In the early morning, a round of sunrise moves the eastern horizon with a little light, tenaciously drilling through the leafy forest sea, swaying the light on the ground of the forest, the forest that was still empty of mountains and birds suddenly became lively, and many animals woke up and started a new day.

The sun also shone on Zhang Wei, his face was now dull, his eyes were blank, his face and body were covered with red bloodstains, and he looked extremely penetrating. In front of him there were four earthy yellow ground thorns, all covered with blood, and at the top of one of them was a foreigner with only the upper body, and a large amount of blood was left along the ground thorn, and the foreigner was stiff and white, already dead.

When the time for the "ground thorn" magic came, the four ground thorns turned into a piece of dirt and fell to the ground, half of the corpse of the chariot also fell to the ground, a breeze slowly came from the forest and swept the surrounding air currents, and the wind with a natural fresh smell mixed with rich blood drilled into Zhang Wei's nose, making him regain consciousness. When Zhang Wei saw the scene in front of him again, he suddenly fell to his knees and began to vomit, but he hadn't eaten much last night, and his ability to joke was amazing, and now he vomited out no food residues.

Zhang Wei vomited like this for a long time, and even vomited bile, and he felt that his stomach was constantly twitching. Finally holding back the feeling of strong vomiting, Zhang Wei slowly raised his head, looking at the hellish scene in front of him, and there was an indescribable feeling in his heart. Although the hanged man died in his hands last time, he was covered up by the mutated creeper, so his feeling of killing was not strong, but today is different from last time, the foreigner in front of him not only died in his hands, but was cut off and died, this bloody scene made him suffer a great psychological impact.

Originally, after Zhang Wei vomited, there was a sense of weakness all over his body, but now he didn't know where he got the strength, so he suddenly turned around and ran, ran to a nearby stream in one go, and then stripped off all his clothes and jumped into a small pool of water in the stream.

The temperature of the water in the mountains is extremely low in the early morning, and when Zhang Wei enters the water, a cold feeling immediately swept through his body, making his skin all over his body have goosebumps, but Zhang Wei can't care about this coldness now, just stir up the splash and begin to rub the blood stains on his body, as if washing away the blood stains can make him forget the bloody scene just now.

When Zhang Wei washed off the blood stains on his body, the sun had completely risen, and the autumn sun was not as hot as summer, but shining on Zhang Wei's body, he still felt a trace of warmth. Now that Zhang Wei had calmed down, he came out of the water, dried his feet with his clothes where there was no bloodstain, put on socks and shoes, wrapped all his clothes in a ball, tied them with the sleeves of his jacket, and walked back naked in the direction he had just run from.

At this moment, Zhang Wei's face was cold, he knew that he had to go back and deal with the killer's body and the surrounding bloodstains, although it was deep in the mountains, but the road just now was obviously for people to walk, in case someone found the killer's body and went to the police, maybe it would implicate himself, although the possibility was very low, but Zhang Wei still didn't want this to happen.

Coming to the bloody place again, Zhang Wei's cold face turned a little white, and his stomach stirred again, but this time he quickly endured the discomfort, picked up the two corpses of the chariot, and came to a place with lush vines in the forest, pulled out a lot of those vines, put them on the corpse, and launched the magic "Savage Growth".

Under the effect of magic, the vines quickly rooted themselves into the corpse and began to vigorously extract nutrients, but in just a dozen seconds, the two corpses disappeared from this world. Although Zhang Wei saw this miraculous scene, his face was expressionless, and he didn't even have any fluctuations in his heart, just put together the remaining clothes, weapons and other unbroken vines into a pile, wrapped them in the jacket of the chariot, and returned to the place full of bloodstains.

The largest puddle of blood had been covered by the dirt after the "ground thorn" magic had failed, and the rest were sporadic splatters of blood, Zhang Wei wiped it with the dirt little by little, until all the conspicuous blood stains were cleaned up, Zhang Wei carried his clothes and the clothes of the chariot and walked towards his camp.

"Zhang Wei, are you okay?" the Elf Heart suddenly asked in a loud voice when Zhang Wei was halfway through the journey.

Zhang Wei didn't reply, just walked silently.

After a while, the heart of the elf said: "Zhang Wei, I can feel that your breath is very dark, I don't think you have to have a psychological burden in order to kill someone, think about it, if you don't kill him just now, he will kill you, if he kills you, do you think he will have a psychological burden? Definitely not, because he is a person who specializes in killing people for a living." If you think about it again, he is a killer, and the death aura on his body is thick, which shows that he has killed many people, and you can kill him, one is to protect yourself, the other is to avenge those who died in vain at his hands, and the third is to purify the world, so why should you have a psychological burden?"

Although Zhang Wei was silent, he still listened to the words of the Elf Heart, Mu Ran's pupils flickered, and it took a long time to say to the Elf Heart: "What you said makes sense, thank you for your persuasion, I will adjust my mentality." ”

Back at the camp, Zhang Wei found a new set of clothes to put on, re-lit the fire, first threw his bloodstained clothes into the fire, and then untied the remaining items of the chariot, Zhang Wei poured out all the things in the backpack, such as passports, cards, dollars and renminbi and other things were thrown into the fire, he didn't know if there were hands and feet on these things, so it was better to destroy them, anyway, he was not short of money. There were still some bottles and cans in the backpack, and Zhang Wei couldn't figure out the purpose, so he dug a pit and buried them.

In the end, there was an iron medallion with patterns and English letters, and the "boye knife" that had been used in the chariot, Zhang Wei thought about it, put these two things aside, and then threw all his clothes into the fire.

After doing all this, it was already noon, Zhang Wei was not in the mood for live broadcast, so he went to the live broadcast platform to take a day off, and then went to find the sniper rifle and the discarded pistol left in the forest, and threw it far away into the deep pool of a stream, and returned to the camp.

Just walked back to the camp, Zhang Wei was still in a bad mood, but he inadvertently felt that a special fluctuation was being released from the fire, and before he could make any moves, the elven heart suddenly spoke, "Zhang Wei, did you throw the holy relic into the fire?"

After the heart of the elf said this, Zhang Wei suddenly remembered that he put the unicorn horn in the pocket of his camouflage uniform last night, and he didn't pay attention when he came back just now, so he threw the clothes directly into the fire.

"it, it won't burn out, will it?" Zhang Wei's attention immediately shifted from the murderous gloom, and he quickly found a long branch, picked up the fire and scattered it, and finally found the beast horn in a pile of ashes.

However, at this time, the horns of the beast had become like a section of black charcoal, Zhang Wei "groaned" in his heart, and quickly pulled the horns out of the fire with a branch, and did not dare to pour it with water, for fear of being fried again after the heat and cold.

"Don't worry, if it can be burned by ordinary flames, the holy relic is too fragile, and it will be fine. Elf Heart sensed Zhang Wei's worry and said out loud.

Zhang Wei breathed a sigh of relief, and waited for a while before carefully picking up the horn from the ground, holding the horn in the palm of his hand, Zhang Wei took out a wet wipe, ready to wipe off the black traces of the fire on it, but he didn't think about it, just used a little bit of strength, and a crack suddenly appeared on the surface of the horn in the palm of his hand, which made Zhang Wei's heart pinch up again, and he didn't dare to move in the slightest.

But the crack did not stop because of Zhang Wei's carefulness, but grew bigger and bigger, spreading towards the entire horn, and even a small piece of black shell fell off the horn.

"Holy, Elven Heart, what's going on?"

The elf said, "Don't worry, I feel that the holy relic is not damaged, but I have confessed to the Lord." ”

"What do you mean?" Zhang Wei was confused.

"To put it simply, it is from now on that you officially own this holy relic, and it is from now on that this holy relic develops to play its truly magical role. ”

"I understand everything you say, but I don't understand the meaning, can you make it clear?"

The heart of the elf said: "The horn of this unicorn has been sacrificed by people, I told you this last time, so it needs two means to choose the master again, one is imperceptible, often take it with you, when it adapts to your life magnetic field, it will naturally recognize the master, this process may take a year or two." There is also a faster method, that is, to use the lives of elves, humans, dwarves, orcs and other high-level intelligent creatures for blood sacrifice, but this method is too cruel, I am against this, I didn't tell you, I didn't expect you to let the killer's blood stain the holy relic today, and the blood sacrifice of the holy relic by mistake, it seems that this is also the arrangement of the goddess of nature. ”

This time Zhang Wei understood, but he didn't blame the heart of the elves for not telling him that the holy relics could be sacrificed by blood, because even if he knew this method, he wouldn't use it, which was contrary to his principles of being a man.

Now that he knew that the horns were fine, Zhang Wei carefully cleaned up the black shell on the surface, and when the black shell was gone, the white horns inside were suddenly exposed.

After the blood sacrifice, the horn seems to have undergone some changes, the previous horn is white, like a tusk with a little thread on the surface, and the color is dark, but after the blood sacrifice is different, although the horn is still white, but in the gap between the threads, you can see a wisp of red silk thinner than the hair, and the tip of the horn if there is no flickering needle-tip size light, if you don't pay attention to it, you think it is reflective, but to say the biggest difference, is that the surface of this horn becomes smooth, like a layer of enamel, the overall look is warm and crystalline, and there is no astringent feeling before to the touch。 After this change in the horns, even those who don't know the goods know that this thing is an extraordinary thing, and it is undoubtedly more like a holy object.

Zhang Wei blew away the scorched black shell of the remaining parts of the beast's horn one by one, and found two symbols at the bottom that he had never seen before, and after carefully identifying them, he found that he didn't know them at all, and couldn't help but wonder: "Elf heart, what do these two symbols mean?"

"The word of the Giants, which means - Thunder Punishment!" the Elven Heart explained, but the tone was implicitly angry.