Resentment and pain seemed to penetrate the chains of flesh and blood, trapping the monster's soul, leaving only hatred in its eyes.
The word hate on his arm was bleeding, and twisted hatred seemed to be burning in his blood vessels. As the bones were spliced and reorganized bit by bit, the monster raised its head and looked at Han Fei.
The bones made a crisp sound, and it raised its arms, and the next moment it appeared in front of Han Fei.
The bleeding face was right in front of him, and the tips of his noses almost touched each other. Han Fei never expected that the opponent was so fast.
He wanted to persuade Zhang Guanxing behind him, to calm down Zhang Guanxing, to let Zhang Guanxing overcome the hatred in his heart and maintain his humanity.
The monster seemed to be aware of Han Fei's thoughts. It no longer used the cat-and-mouse attitude, but really wanted to kill Han Fei.
Han Fei felt the murderous intent from its body. His body felt like it was falling into an ice cave, and every nerve was trembling with stimulation!
Fear and death were so close, Han Fei's Adam's apple was trembling, and the remaining rationality in his brain was rapidly calculating the opponent's strength and mission time.
Zhang Guanxing is not complete. The part that retains humanity is behind Han Fei, and the part that retains hatred and pain stands in front of Han Fei.
But the part that only retained hatred was equivalent to ordinary resentment. Han Fei wanted to stop the opponent, but other than using the bloody paper man, he could not think of any other way for the time being.
Looking straight at the grimace in front of him, Han Fei saw the irresolvable hatred in the other person's bleeding eyes.
There was nothing human in those eyes. What stood in front of him was just an evil ghost, a ghost that had abandoned all humanity.
The pungent stench poured into the nasal cavity, the cracked skull made a sound, and black blood splashed down the bridge of the nose.
Just when the blood splashed towards Han Fei's body, the monster's arm suddenly raised, its bones shattered, and it aimed at Han Fei's head!
Instead of closing his eyes out of fear, Han Fei kept the mission requirements in mind and protected his head with both hands in the most standard fighting and defensive posture.
Touch the secrets deep in your soul!
Click!
The moment Han Fei's forearm came into contact with the opponent, the sound of broken bones was heard. Han Fei was knocked back two steps, and his back hit Zhang Guanxing's body.
The left arm drooped softly, and large black patches appeared on the skin.
Severe pain came, and Han Fei had no time to check the condition of his arms. The monster's hands were wrapped around his body like ropes!
Black blood and foul-smelling flesh and blood flowed on the surface of Han Fei's skin and rushed towards Han Fei's neck, turning into a hand filled with resentment and strangling his neck.
This monster's body can be twisted and deformed at will, and it can also be transformed into flesh and blood and reorganized.
The most important thing is that the places on Han Fei's body that were crawled by black blood turned light black, and Yin Qi entered his body. Zhang Guanxing's hatred during his lifetime was constantly affecting Han Fei.
Severe pain was felt throughout his body, his neck was pinched, and Han Fei almost suffocated.
The difference in strength is one level, as long as you are touched, you will be injured, and the opponent's body can be deformed and twisted at will. This is simply a one-sided crushing, and even fighting back is a luxury.
His spine made a soft sound and his neck was about to be broken. When Han Fei opened the inventory and was about to take out the last card, the paper man, a scream suddenly came from behind him!
The blood on the arm was dripping with blood, and it could be vaguely seen that it was a word of hate.
With Han Fei guarding him behind him, Zhang Guanxing had all five of his fingers dug into his own flesh, and his eyes had turned a murky red!
Pain, despair, and boundless hatred were squeezing the reason in his eyes.
The humanity he had finally recovered seemed to be about to be swallowed up. His facial features were constantly distorting, and his eyes were staring at the other version of himself in the dormitory.
The original tattoo was replaced by a bloody wound. The monster saw the changes in Zhang Guanxing. It threw Han Fei aside and came straight to Zhang Guanxing.
Zhang Guanxing, with blood-red eyes, looked at himself in front of him with broken bones and scars on his face, as if he was looking into a mirror with death written on it.
He saw his destined ending, and the forgotten memories returned like a tide. He reached out to grab the monster and grabbed "his" back.
Not a single bone was intact. He remembered that his back was the first to fall on the hard cement floor. At that time, he even turned his head desperately to look upstairs.
With the loud "bang" sound, when his body touched the ground, he could clearly see the face on the top of the building.
Hatred broke out at this moment. Just like when he fell from the building, he turned around and pressed his back against the monster's back.
It was the back that first touched death, and now it is just recreating the original nightmare in another way.
The monster's head rotated 180 degrees and let out a harsh, strange laugh. It represented all the hatred and despair as it moved forward.
The backs were pressed together, and the monster's flesh and blood began to merge with Zhang Guanxing.
The light in Zhang Guanxing's eyes became increasingly dim, and no matter how much Han Fei shouted, there was no response.
"No one trusted you before, but now I am willing to believe you! I have always given my back to you! Even when I thought I was going to die, I never wavered." Han Fei saw the mission.
According to the introduction, he knew that Zhang Guanxing had given his back to someone he trusted with great trust, so he made the same choice.
Han Fei wanted to maintain Zhang Guanxing's humanity in this way, but he far underestimated the hatred.
It cannot be shaken by words, nor can it be washed away by care and help. That kind of resentment becomes stronger as the monster merges with Zhang Guanxing.
"It must be stopped! After the fusion is completed, the Zhang Guanxing I originally knew may completely disappear."
Han Fei supported his body with his right hand. He was not only doing it for the mission, but also for the poor child in front of him.
A pinprick-like pain was felt on the surface of the blackened skin, and the monster's flesh and blood remained in the black spots, torturing Han Fei all the time.
The stinging pain entered his heart, but Han Fei remained surprisingly calm. He looked at his body carefully and suddenly found that the skin wrapped in ghost patterns was not injured.
He tried to activate the ghost lines, and the shallow evil ghost lines let out a pitiful cry. After a faint yin energy enveloped his body, the pain was slightly relieved.
"Not enough, not enough."
Reaching for the dark corner, Han Fei pressed Xu Qinyang's shadow onto the ghost pattern: "You're not good at fighting, why don't you lend me that strength."
The black shadow seemed to understand what Han Fei meant. It also knew that Han Fei was dead and it would be difficult for him to live alone.
The winding giant python crawled out of the shadows and entered the ghost pattern with a terrifying yin energy.
A biting chill rushed into his body, and the only sound left in Han Fei's world was his own heartbeat.
The banging sound was like a drum beat. He tore off his shirt, and a ferocious black python was swimming on his body!
