back of a little girl in a Lolita dress was torn apart, and some human bodies that seemed to be broken into several pieces were sucking from behind the little girl. Allowed.
This scene caused a sudden shock to the envoy of the black domain.
His hatchet could feel a powerful anomalous characteristic emanating from the opposite side. This characteristic obviously came from the split human bodies floating in the air, not the old Lolita who was already crying in despair.
The Envoy of the Black Territory stood in place, not moving for the time being, his gaze retracted from the weird scene in front of him, and he cast his gaze into the bathroom with no door on the side of the aisle.
At this moment, standing in the direction of the door of the bedroom, you can just see the scene on the left side of the bathroom. In that place, Shen Xing, who is sitting between the toilet and the bathtub, carves the wooden sculpture in his hand, and looks up at the person who is staring at him. The messenger of the black domain.
Not only that, he also showed a smile to the envoy of the black domain.
This smile seemed very friendly, but in the eyes of the black domain messenger, it was a kind of disdain and provocation.
After a short stay, the atmosphere around the envoy of the black domain became gloomy and dark, as if he had brought a powerful dark element with him, and he took a step forward and aimed at Shen Xing in the bathroom.
In the next second, Mr. Tear, who was absorbing the characteristics of the old loli, became aware. His three-piece head spun around in the air, and the eyes in the middle of the head spotted the black area with the hatchet in his hand. messenger.
At this moment, the envoy of the black domain was walking to the bathroom, the hatchet in his hand was swaying slightly, and obvious rust marks could be seen.
Mr. Tear was surprised at first, but he looked at the appearance of the black domain messenger, the other party seemed to have locked the target, because even the direction of his eyes did not change when he walked around.
Reminiscent of the feeling when he felt that something was wrong in the bathroom, but couldn't find any special feeling, he concluded that Shen Xing must be still in the bathroom and did not leave, and it was obvious that the guy with the hatchet had found Shen Xing.
Although I don't know why this guy will stare at Shen Xing, Mr. Tear can feel a huge and extremely dark anomalous characteristic from the opponent.
If the envoy of the black domain found Shen Xing first, then there would definitely be no play of his own.
The fingers that he split off immediately let go of the old Lolita who was holding her. She was so angry at this moment that there was a dry howling in her throat, but her voice was low, as if it were unconsciously.
"what are you doing?"
The split body of Mr. Tear began to assemble quickly, and while talking, it returned to its full appearance just now.
The Envoy of the Black Territory paused. At this moment, he had arrived at the door of the bathroom, but Shen Xing only glanced at it and then lowered his head without any other reaction. He was still sculpting the works in his hands from memory.
The black envoy turned his head, looked at Mr. Torn, said nothing, but stepped again to step into the bathroom.
Mr. Torn stopped talking nonsense, snapped his fingers, and two layers of fear appeared out of thin air, covering the black envoy.
With one move of the black envoy's right arm, the hatchet in his hand instantly split the two curtains, and the split curtain of fear fell to his left and right, as if it had become a real physical curtain, falling softly on the ground and disappeared. Nor was it next to the body of the black domain messenger.
With a wave of Mr. Tear's hand, a dozen more curtains suddenly appeared, and rolled away at the thin figure of the black envoy.
The Envoy of the Black Territory didn't use the hatchet to try to split the curtain this time, but disappeared without a trace with a bang. The darkness that spread from the second bedroom behind him just now seemed even more dense.
The darkness spread quickly like a tide, the lights in the aisle disappeared, getting darker and darker, and the black that was put in ink quickly spread to Mr. Tear.
In the darkness, a hatchet cleaved out, and Mr. Tearing was originally suspended off the ground. At this moment, his body quickly retreated, avoiding the blade, but he also retreated into the living room.
The darkness continued to spread rapidly, chasing the past, the light in the living room gradually lost its effect and soon began to dim.
Mr. Tearing did not wait for the darkness to come close to him, elegantly stretched out his index and middle fingers, and brought the two fingers together, as if to repel mosquitoes and flies, and waved it a few times. With each wave, a cicada-winged fearful air blade appeared and flew. Shooting into the darkness, it flew out seven or eight pieces in a row, all of which entered the dark space that was surging.
The spreading darkness stopped for an instant, and no longer continued to spread, but a large amount of black energy was still rolling inside visible to the naked eye.
Suddenly, with a swish, a rusty hatchet flew out of the darkness at an incredibly fast speed. Because the distance to Mr. Tear was too close, Mr. Tear could not respond, and immediately after the head was hit Leaning back, the hatchet was chopped in nearly half.
The blade of this hatchet trembles slightly, as if there is a force behind it, pulling it out of Mr. Tear's head bit by bit, and it rises in the air. When it is about to fly back into the darkness, Mr. Tear grabs it. The handle of the knife.
At this moment, he still maintained the posture with his head raised, but the handle of the knife in his hand was extremely firmly grasped, and the blade hummed and trembled slightly, but he couldn't get rid of it at all.
After a few seconds, Mr. Tear's head slowly lowered and returned to normal. Looking at the struggling hatchet in his hand, at least seven or eight layers of fear appeared, quickly wrapping the hatchet.
Then another five-layer curtain came, and the hatchet that had been wrapped tightly was quickly wound again.
Mr. Tear let go, and the hatchet wrapped in the curtain was suspended in mid-air, and there was no trace of still struggling.
Facing this hatchet, Mr. Torn stretched out his five fingers, and faintly controlled all the curtains of fear outside...
At this moment, the black space that had paused just now began to roll and spread again, and the speed accelerated, facing Mr. Tear-out like a flood.
In the next second, Mr. Tear's five fingers suddenly tightened as they did with the fat woman just now, the curtain wrapped in the hatchet squeezed crazily against the center, and the metal folding sound sounded.
Before the black space came, the curtain of fear disintegrated, revealing the hatchet that had been bent inside.
I don't know what kind of metal the hatchet was made of. Under such a strong squeeze, it only became curved and did not break completely.
Mr. Tear seems to have found the attacking weakness of the black domain messenger, and he has to wrap the hatchet with a new curtain again for the next squeeze, he has been flooded by the dark space.
In this dark space, Mr. Tear found that his actions had become extremely slow, as if stepping on thick mud.
But there seemed to be a figure moving as usual, even a little bit faster than just now.
In the next second, he felt his left thigh tightened and was held down by a sharp object. Before he had time to react, this piece of leg muscle instantly separated from the body and was stubbornly pulled off.
Then the position of the back waist, the same squeezing feeling came, and a piece of meat was missing again, and this time, it disappeared together with some of its own characteristics.
This black domain messenger is already obliterating the characteristics of Mr. Rip.
Just when Mr. Tear's left arm came out again, he took the initiative to tear his body again, and this time the tear was more thorough, only the position of the head became more than ten pieces, and other body parts It turned into countless pieces, suspended in this dark space.
When the black envoy approached again, several body fragments silently stuck to his body.
At this time, the envoy of the black domain found the hatchet that had fallen on the ground and was bent. He bent over to pick it up, and found that there was actually a body fragment from Mr. Tear stuck on the knife.
Under a single shake, he couldn't shake it off at all. At the same time, he slapped it twice, and two more body fragments stuck to his back.
At this time, Shen Xing did not hear any more noise from outside. He took a closer look at the wood carving after the fine carving in his hand. The current degree of completion has reached the expected value.
Throwing tools and other things into the hidden space of the black domain, then stood up and picked up the black backpack that was leaning against the corner just now, and took out the fat woman's wooden sculpture from it.
At this moment, this wooden sculpture has absorbed the characteristics of the fat woman, and can be temporarily thrown into the hidden space of the black domain.
After throwing it in, the black domain messenger and seed woman VI, that is, the wood sculpture of the old Lolita, remained in the backpack. Shen Xing temporarily put the wood sculpture of Mr. Torn into the backpack.
When I walked to the bathroom door and took a look at the probe, I found that the aisle was dark, but some light could be seen faintly on the ceiling of the aisle, but the light was blinded, unable to spread out the effective distance, and could only be limited to the size of a palm.
At this moment, the dark surging in the direction of the living room is the most intense, it can be seen that there should be the place where the black domain messenger and Mr. Tear are fighting, but Shen Xing can't see anything, only a faint feeling.
Old Lolita and Mr. Tear met in the aisle just now, and the approximate location was the middle of the direction from the bathroom door to the living room.
It was also dark there at the moment, and I couldn't see where the old Lori's figure was, but Shen Xing was sure that she had only half of her life left at the moment, and it was an excellent opportunity to contain her.
The darkness in front of him is actually very familiar to Shen Xing. It is the kind of darkness that comes from the black domain. This is a manifestation of another kind of space, and there is no other harm in being inside.
He cautiously leaned his upper body in first and made sure that he could breathe freely. Then he reached out to touch the damaged door frame of the bathroom and walked towards the living room next to the wall.
Along the way, he has been bent over, holding the wall with his right hand, and touching the ground with his left hand.
Not long after, he touched an extremely cold and thin leg with a small leather shoe on it, which was exactly what the old Lolita looked like.
The cold passing from this leg seemed to be a block of ice. If the meat on that leg could not be pressed down without losing its elasticity, Shen Xing really thought it was an ice lolly.
After grabbing this leg, he immediately supported the wall and dragged it towards the bathroom.
But the next second, the owner of this leg let out a retching sound, as if the body barely sat up, a cold little hand grabbed Shen Xing's hand, and then Shen Xing could feel a large number of small insects crawling on his arm.
When the old Loli and Mr. Tear were dueling just now, he sat in the bathroom and glanced up hurriedly and saw that there were dense black spiders everywhere. However, the spiders had a clear goal at that time. They didn't climb into the bathroom, but they all Rush to Mr. Tearing.
Feeling the crawling on the back of his hand at this moment, Shen Xing almost didn't hesitate, and immediately waved his hand. He knew that these black spiders were crawling, probably from the old Loli.
At this time, the old Loli was in a state of life-saving subconsciously, not knowing if she could still distinguish herself.
As soon as he thought about it, Shen Xing felt something rushing up in front of him, and the sound was exactly the retching and gasping of old Lolita from her throat.
There was also the sensation of spider crawling on her feet. The extremely cold feeling approached. The breath of old loli came up. Shen Xing didn't know what she wanted to do by being so close to herself, but in this state of dying, there should be none. What a good thing.
He pressed old Lolita's chest with one hand to prevent her from getting close to him, and put his other hand into the backpack, grabbed a wooden sculpture, and then let it go because it belonged to Mr. Torn.
At this time, the hand against the chest of old Lolita could feel a large number of insects crawling quickly, but these spiders did not burst, but quickly climbed to the position of his elbow.
The other side grabbed another wooden sculpture again, which was the old Lolita's. Shen Xing pulled out abruptly and pressed against the dark old Lolita.
The wooden sculpture in her hand trembled and quickly pulled the crazy old Lolita in, and the large number of black spiders crawling out of her body also turned into black energy and was sucked into the wooden sculpture.
The tingling sensation in Shen Xing's arm disappeared instantly.
He raised his head, before he had time to squeeze the woodcarving into the hidden space of the black domain, he found that the dark space around him was rapidly fading. It took only about three seconds. The place that was as black as thick ink just now has been The living room can be seen.
In the living room, the short black envoy stood alone, facing his direction, his eyes shone sharply, and there was no longer the initial peace.
Shen Xing didn't see Mr. Tearing, but saw the black envoy holding a curved hatchet in his hand, staring at him fiercely.
Suddenly the body of the black envoy trembled. From his back, a large number of split pieces of meat wriggled out, covering this guy's whole body at an extremely fast speed, while the black envoy was only holding a hatchet in his hand. Can't resist anymore.
Not long after, only his face was not covered by the meat, but at this time there were already several pieces of meat squirming close to his face.
Shen Xing saw the black domain messenger's lips move slightly, and four words popped out of his mouth.
"Disorder... Abnormal!"
Not long after the words were spoken, the pieces of meat squirmed over quickly, covering his face including his lips.
And at the moment when he was completely covered, the place where the face of the black envoy was originally located, and what appeared before Shen Xing at this moment was the face of Mr. Torn. (End of this chapter)