A middle-aged man ran over with a cigarette in his mouth and looked at Wang Jin anxiously.
The feast was suppressed, and his family members were naturally confused.
Zhao Guangming was finally able to escape and deal with the master of the feast together with Wang Jin.
Wang Jin pointed to the twisted flesh and blood on the ground, his expression serious and solemn.
"Slap him."
"Okay."
The worry on Zhao Guangming's face disappeared. He picked a place without broken bones and began to output furiously.
As if he didn't think this was too satisfying, he drew out his two swords again and attacked Feng Yan's body, which had obviously turned pale.
Flesh and blood spattered, and screams sounded. Feast tried to recover from his injuries through autophagy, but was unable to do so.
After stabbing him for twenty or thirty times, Zhao Guangming stopped with his intention still unfinished.
"This is not efficient."
He muttered as he rolled up his sleeves, revealing a simple device with a dark strange toxin on it.
"Show you a big baby."
The middle-aged man showed a sunny smile on his face and took off the device on his arm.
After playing with it for a while, two needles shining with cold light were revealed on the device.
"Toxin is also one of the effective methods used by the Suppression Department to restrict strange talk."
Zhao Guangming showed what he had in his hands, as if he was a senior who was trying his best to tutor the newcomers.
"In addition to quenching the poison in normal battles, we can also inject it directly after controlling the opponent."
"Although this thing cannot completely destroy Kaidan's self-healing ability, it can effectively suppress it."
"A very clever idea."
Wang Jin nodded, showing the same sunny and cheerful smile.
He had noticed before that the fat man who was slashed by Zhao Guangming's poison-quenching swords would eliminate the effects of the toxin through continuous autophagy.
However, the self-healing of ghost stories will become slower and slower.
As long as the speed is slowed to a certain level, it can be contained.
Of course, except for the special type of feast.
His level of autophagy has almost no limits and can exhaust Zhao Guangming to death.
But once he was suppressed by Wang Jin, things changed.
"Let's go!"
Zhao Guangming found a random place and thrust the needle into it.
The dark toxin spread instantly, and Feast's body quickly withered and rotted.
"good."
Wang Jin nodded.
Zhao Guangming's method of attacking the feast may seem absurd, but it does work.
Sheng Yan tried his best to transfer his power to Chen Zhong's body, trying to suppress the young man's suppression.
Even if he couldn't do what he wanted, he could still prevent the adaptive body he had finally cultivated from being sucked dry.
However, the feast ignored Chen Zhong's limits.
His strength poured in, but was quickly devoured.
Then it pours in again and is consumed again.
Under the game between the two sides, this twisted mass of flesh and blood is like a spring that is about to reach its limit and is about to break.
The burning of the poison, the devouring of the short sword, and the washing of the ancient god's breath.
Either way is enough for this mass of flesh and blood that has lost the ability to autophagy to drink a pot.
"Boy, how about we find another way?"
Zhao Guangming was stunned and looked at Wang Jin.
The latter's face was pale and his whole body was trembling.
"no."
Wang Jin opened his mouth and tried to speak, but what came out before the sound was large mouthfuls of blood.
Now I seem to have a great advantage, but it is also based on one condition.
Feast cannot use autophagy.
Once Wang Jin stops suppressing him, the opponent can instantly repair this level of damage.
At that time, Wang Jin, who has completely lost his ability to fight, will have no chance of winning.
Fortunately, this young man has never lacked the courage to give it a try.
No matter how careful the plan is, it still needs people to execute it.
Wang Jin can survive to this day entirely because he regards himself as a link in the plan.
There is no retreat and no remedy.
"Damn it."
Wang Jin gritted his teeth, hearing the sound of blood flowing rapidly in his ears.
At this point in the battle, it has completely turned into a war of attrition of "see who can't hold on first".
And he wanted to use his mortal body to fight against a monster whose personality was not inferior to that of the gods.
Crazy, unbelievable.
But Wang Jin did it.
He is squeezing every bit of potential in his body, just hoping that the suppression can last for a few seconds.
Boom, boom, boom.
A drum-like sound sounded, and Wang Jin could hear his heart groaning overwhelmed.
But whenever he felt like he couldn't hold on any longer, there was always a force coming from nowhere, allowing this stubborn young man to persevere.
"It must be Ah Zi... It's really hard on her."
The world in front of him slowly blurred, and Wang Jin muttered softly.
"Is this kid a monster?"
Zhao Guangming looked at Wang Jin who was almost unconscious and muttered to himself.
The little girl who had been providing him with recovery had already collapsed to the ground from exhaustion, panting with a look of resignation on her face.
If this is the limit of ghost stories, what about Wang Jin?
Where is his limit?
Zhao Guangming shook his head desperately, and there was a subtle change in his eyes when he looked at Wang Jin.
If you forcefully use strange items after you have exhausted your inspiration, it will really kill you.
But this young man kept hanging on to his last breath and refused to stop.
"It's fucking crazy."
Zhao Guangming sighed and continued to chop the flesh and blood on the ground with his knife.