The discouraged man huddled by the door, watching as he looked like he was about to run away at any moment.
Yu Xing's plan was to make a quick decision.
His physical strength is not enough to support him to attack and dodge for a long time. Using the game character as an analogy, he is like an explosive assassin who cannot sustain his endurance.
Red filled his sight, and every attack by the red-clothed brother must carry the resentment of the humans who had died in its hands. These resentments turned into scenes of hallucinations, and Yu Xing's eyes kept flashing the tragic death of people.
His face was distorted, and there were cries and howls coming from his ears.
If an ordinary person saw this kind of hallucination, he would be tortured to the point of mental exhaustion and death.
This is the unique attack method of red clothes, so the more people they kill, the stronger they become.
Yu Xing was also in a bad mood due to this inescapable hallucination.
Although he is pretending to be a red-clothed ghost, he is still a human being after all. He cannot use Hong-coat's abilities. Otherwise, he really wants his brother in red-clothed to see what a real mountain of blood and corpses is.
So tired...
Yu Xing discovered that the ghosts in this world like to attack the head when killing people and fighting. They seem to like the feeling of seeing the prey's face covered with blood from top to bottom.
Then stop hiding...
When the red-clothed brother's long needle-like nails clawed at his head, he only tilted his head slightly, and still let Li Gui's claws fall on the Tianling Cap.
Brother Hongyi was surprised to find that he had grasped the vital part of Hongyi, who was wearing a mourning mask.
Strangely enough, the combat prowess displayed by this mourning red man cannot match the thick blood mist at all!
too weak!
It suddenly became suspicious and inserted its finger into Yu Xing's head.
"Ah!" the discouraged man exclaimed.
"Yu Xing!" Zhao Yijiu, who had been paying attention here, also shouted in horror, kicked his brother in red away, gave himself a buffer space, and ran towards Yu Xing without hesitation.
He felt that Yu Xing made a wrong decision.
Yu Xing's swordsmanship is very powerful and experienced, but compared with him, he is not better.
If there is anyone who is more likely to kill a red-robed animal with Stop Kill, it must be him who is more familiar with Stop Kill, not that sick man named Yu Xing!
Zhao Yijiu's stern face under the mask showed a rare look of panic. As he ran towards Yu Xing, he paid attention to dodge the attack of the red brother. The scene of Yu Xing's head being inserted by the sharp claws of the ghost and the scene created by the red brother
Bloody hallucinations appeared in front of his eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, "What's going on? I was still fooled by Yu Xing's calm appearance. I believed him too much!"
Yu Xing, damn, don’t die here, it’s so meaningless...
The sound of sharp claws breaking through the skin and breaking a certain bone clearly sounded in Yu Xing's mind.
His pupils shrank and he grunted, as if there was no anesthesia, and then five thick steel needles were driven into his brain. Severe pain was transmitted from the dense neurons layer by layer. His vision even went completely blank for a moment, until
The hot blood slid over his eyelids and smeared his left eye before he regained consciousness.
Then he felt that his persona was taken off by his brother in red.
The persona that left his face automatically blurred, dissipated in the air, and returned to the panel state.
Yu Xing's feminine and stunning face was exposed to the air, and streams of blood snaked down from the middle of her face and from the side of her face, adding to the misery and horror that was unbearable to look at.
The broad red gown slowly dissipated, revealing the waiter's shirt and vest. The brother in red exclaimed: "You are indeed a living waiter!"
On the one hand, he was shocked that there really was a living person with the same strength as the red ghost, and on the other hand, he was surprised by the fact that he had completely controlled the life of this living waiter.
Its fingers are not inserted deep, only half a decimeter. This depth is not fatal to the red ghost, but for humans, it is almost instantaneous death!
Why bother? You can easily survive the carnival party by relying on your own strength to intimidate it, but you want to provoke it and your brother...
What is this human being thinking?
Is he already dead?
The brother in red ignored the roar of another human being disguised as a black shadow behind him. It was really confused at the moment.
do you died?
of course not.
The severe pain brought Yu Xing back to reality. He closed his left eye to prevent blood from entering his eyes, and looked at the red-coated man who had taken off his guard with his right eye.
It's the same feeling as every time I got hurt before.
His perception of his limbs, his thoughts and sights were still clear and active.
Yes, he is not proficient in swordsmanship. If he were to fight Zhao Yijiu one-on-one, he would definitely lose due to lack of physical strength. If his opponent was Qu Nianqing, he would definitely be stabbed to death within a minute.
If Qu Xianqing was here, Hongyi would be nothing. But there were only him and Zhao Yijiao present, and Zhao Yjiu was indeed not strong enough.
Then only he can kill Hongyi, only he can do it, no one else can.
At this distance, the red-clothed ghost finally couldn't escape.
Yu Xing narrowed his eyes, and under the gaze of his brother in red, he showed a smile that was completely weird to him.
Like a demon watered by blood, a smile covered in scars bloomed in the abyss.
He used his left hand to hold the wrist of the hand that the brother in red had inserted into his head, and his right hand held the hilt of the cold-killing sword. When Zhao Yijiu suddenly stopped -
A sword, decisive and abrupt.
The sword blade penetrated one side of the red brother's temple and penetrated out from the other side.
The black aura flows and rises from the killer, quickly sending silence into the prey's life.
Yu Xing's smile did not diminish.
See, only he can do it.
Only he can use this curse to exchange one life for another.
But he cheated. After exchanging his life for someone else's, he still had many, many lives left to use.
The surprise, horror, and shock on the face of the brother in red were mixed together, and emerged from behind the shattered mask. Not only it, but also Zhao Yijiu who ran over and the brother in red who floated back with him were stunned for a moment.
What reversal is this?
Zhao Yijiu couldn't help but take a step back.
He saw Yu Xing frowning and pulling out the finger of the red-coated brother from his head. It was obviously a fatal injury, but he staggered to his feet, and even lowered his head and smiled to kill the red-coated brother who could no longer resist.
I came up with it in my head and added two more swords.
Like a madman, like a monster.
"Brother!" The younger brother in red yelled in fear and jumped towards Yu Xing.
Yu Xing turned his head.
The blood was smeared on his face, and the wounds kept bleeding, but he seemed not to notice. This reminded Zhao Yijiu of the family elders he had seen before, whose personalities were so alienated that they turned into monsters.
The elder used to like him very much. When he was five or six years old, he often gave him some toy cars that he didn't like, such as Transformers, which always made the ten-year-old Zhao Mou shout that it was unfair.
He threw all the toys to Zhao Mou, and the elder changed his tactics and started giving unedged daggers and the like. Only then did he remember him and gradually became close to him.
Later, on a rainy night, the elders broke into his house amidst the rumbling thunder. He was carried by his father and hid in the closet. Together with Zhao Mou, they waited in the dark for their father to take them out.
But I didn't wait.
He broke free from Zhao Mou's hand and got out of the closet. He only saw the elder with a completely different expression than before, looking at him with the cloudy eyes on his face and the dense eyes on his neck. Under the elder's feet, he was torn apart.
Broken dad.
What happened next?
He couldn't remember clearly. It seemed that Zhao Mou dragged him away desperately, and then someone came, someone told him that the nightmare was over, and someone took away his father's body.
That was his nightmare. For countless days and nights after that, in the darkness and silence, this scene lingered in his mind like a ghost.
When he grew up, he learned about the existence of this and the existence of personality alienation.
Zhao Yijiu's breath was suffocated. The memory that came to him in a flash made him afraid to step forward, but his body moved faster than his thoughts. He reached out and grabbed the corner of the clothes of his younger brother in red.
He heard his own voice, which was too cold to be human, clear and trembling in the silence: "You are not allowed to pass."
"Brother!!" The younger brother in red didn't care about him. He was pulled by a living person, and he swept the red blood towards Yu Xing.
Yu Xing's head was still hurting, but he reacted quickly and relied on his strength to grab his brother in red who was lying on the ground and block the blood attack.
The one in red is really difficult to kill. Even if he was penetrated through the brain and withstood the angry attack from his younger brother, the brother in red was still alive.
But it has lost its ability to move and is wandering at the edge of ashes.
Yu Xing dropped it and headed towards his brother in red with his sword in hand.
You have to get closer to attack.
He said: "Brother Jiu, don't let it move."
Zhao Yijiu heard a familiar voice and seemed to wake up from some kind of nightmare. He looked into Yu Xing's eyes and found that they were clear and bright, which was different from the cloudy eyes that had escaped the human category.
Maybe Yu Xing was simply crazy... He suddenly thought.
Tightening the strength in his hands, Zhao Yijiao resisted the attacks of blood energy and hallucinations amidst the rage of his red-clothed brother. Soon, Yu Xing arrived with a stopper.
Zhao Yijiu relaxed his pressure and realized that he was injured. The wound on his arm was deep enough to show the bones, but compared with Yu Xing, it seemed like nothing.
The younger brother in red felt very aggrieved.
The human being in front of it was too weird. Even though it was injured that should have killed it immediately, it was still alive and well. It couldn't kill the human being. Instead, the other person would inflict heavy damage on it when it seized the opportunity.
This unlucky bar.
The younger brother in red followed in his older brother's footsteps, and this was what he was thinking about at the last moment when he lost his sense of autonomy.
Yu Xing breathed a sigh of relief, sat down on the ground, and threw the sword back to Zhao Yijiu: "I'm too tired to move. You can make it up for them. I have to take a rest..."
As he spoke, he wiped his face with his shirt sleeve, which at least wiped away some of the blood.
