At dusk, a blood-colored sunset hung over the western sky.

In a dense jungle, the autumn wind is whining, and the leaves are falling.

A resolute-faced man with a long black knife in his right hand and a little boy on his back ran quickly through the jungle.

Although he carried a child on his back, he was faster than a cheetah.

Beside the fallen leaves he had stepped on, traces of blood dripped on them.

The man had three claw marks on his chest, deep visible bones, and as he ran fast, like a funnel, blood kept dripping down.

The boy was very small, only four years old, and he was shivering on the man's back, and his big bright eyes were full of panic and vigilance, like a frightened young beast.

The little boy's voice trembled slightly, his face was worried, and he whispered in the man's ear, "Dad, are you alright?

The man still had a resolute face, constantly leaping and shuttling in the dense forest with complex terrain, and when he heard his son's words of concern, his blood-stained left hand reached behind him, gently rubbed the little boy's head, messed up the little boy's hair, and said: "Xiaohai, good, we can't stop and rest yet, those evil wolves behind are still chasing us, and if we stop, we will die!"

"But Daddy... You, you've been bleeding...... Am I dragging my dad down?"

The little boy's thin arms wrapped tightly around the man's thick neck.

The man felt the little boy's body trembling, and said in a stern tone: "Xiaohai, Dad just bleeds a little, and he can't die!" Xiaohai, you always remember that you are not a drag, you are my son, and my only heir, no one is born strong, but Dad wants you to keep getting stronger, stronger, and stronger from now on! Take back your tears and don't let them out!"

The little boy wet his eyes with tears, snorted, and said, "Dad, I don't understand what you said......

The man's tone was still stern: "You're still young, you don't need to understand, just remember." ”

The little boy nodded seriously: "Dad, I remember everything." ”

Behind them were a group of crimson-eyed monsters, wolf-headed and human, running upright, with claws like sharp blades.

Wherever the werewolf passed, the strong evil aura caused the surrounding flowers and plants to quickly wither and die.

After about 3 minutes of silence, the little boy's trembling voice sounded again: "Dad, you put me down." I'm a child, my skin is smooth, my meat is tender, and I taste good, as long as my father takes me as a sacrifice, those wolves behind me won't chase and kill my father anymore. ”

The man's feet emitted a trace of dark blue arcs, and he shuttled through the dense jungle at a fast speed, and his voice was a little impatient: "Xiaohai, how many times do you have to say it before you understand?" Even if Dad leaves you ruthlessly, those evil wolves will still chase after Dad after tearing you apart, because the wolves have been hypnotized, as long as I don't die, they will not stop killing, so we can only escape!" The wolves are restricted by some kind of strong constraint, they can't leave this dense forest, so as long as we escape from this dense forest, we are safe!"

"But Dad, you've been bleeding, I can clearly feel Dad's vitality is constantly draining, I don't want Dad to die, if Dad leaves me behind, not only can I distract the wolves, but it's easier for Dad to escape alone, so Dad still ...... me"

"Shut up!"

The man's voice was loud, with feigned anger and full of pity.

He brandished a long black knife in his right hand, aimed the hard and cold hilt at the little boy's head, and said coldly: "If you dare to say these meaningless words again, Lao Tzu will knock you out!"

The little boy's body was still trembling, gritting his teeth, his face was full of stubborn expression, and he said, "If Dad dies, then I won't live either!"

A hint of relief appeared on the man's face, and the long black knife in his right hand suddenly shot out a burst of dark blue lightning, and he said, "Xiaohai, we won't die!"

The electric knife slashed forward, and a large banyan tree in front of it was cut off at the waist.

The man's voice was full of heroism: "Xiaohai, haven't you always liked to watch the fire tree and silver flowers the most?" Dad will personally show you today, but you have to promise Dad one condition. ”

"What conditions?" the little boy kept his eyes on the man's bleeding chest.

The man held a dark black electric knife in his right hand, and all the trees in front of him were split in half, and the violent thunder and lightning made the branches and leaves on the trees scorch black and wither, but strangely, the little boy lying on the man's back was safe and sound, and was not affected by the thunder and lightning at all.

"I'll put you down in a minute, and then we'll run away in two directions, I'll go left, you go right, as long as you don't run out of this dense forest, then no one is allowed to stop, understand?"

The little boy's body trembled even more, but his face was full of joy, and he quickly agreed: "Okay, Dad, I promise you!

[Dad is finally going to throw away my little burden, so it's okay, at least Dad won't be dragged down by me, and Dad can live. 】

With the swing of the pitch-black long knife that surrounded the dense arc of electricity, the man split a large tree in half again, and the forward footsteps suddenly stopped, and the huge inertia caused his feet to pllow deep into the ground with a three-meter-long drag mark.

The little boy's heart was beating like a drum, and it was beating non-stop.

[Am I going to die? It doesn't matter, at least Dad can live. 】

The man squatted down and ordered in a low voice, "Xiaohai, come down!"

The little boy climbed down from the man's back, landed on his feet, raised his head, and looked at the man's resolute face with a look of nostalgia.

"Dad, you must live, and then get your mother back!"

When the man heard the little boy mention his mother, a hint of gloom and tenderness flashed in his eyes.

"Okay, Xiaohai, you have to remember what your father said, and you must not forget it! From now on, you must continue to become stronger, stronger, and stronger, until everyone looks up to you! Also, Dad will not allow you to shed tears in the future, no matter what kind of pain you suffer in the future, you are not allowed to cry!"

The little boy's nose was sore, tears welled up in his eyes, and he cried, "Daddy!"

The man resolutely walked to the left and waved at him: "Let's go, let's go, run to the right, don't look back, don't stop!"

The little boy ran to the right, ran three steps and then turned back, looking at the man with tears streaming down his face.

The man glared at him fiercely, a trace of nostalgia and pity flashed in his eyes, and shouted: "Don't look back, get out!"

The man quickly turned around, and a trace of dark blue arc came out of his feet, and in a single leap he plunged into the dense bushes on the left, and soon disappeared.

The little boy watched as the man's figure quickly disappeared into the dense bushes, a scene he would never forget, and his father's back seemed to be rendered blood-red in the blood-colored sunset.

After the father disappeared, the little boy began to run lifelessly in the dense forest on the right.

The small body seemed to have a huge amount of energy lurking, and the speed at which he ran fast was no less than the speed of an adult.

Tiger fathers have no dogs, and even a young tiger can bite an adult domestic dog to death.

The little boy thought to himself: "If I can successfully run out of the jungle, maybe I can see my father again, I can't admit defeat, I must live, because my father once said that no matter what desperate situation I face in the future, I must not give up my life easily!"

On the other side, the figure of a man flashed out of the bushes again.

He never left at all, just hid in the thick bushes.

"Stinky boy, you run so fast, you deserve to be my son!"

He took off his tattered white shirt stained red with blood, then sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to carefully wipe the long black knife he held in his right hand, his eyes did not have the fear of death, but a look of eagerness.

"There is still 1/3 of the thunder element left in my body, with the strength of my fourth-order demon hero, plus the subtle-level sword technique, I don't know if I can kill all the evil wolves who are chasing after me......"

The man was a little uncertain in his heart, and he didn't know if he could kill the wolf.

But he clearly knows that the goal of those evil wolves is only himself from beginning to end, as long as he doesn't run away, then the bad wolves will no longer pay attention to the little boy who escaped, because of his identity as a demon hero, he is a delicious and abnormal dinner for the evil wolves, and as an ordinary little boy, the attraction to the evil wolves is almost negligible.

The little boy is not a drag on him, but he drags the little boy down.

The man thought to himself, as long as he could stop those evil wolves, Xiao Hai would have a good chance of running out of this cursed forest alive.

"Whew!"

"Whew!Wow!Wow......"

In less than two minutes, the wolf's howl rang out one after another, and the man's eyes, which had been closed, opened suddenly, and he slowly stood up from the ground.

The man held a pitch-black long knife in his right hand, and a series of hideous and twisted blue arcs appeared on his body, and the thunder element in his body temporarily acted as a pacemaker, constantly stimulating his heart, making it beat rapidly, the blood flow rate began to accelerate, the blood surged, and the sluggish and damaged body temporarily returned to a state close to its peak.

Under the sunset, in the dense forest, one person and one knife, the man had an unruly expression on his face, and only the purest killing intent was left in his eyes.

The little boy stumbled along the way, I don't know how many times he fell, although he was so tired that he was about to collapse, but he didn't dare to stop.

Suddenly, a middle-aged man in a white suit reached out and grabbed the little boy's collar and asked loudly, "Little ghost, where is your father?"

The little boy was startled, his body rushed straight forward because of inertia, and then he was strangled by the collar, his face was red, he looked up and saw a middle-aged man with a goatee, and immediately shouted in surprise: "Uncle Zhang, you are Uncle Zhang! Hurry! You go and save my father! Those hungry wolves have been chasing him......"

Although the little boy's tone was flustered, he spoke very methodically, but he explained things clearly in three or five sentences.

Uncle Zhang, who had a goatee, nodded solemnly, picked up the little boy with one hand, and said: "You stupid boy, your father's body has been bleeding, you know, the blood of the demon hero is an incomparable delicacy for those evil wolves, they will definitely bite your father tightly, and they won't care if you, a little brat, run away......!

When the little boy heard this, his clever mind immediately understood, and his little face turned pale, and fear suddenly overwhelmed him.

[Original...... It turns out that Dad is going to sacrifice himself so that I can leave safely!

After the little boy pointed out the direction, Uncle Zhang, who had a goatee, suddenly appeared like a real fireball under his feet, only to see his slender feet stomp on the spot, and the solid fireball on the soles of his feet was squeezed like a spring, and then rebounded suddenly, one large and one small two figures shot out like cannonballs, Uncle Zhang's right palm actually burst into flames, controlling the direction of the flight in the air, suddenly to the left, suddenly to the right, flexibly avoiding those big trees that blocked the way.

The little boy only felt that the leaves around him were rapidly receding, his vision was blurred, and his eyes could barely focus.

By the time they arrived, the small area had turned into a charred flat land, with dry leaves burned to black ashes, and damp earth burned to a deep charred black, surrounded by charred black limbs and severed arms, and endless evil qi intertwined with the demonic aura that soared into the sky.

A blood-colored figure with a long pitch-black knife in his hand stood proudly in the center, like a blood-red statue.

"Daddy!"

Jiang Hai was covered in cold sweat, let out a sad howl from his mouth, and sat up from the bed suddenly, the quilt covering his body slipped off his chest.

His body was wrapped in white gauze and mummified into a mummy, and he sat up suddenly, causing him to feel a faint tingling in the muscles of his body.

The intelligent medical detector instantly sensed that his consciousness had awakened, and soon a cheerful message was transmitted to Zhang Zongheng's lounge, just like a magpie news, it was a pleasant female voice: "The patient has woken up, please go over and check as soon ......as possible!"

Jiang Hai sighed deeply, he dreamed of that scene again.

His father's bloody back was a nightmare that lingered in his mind.

He turned his head to look at the long black knife beside the bed, and with great difficulty reached out to grasp the hilt, slowly pulling it out of its scabbard.

This is a black knife left by his father, an alloy black knife made from the rare metal "iridium" and some other hard metal elements, which is extremely sharp and broken.

It is not only a sharp weapon specially used to slash and kill the demon clan, but also the most precious and precious thing in Jiang Hai, because it is the only thing left by his father.

It's more than just a knife, it's a belief, a strength, and a legacy!