He Jiamu, who had lost his arms, screamed and backed away. He recovered from the shock. The blow just now was indeed received by Wang Xu. When his sharp claws were about to touch Qi Bing's throat, Wang Xu
He actually shot at almost the same speed as him, and then He Jiamu felt a chill on his shoulder, and his arm was cut off and flew out.
He Jiamu quickly retreated to the distant woods and hid. He didn't seem to be planning to escape yet. He seemed to be waiting for an opportunity. After all, Wang Xu and the other two were already at the end of their game, so it was still hard to say whether they would win or lose.
Mr. Cat sat down comfortably against the tree, lit a cigarette, and said again as if complaining: "Why is he not dead yet?"
Wang Xu now had a short sword in his hand. It was slightly longer than a dagger. The blade was very narrow and the whole body was like a jet-black amber. Just now, it was this weapon that instantly cut off the werewolf's arm as thick as a tree trunk, and a drop of blood came out of it.
None touched.
"What's going on with Wang Xu? Has he really been hiding his strength?" Qi Bing saw that Master Mao had a calm attitude, so he had no intention of chasing him for the time being. Instead, he took the time to regain his strength and asked himself at the same time
doubts in my heart.
Master Mao laughed there: "It should be that he broke through a bottleneck at a critical moment. That weapon is proof of his improvement in spiritual awareness."
When Wang Xu saw He Jiamu retreating, he did not catch up, but rushed towards the waves of ghosts. He could already tell that these ghosts were just hallucinations, so he went straight to the female ghost's true body.
Wang Xu grabbed the female ghost's neck from the ghost tide and pressed her against a tree. He pointed the sword in his right hand at her throat and said, "Woman, if you don't want to lose your soul, please stay calm and maintain the ghost realm."
, don’t let the werewolf run away, don’t hurt my friends.”
At this time, the female ghost revealed her true form, a woman with long hair covering her face. She seemed to succumb to Wang Xu's threat, nodded, and then retreated into the darkness, and the phantoms around her disappeared like a tide.
After Wang Xu solved the problem of the female ghost, he no longer had any worries. He turned back and walked towards the messy open space, preparing to slowly clean up the He family.
At this moment, both of He Jiamu's arms are broken, and he can no longer use the wind blade that he is best at. After all, he is not a Saiyan who can spray shock waves from his mouth. The only remaining tricks he has are biting and kicking, but his limbs are missing.
After the balance changes, his speed will inevitably be affected.
The biggest problem is the loss of psychological advantage. Wang Xu, who was originally regarded as trivial by He Jiamu among the three, suddenly used amazing strength. This is an important reason for He Jiamu to hide. If he is not careful,
It might have been his own neck that was cut off this time.
Wang Xu stood in the middle of the open space with a very arrogant look. He did have the arrogance at this moment. The werewolf that even Master Cat could not seriously injure was easily maimed by the black sword in his hand. He heard Master Cat
He has said that when your spiritual consciousness reaches a certain level, you can get weapons that belong to your soul, so he was a little carried away and thought that he was now on the same level as Master Cat.
"Hey! My surname is He! Weren't you so crazy when you grabbed me by the neck and threw a shot put? Why have you changed to the obscene route now? Come out and kneel down to admit your mistake and accept death. Maybe I will be in a good mood and give it to you
Leave a whole body!" Wang Xu shouted loudly toward the woods: "Oh, by the way, you don't have any whole body anymore, why don't I kill a dog and bury it with you, then it will be a common job."
Wang Xu was there brazenly scolding He Jiamu. Qi Bing listened and shook his head. It is estimated that in the ancient battles of holding the city, if Wang Xu went to scold the streets and demand a fight, in less than ten minutes, everyone would come out to fight with you.
Fight hard.
He Jiamu absorbed the power of the full moon in the woods. The wounds on his shoulders healed quickly. For him, this kind of injury will not make him permanently disabled, but it will take at least three months to regenerate his hands.
time, and during this period of time, he needed to constantly feed on human hearts to help him recover. The thought that the days ahead might be quite sad made him hate the three people in front of him even more, and he would definitely kill them tonight!
With a roar, He Jiamu rushed out of the woods and launched an attack on Wang Xu. His speed was far different from that at the beginning of the battle. Wang Xu's strength at this moment was much improved than before. After he used the Spiritual Consciousness Gathering Technique,
He actually fought evenly with the He family.
Qi Bing was very confused about this scene: "Master Cat, there seems to be something wrong with this werewolf. Even if his hands are broken, the injury will not affect him to such an extent. How come his speed and strength are only the first two?"
Cheng Zuo? Now he should have no reason to spare any effort."
Mr. Cat only smoked and didn't bother to watch the fighting on the field. "Tch...I think he is too strong. Even on a full moon night, it is too exaggerated. Why is he still not dead yet..." He complained again.
He said it again, as if it was a miracle that the werewolf was still alive, and it was a miracle that he could still fight.
Qi Bing didn't seem to understand what he meant, so Mr. Cat had no choice but to explain: "Do you remember the first time I chopped him in the air?"
Qi Bing nodded. Although Master Mao's movements were so fast that he could hardly see them clearly, he still understood what He Jiamu said, "As long as the speed is acceptable, a cut on the body is about the same as a mosquito bite." Master Mao must have used surgery at that time.
The knife attacked He Jiamu.
"The other time he slashed me before I was kicked away. That time I was a little more serious. In my estimation, he would have died the first time, but he was still able to fight me, so I slashed him again.
The second time, he actually still had the strength to kick me away." Master Mao blew out a puff of cigarette with a very unhappy expression, "Then he was throwing wind blades randomly, and he was hiding from the knife with his arms, until
He's not dead yet, he's a monster... It's really hard for me to imagine that a thing whose internal organs have been chopped to pieces by me can still engage in hand-to-hand combat with my stupid employees like this."
Qi Bing was shocked when he heard that Ripper... turns out that's what it meant! Those scalpels can cut open the spirit body because Master Cat's spiritual consciousness is powerful, and when fighting the werewolf, this technique of directly attacking the internal organs is simply...
What a magical skill! How can you accomplish such an almost impossible thing at that speed?
"Do you understand? As long as the knife is fast enough, you can make an incision and gently stroke it, and the incision will disappear." Mr. Mao said in a relaxed tone. Qi Bing already had it in his heart.
Defining this man into a real monster.
At this moment, the battle between He Jiamu and Wang Xu has come to an end. Blood keeps pouring out of He Jiamu's mouth. No matter how strong the werewolf's recovery power is, the broken internal organs cannot heal as quickly as external wounds, so
In fact, He Jiamu had already lost. Even if he had chosen to escape just now, he would definitely not survive tonight.
Wang Xu gradually gained the upper hand, and his sword left new wounds on He Jiamu's body. The werewolf had now given up biting and kicking, and could only dodge, but even so, he was gradually losing strength.
The fate of death has irrevocably arrived, it is only a matter of time.
Wang Xu's elbow hit the werewolf, and severe pain came from inside He Jiamu's body. He knelt on the ground with blood foaming from his mouth. Wang Xu's sword slashed towards He Jiamu's neck.
He couldn't avoid the blow. The werewolf closed his eyes and waited for the last moment. He felt so hateful. He hated these ghost hunters, he hated the world, and he hated himself...
But He Jiamu's head did not fly up. Wang Xu's sword was placed on his neck. Wang Xu just stood there and looked at him, but had no intention of taking action.
"What do you mean! Aren't you going to kill me! Why! What else do you want from me!" He Jiamu roared angrily, blood flowed from his wolf's mouth, and even roaring loudly made him feel miserable.
"Oh, I just said I wanted to kill you because I wanted to lure you out. He is the one who wants to kill you, not me." Wang Xu pointed at Mr. Mao and Qi Bing who were walking behind him, "I have always been my true self.
It is well-known that people do things based on the principle of self-defense. If you don’t believe me, you can ask everywhere.”
"You'd better save it. You've never killed anyone before, so you can't do it, right?" Mr. Cat still looked lazy. His injuries were mostly healed, and he didn't know what kind of panacea he was smoking.
"Ha! Hahahaha! Are you ghost hunters still going to do it? Hahahaha!" He Jiamu laughed wildly, "When I was twelve years old, my parents were killed by ghost hunters on one night like this.
, they were killed right in front of me, I ran away like a dog and jumped off the cliff to survive. What did my parents do! What right do you have to kill them! Who gave you the right!"
"Werewolves are driven by instinct to kill and eat their hearts. Ghost hunters only do this to protect innocent people." Qi Bing replied with the same cold expression.
"Innocent? Who is innocent in this world? Is it wrong that I was born a werewolf? Is this my choice? Humans are innocent when they eat other animals. Werewolves are born with the need to eat people. Is this a sin?"
He Jiamu wailed. He had lived a life of escape since he was a child. His parents were brutally killed in front of him, which made him very afraid of ghost hunters. He had never had a peaceful sleep in these years, as if he was always in his sleep.
He would be hunted by others. He wished that he was an ordinary person so that his parents would not be killed and so that he would not have to eat people. But the blood of wolves made him crazy, and he once devoured the people who took him in uncontrollably.
The old man, when he woke up, he vomited for a whole day looking at the corpse on the ground.
As time went by, He Jiamu could only succumb to his fate. He tried to kill as few people as possible and continued to live in exile. He did not make any friends because he was afraid that one day he would eat his friends. For him, the only way to live was to escape.
and pain…
Until that night when he saw Mr. Cat, he knew that the ghost hunters had finally found him. He hated these people and wanted revenge. Although he was afraid of this day coming, he was always ready to welcome it with his tricks.
He has been practicing for a long time, and for him, tonight is the moment of revenge. He wants to make the ghost hunters fear him and let them taste the pain of their companions being killed in front of their eyes.
But only now did He Jiamu realize that even if he killed all three people in front of him, he would only suffer more.
"He Jiamu, I hope you understand that when we take other people's lives, we all have the consciousness of being killed by others." Master Mao took a deep breath of cigarette: "If we are killed by you tonight, we will not be killed.
If there will be any resentment, to put it bluntly, we are asking for it. Ghost hunters are not Buddhas and cannot make all living beings in this world equal. We are only protecting those innocent people. Those people have no consciousness of death and no obligation to do anything.
sacrificed to your tragic fate."
"Have you never killed someone without conscience?" This was He Jiamu's last question.
Master Cat laughed loudly: "Maybe I'm luckier than you."
He Jiamu also laughed after hearing this. He suddenly felt that death was not so terrible. Living was too tiring for him. He needed rest, salvation, and death!
From the time he gave up repenting for cannibalism, from the time he succumbed to his fate, he had lost his so-called consciousness and had become a wretched wretch. His struggle with his own destiny had long been defeated. What he needed was
It's just relief.
Wang Xu's sword was swung down, and He Jiamu's head fell to the ground. Tears actually flowed from the werewolf's eyes. Wang Xu did not give He Jiamu a chance to speak again. His laughter had already told Wang Xu everything. Ghost Hunting
Whether it's a killer or a werewolf, perhaps they are all destined to end like this...
The moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival is still so beautiful and bright, and there seems to be a roar coming from the night sky. This sound comes from the depths of the wolf's soul. This sound always tells their desolate and lonely destiny...
