When Gu Fan said these words, an icy coldness hit his face, and the true cruelty was vividly displayed.
"King of Ghosts."
Gu Fan called out lightly.
The monster under the scarlet robe struck casually, with a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye and exceeded the sound. The Ghoul King tore the enemy's back with his sharp claws, and pressed the Ghost King's head with a slap, pressing his whole body into the snow.
.
What is this for??
The Ghost King stretched out a finger and cut his own blood vessel.
A drop of crystal clear emerald green liquid flowed out. The Ghost King poured this drop of liquid into the torn back wound, and instantly integrated into the blood vessels, and slowly began to spread.
poison.
This is the poison of the Ghoul King.
After the Ghost King finished doing this, he released his hand and let him go... In front of this monster, the captain of the Dark Dragon Army was as fragile as a child in a kindergarten.
"The toxin will explode completely within a day."
Gu Fan acted as the commentator, with a playful smile on his face: "You should be able to feel it, right?"
This is a game.
Thousand Needles and Ghost Sword like to play this cat-and-mouse game, so Gu Fan will let them play as much as they want.
Ghost Sword immediately understood what Gu Fan meant.
He showed a terrifying look in his eyes, and his voice was slightly trembling: "Will you... detoxify me...??"
Detoxification?
"That depends on whether you can survive to the end."
Gu Fan waved his hand casually: "I feel a little bored. Start quickly, otherwise you will be the first to die."
After Gu Fan finished speaking, Ghost Sword immediately turned his head and ran outside like crazy.
He took out a communication device and marked the positions of his teammates, obviously wanting to start with his own people.
A few minutes later.
In the Ghost Sword Team, the soldiers responsible for the investigation took back various tools, prepared to stop monitoring Gu Fan and everyone, and cooperated with the captain to leave the scene.
"ah?"
"Captain, why are you here?"
The scout was very skilled and felt someone approaching.
Ghost Sword's hot breath was not hidden. He was panting heavily and holding up his big sword. His sudden appearance made the investigators a little confused.
Logically speaking...the scouts are the eyes of the team, and their position cannot be revealed under any circumstances. But why did the captain suddenly appear? It is not in line with the team's usual behavior.
"I'll poke the team's eyes out."
Ghost Sword said sinisterly, before the scout could react, the black sharp blade slashed from top to bottom.
Pfft.
The scout's chest exploded with his hands agile and sharp, and he was slashed out with blood dripping from his chest.
"Why??"
"Captain, why did you kill me?"
The investigator fell to the ground, his combat effectiveness greatly reduced, and since he was not the opponent of the Ghost Sword in the first place, he had no chance to resist.
Why?
Very simple, in order to survive.
"If I want to live, you must die!!"
The ferocious ghost sword walked up to the investigator and stabbed him through the chest with a fierce blow. His heart and spine were pierced, and he ended up dying in peace.
alright.
The entire team's "eyes" were blinded.
Ghost Sword took the communication equipment and began to kill his members one by one.
The sniper's throat was slit.
A powerful psychic's head was split in half.
Another person discovered that his teammates were dying one after another, with no rescue in the vast world, and layers of fear wrapped around him, as if he was trapped in a huge cage.
"Where are you?"
Suddenly, the captain's voice came from the communication equipment.
The man was immediately excited and immediately replied: "Captain, are you still alive? That's great. Several other people are dead. There is too much wind and snow here and the signal is not good..."
"Okay, where are you waiting? I'll go find you."
The sound of the ghost knife suddenly stopped here, and a moment later another body appeared in the snow.
Total destruction.
In the Ghost Sword Team, all the elite hunters he brought were slaughtered by him.
Feeling guilty?
Feel guilty?
No... Gui Dao felt no apology for those dead team members.
On the contrary, without killing anyone, the fear in his heart actually increased.
This is not common sense.
Logically speaking, the more people the Ghost Sword kills, the more at ease you should feel. After all, the number of people competing for "survival" is decreasing.
But the reality is quite the opposite.
Despair, fear, and all kinds of negative emotions filled Ghost Sword.
The more he kills his former teammates, the more he seems to see his own fate.
"Will I be killed like this?"
"Can I survive? Yes, yes, I will definitely. I will kill everyone and become the last one."
Ghost Sword's mental state was actually on the verge of collapse. He began to attack the people of Thousand Needles, looking for their whereabouts, and became more and more crazy.
the other side.
After Ghost Sword left, a monster wearing a huge scarlet robe appeared inexplicably at the place where the murder occurred.
A drop of emerald green, bright liquid dripped from the tip of its finger onto the corpse.
Alive.
The scouts, snipers, and other members who had just been killed by the ghost sword slowly stood up.
Their flesh and blood began to rot.
Their muscles begin to expand.
The overly powerful muscles tore the skin apart, and the limbs of the mutated corpse became stronger, with sharp and long nails growing on the ground.
Ghoul.
They all turned into ghouls.
After becoming ghouls, these people's strength increased, but their brains were not completely corrupted, but retained most of their combat experience.
The intelligence level of every ghoul can reach that of a 5-year-old child, and most of them are occupied by combat experience. To be precise... these are standard fighting machines.
Ghoul family.
This is a ghoul family that Gufan needs.
The Ghost King can create his own tribe, use his blood to transform other humans or corpses, and gradually grow the tribe.
Soon...the ghouls surrounded the Ghost King and started wailing.
There is still hatred in their brains, hatred for the ghost sword killing them, and hatred for the betrayal of their partners.
Chase it!!
Chase and kill!!
This game has just begun.
The Ghoul King and his cubs continued to chase after him, but the situation on the other side, which had long since escaped, was even worse.
One team member died.
That was what happened just now. She originally thought she had run far enough and was out of pursuit range.
However, within the radar display range of the communicator, the signs of life of a team member disappeared. It was obvious that he was killed.
Then came the second, third, and fourth.
This is a hunting game. Someone is constantly hunting. Thousand needles don’t know when it will be their turn.
Time passes minute by minute.
Every time someone dies, her fear will deepen, because she may be the next one.
It turns out...this is what it feels like to be hunted.