Chapter 125: The Death of the Dancer (Monthly Pass)
"Every resentment you accumulate will lengthen your path to death."
He Ao put the compass into his bag, stepped on the ground with both feet, burst out violently, and rushed towards Qi Ke in an instant.
This compass is an extraordinary prop used by Mu Xiu to track the dancer. When He Ao squatted down on Mu Xiu, Mu Xiu was using this compass to absorb the blood spilled by the dancer on the ground.
After Ho and Musiu died together, according to the FBI's custom, they would clean up the contaminated environment and recover all extraordinary items.
So He Ao went directly to Selena and borrowed the compass from her.
However, this thing has obvious distance limitations and can only point out a general direction unless it is very close.
He Ao kept wandering around the whole place, actually just to confirm whether the dancer was in the theater. This attempt was not until he was talking to Christos, when he saw the blond girl on the stage.
And confirmed the identity of the blond girl through the compass.
But it was impossible for him to take action at that time. He was surrounded by spectators and staff suspected of being security guards. Once the situation got out of control, not only might he be besieged, but innocent people might also be injured.
So he waited until Qike returned backstage.
"You want to kill me?"
Qike's eyes moved slightly and she smiled.
He Ao only felt a slight throbbing rising in his abdomen. This throbbing rushed to his brain instantly, making his body stiffen for a short time.
His dagger collided with the silver knife. Unable to control his body, he could not resist Kiko's strength, and the sword in his hand was knocked out.
At this moment, Qike was like a winding little snake winding up, her soft body was put into He Ao's arms, the two of them were close to each other, breathing to each other.
At such a close distance, I looked at the charming and enchanting face of the person in my arms.
He Ao felt that his whole body was getting uncontrollably hot.
"With such a strong resistance, your soul should be delicious," Qi Ke stood on tiptoes slightly and brought her moist lips to He Ao's ear, "God will like your soul."
The soft tongue poked out from the woman's mouth and touched He Ao's already cold earlobe.
The warm touch went up along the earlobes, quickly spread across He Ao's cheeks, and invaded He Ao's brain.
He felt a powerful force driving him, asking him to press the woman in front of him against the wall and roughly tear her clothes to pieces.
Seeing He Ao like this, Qi Ke smiled sweetly.
She put one hand through He Ao's coat and touched his abdominal muscles. With the other hand, she raised the silver knife and aimed it at Christos' neck.
However, just when the knife was about to come out, she suddenly felt a huge force tightening around her waist.
He Ao put one hand around Qi Ke's waist and clamped her tightly into his arms, and then grabbed the wrist of Qi Ke's knife-holding hand with the other hand.
At this moment, Chiko's head was resting on his shoulder, and his expression could not be seen clearly.
"What are you going to do?"
The dancer, who had always been very stable, asked with some trembling. She stretched out the hand towards He Ao's abdomen and waved it into a claw. With a sudden force, she pierced the muscles of He Ao's abdomen, and bright red blood flowed gurglingly.
out.
At this moment, He Ao did not hesitate. When Qi Ke's fingers penetrated his abdominal muscles, he lowered his head suddenly and bit Qi Ke's snow-white neck.
He had just made a scar under this neck with his dagger, and the defense here was not high.
The sharp teeth penetrated into the pink muscles along the wounds cut by the sharp swords. He Ao bit down hard, tearing apart these fragile muscles and the blood vessels under the muscles. Soon, he
He felt a warm, sweet, and slightly rusty liquid rush into his throat.
At this moment, Qi Ke's hands had torn open the muscles in his abdomen, bright red blood gurgled down his body, and fierce pain rushed into He Ao's mind.
But no matter how painful it was, He Ao bit Qi Ke's neck and sucked her blood.
Qike is too flexible. If he fights head-on, he will be dragged to death because Super Memory has a time limit, so he has to sell a flaw to lure Qike into the trap.
For this reason, some injuries are acceptable.
"Crazy, crazy."
Qi Ke struggled hard, but to no avail. He Ao's arms used all their strength to clamp her tightly, unable to move even half an inch.
"Hahaha, they are all crazy."
After realizing that her struggle was hopeless, she suddenly gave up her struggle and laughed.
He Ao ignored Qi Ke's actions. Qi Ke's claws had already reached into his internal organs. Severe pain and blood loss impacted his consciousness. The only thought in his mind now was to kill the woman in his arms.
And where he didn't notice, traces of purple light flowed into his throat along with Kiko's blood.
At the same time, Super Memory's consumption of souls has quietly stopped.
A long time passed. I don't know if it was tens of seconds, minutes, or even ten minutes. Qike's body finally lost all strength and slowly softened in He Ao's arms.
He Ao let go of his hand and watched her weakly slip to the ground.
There was still loud music playing outside, but there was only silence in He Ao's mind at this moment.
Chiko's body collapsed on the ground, her delicate little mouth opened slightly, and she stared blankly ahead. The blood dyed most of her dress red, adding a bloody beauty to her sexy body.
He Ao fell to his knees on the ground. He had noticed that there seemed to be some special change in Super Memory.
This change seems familiar.
"Are you OK,"
Christos had regained some strength at this moment. He stood up with difficulty, walked to He Ao, and saw the shocking wound on He Ao's abdomen.
He pulled at his clothes, trying to tear off his white shirt to use as gauze.
But he was too weak now, so weak that he couldn't even tear a shirt.
"fine."
He Ao sighed softly. His left hand hurt a little and he couldn't exert strength for a short time. Just when this hand grabbed Qi Ke's hand holding the knife, his hand was cut with several scars that were deep enough to show the bones.
With his right hand, he took out a roll of medical gauze and a small medical suture device from his coat.
This kind of needle can quickly stitch open wounds on the battlefield like a stapler stitches paper. Generally, using this kind of thing requires an injection of anesthetic, but the anesthetic will affect the movement of He Ao's body, so He Ao directly
Put it on the wound.
Severe pain came in waves.
The wound on the abdomen was torn and irregular. He Ao stitched the wound that was easier to treat and sprayed it with the hemostatic spray that comes with the suture machine.
Then he slowly unfolded the gauze and tried to wrap the wound.
Christos knelt down behind him and helped him lift up his windbreaker so that he could wrap the gauze without any hindrance.
At this time, He Ao looked up and saw the direction where Qike was looking. There was an exquisite birdcage hanging there.
There was a beautiful canary standing quietly in the birdcage, and at this moment, the canary's eyes were watching behind him.
Qike died, but the mission was not over.
A cold muzzle pressed against the back of He Ao's head, followed by a familiar voice,
