The man covered in blood was holding a steel knife and staggering.
There was a long and narrow gash in his left leg, with bones visible deep down, a blur of tender red flesh and blood, and the lower half of his trousers were stained scarlet red.
The fact that he could still stand with such an injury was enough to make Bai Shu cautious.
"You...who are you?"
In addition to the knife, he also held a human head in his hand, which was dripping with blood.
"Dongfu, are there any other living people?!"
Those dry eyes suddenly lit up, and the man's voice was as hoarse as a night owl's, filled with ecstasy.
"There are other living people in Dongfu?!"
He looked at the two of them almost hungrily, as if he would pounce at any time.
"Who are you?"
Bai Shu pushed Xie Fanjing, who was running towards him, behind him.
He could see clearly that the head in the man's hand had black and white eyes.
In other words, it was not a living corpse.
Bai Shu also didn't expect that there were other living people in Dongfu.
The outbreak of living corpses was caught off guard. If he hadn't been lucky, he would have become the food of living corpses.
The man in front of me...
Bai Shu looked at him calmly, feeling a little more wary inside.
Although he had lost one of his legs, he could only hold on to the knife to support himself.
His eyes were as alert as a leopard in the mountains.
His body was filled with vitality and his hands were covered with thick calluses.
"My surname is Yan, and my single name is Peng."
The man flipped the handle of the knife imperceptibly and adjusted it to a position suitable for drawing the knife.
Between his sleeves, Bai Zhu vaguely caught a glimpse of black light.
Crossbows, or other hidden weapons?
"Little brother, I don't mean any harm."
The man's sallow face showed a simple and honest smile,
Little brother……
"you do not know me?"
Bai Zhu pointed to his nose.
This face is known to everyone in Dongfu. Yan Peng looks like a nurse or instructor in Dongfu. There is no reason not to recognize him.
"Sir... are you a member of the Zhao family?"
There was a look of astonishment on that face, "I am a martial artist from the Fuwei Escort Bureau in Deng County. The day before the corpse wave, I accompanied the escort leader to visit the ancestor of your mansion. I am rude, don't blame me, don't blame me."
Escort?
He smiled again and took a step closer, lowering his body, and the true energy surged in his body.
"I'm not from the Zhao family." Bai Shu pretended not to know and took a step forward.
He waved his hand and smiled warmly, "So, don't call me sir."
He looked at the dead head and asked deliberately: "What's going on with that head in your hand?"
"Oh." Yan Peng didn't take it seriously and stepped closer, "It's just..."
"A bastard who doesn't know how to appreciate praise!"
At this time, the distance between the two was no more than ten feet.
He smiled sinisterly and threw the head in his hand towards Baizhu's face. At the same time, he raised his sleeves and robes, and the small spikes turned into a black light and pierced Baizhu's heart.
Click!
Yan Peng took two steps back in disbelief.
The boy opposite tilted his head slightly to avoid the flying head, allowing it to hit the opposite wall and shatter into a puddle, while the arrow in his sleeve...
Baizhu's five fingers exerted slight force, and the small sleeve arrow broke into two pieces.
He didn't even look at it, just waved and threw it at Yan Peng.
Hard work!
Yan Peng's heart sank, he raised his knife and knocked off two broken arrows, his eyes serious.
I thought that the young man with this appearance must have ordinary martial arts training, but I didn't expect that he would have such skill.
"What should I do if I hit flowers and plants? It's really unethical." The handsome young man smiled half-heartedly, "Are you thinking, how come I am so good-looking, but my cultivation level is still so high?"
"Shameless!" Yan Peng spat.
"You and I have no grievances, so why do you want to kill me as soon as we meet?"
"If you're to blame, blame Mr. Zuo." At this moment, Yan Peng sheathed his sword and said, "In the next life, give birth to a good child, and remember not to meet me again."
"Your bones are in good shape. I think it would be good to use you to pick your teeth."
He chuckled, turned his sinister eyes towards Xie Fanjing, and couldn't help but lick his lips:
"What a beautiful little girl. She's so beautiful. I wonder how many days she can play with her. Don't be like the one last time. She was greeted by the brothers all afternoon and then was completely useless."
"It's really a headache."
As the young man sighed quietly, Yan Peng slightly bent his knees and shot out like a cannonball.
The crazy surging true energy gathered in his right arm, Yan Peng suddenly turned around in mid-air, raised his elbow and hit Baizhu in the face.
boom!
At the moment when they were about to make contact, the young man in front of him suddenly disappeared, and there was a thunderous sound in the air.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time."
In the corner of my eyes, a figure flashed vaguely.
Yan Peng smiled coldly, holding the knife with his left arm and spinning it at high speed like a top.
The blade was violently unsheathed, like pulling out a bolt of lightning. The long and narrow blade cut through the air, forming a line of bright silver light, and slashed down heavily with a powerful blade path.
Hurry! Hurry up!
A ferocious look flashed across Yan Peng's honest face, and he grinned widely.
I started practicing swordsmanship at the age of seven, and it has been twenty-two years now.
This self-created sword-drawing technique has accompanied him in countless killings, and he has never failed.
He closed his eyes in some intoxication, and the depression of the whole day was condensed in the knife.
Yan Peng could hardly help but shudder when he thought of the sound of the blade cutting through flesh and blood.
Keng!
The blade of the sword sliced through the air, there was another thunder, and the young man disappeared again.
"later."
A smiling voice sounded in my ears.
Yan Peng gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain in his left leg that pierced his heart. He stopped the slashing knife forcefully, twisted his waist, and swung the knife forcefully behind him.
"I lied to you, little fool."
Before Yan Peng could continue to withdraw the sword, the long sword in his hand was knocked away from the distance. His shoulders sank, and an irresistible force came, forcing his body to sink several feet.
"Didn't mom tell you not to listen to strangers?"
That hateful face squeezed over with a smile. He looked extremely happy, even his eyebrows were moving.
"Bastard...bastard!"
Yan Peng supported the ground with his hands, his arms shaking like chaff.
"If my left leg hadn't been injured..."
"Shut up!" Bai Zhu said righteously, "How do you say that? All misfortunes in the world are caused by the lack of ability of the parties involved! Don't shirk responsibility!"
Yan Peng's face turned red, and his eyes bulged deeply, like big-eyed goldfish soaked in water.
"You're like this, I thought you were going to be gay."
Baizhu's palm continued to exert force, forcing Yan Peng to half-kneeling, and his shoulder bones made a cracking sound.
I thought we could communicate well, even if we didn't expect to be in the same boat, but I never thought that Yan Peng would suddenly kill him.
Atractylodes was feeling depressed and unknowingly increased his strength.
Yan Peng's whole body was almost pressed to the ground, his face was so red that he could no longer hold back, and blood spurted out of his mouth.
"I never understood why villains talk so much."
Bai Shushi Shiran bent down, smiled jokingly, looked at Yan Peng's resentful eyes, and spoke slowly:
"Now it seems that this feeling is pretty good."
"Tell me." Bai Shu pressed Yan Peng's face into the soil. At this time, the shoulder bones were completely broken.
"Head, Mr. Zuo, and your brother." He looked at Yan Peng who kept screaming, his face expressionless, "Who are they?"
