"Boom-"

The massive impact shook the ground into a semi-circular crater, and the rubble floated in the air as if it had lost its gravity.

In the center of the crater, only the frenzied whistling air currents and two broken bodies remained.

The shattered black trench coat danced wildly with the wind, like a flag full of scars, showing its last desperation in the smoke of gunpowder.

"Hey······ Ahem······ Hey hey ······" Blood mixed with laughter poured out of Hu's mouth.

The thick right arm of the beard was like a sharp and thick spear, piercing Scarface's chest fiercely. Scalding green smoke came out of the piercing chest, and it wailed like boiling water.

"For······ Why ······" Scarface squirmed his lips with difficulty.

"Last hand······ Spiritual ······ Soul ······ Self-immolation ······"

The waves of air dissipated, and the rubble and stones slammed back to the ground like fine hailstones, leaving only a little drifting dust and smoke, still witnessing the thrilling blow just now.

"Actually······ Even the soul ······ Hmm······"

The huge pain swallowed the consciousness of the two of them, and the two broken bodies finally fell to their knees heavily.

“······ However······ You'll disappear ······ too." Scarface struggled to hold his body: "Forever······ Disappear ······"

"Hey······ hey"

When he thought of Du Sheng, Hu couldn't help but smile smugly.

"That's ······ Enough ······"

Enough is enough.

"Indeed······" Scarface slowly lowered his eyelids: "Enough······ ······"

The blue eyes slowly lost their luster. All that remained was a half-kneeling corpse with green smoke emitting.

The black coat hunted in the wind, like an elegy for the soul that whispered slowly.

The fine debris peeled off from Hukou's thick body little by little, fell, and drifted into the air, gradually merging with the dust.

Like confetti that has been burned to ashes disappears with the wind, the bearded body is slowly disintegrating.

Faintly, there seemed to be footsteps.

The sound of hurried, stumbling footsteps.

What a familiar sound.

The remaining half of his face turned slightly, and in the blurred afterglow, Du Sheng's figure was getting closer and closer.

"Stinky Boy ······"

The scattered debris was like small crystals shining with strange light in the moonlight, blocking the sight of Hu Koubu's last sight.

Du Sheng rushed to Hu Kou's fat side like crazy, looking at Hu Kou's body that was constantly broken into ashes, tears instantly burst out of his eyes.

"Back again······ What are you doing······" Hu Kou smiled faintly.

"Damn! If you're lost, you can't do it! Du Sheng cried and scolded, wanting to reach out to help, but only touched the slag in one hand.

"Don't bother······ ······" Hu Kouru shook his head: "Let Lao Tzu ······ Take a break······"

Damn, I'm so tired I can't even open my eyes.

It's time to get a good night's sleep.

"Stinky ······ Boy ······"

The smile frozen at the corner of his mouth shattered into dazzling chips in the wind, reflecting the cold moonlight and Du Sheng's raging tears.

Only a handful of ashes drifted in the wind remained in the trembling hands, and the heart-rending wail broke free from Du Sheng's throat and resounded throughout the night sky.

"Hmph, it seems that it is going better than expected." A cruel voice came from behind Du Sheng: "Everything that gets in the way is gone." ”

Leopard-like claws, eerie faces, twisted and terrifying bloody mouths.

It's that little monster!

The green liquid adhered to the little monster like disgusting vomit, and half of the little monster's body seemed to be unable to move, leaving only one foot and one claw, limping towards Du Sheng.

"Do you think I'm really here for revenge? Hahahaha! The strange laughter of yin and yang drifted in the night wind.

"Chess pieces, they are all chess pieces, I am not interested in that fat man, the real target, but you." The little monster licked the green blood on his body: "Speaking of which, I'm also a chess piece, but they didn't expect that I was much smarter than ordinary chess pieces, hahahaha!" ”

The last speck of dust dispersed in Du Sheng's palm, and his trembling hands slowly clenched into solid fists in the words of the little monster's yin and yang.

"In that case, it's good to come to me directly, why, why hurt other people." Du Sheng slowly stood up, his fists clenched and clenched.

"Hahahaha!" The little monster laughed more and more arrogantly: "If they don't die, it's really hard for me to do it!" However, if they did kill you just now, then I would have made a trip for nothing. ”

"What exactly do you want?" Du Sheng turned around, his cold tone with unprecedented anger in his tone.

"You." The little monster pointed to Du Sheng's heart: "To be precise, it's something in your body." But it doesn't matter, when I eat you, it's all mine. ”

"Since you want it so much-" Du Sheng took a deep breath: "Then take it yourself!" ”

Du Sheng, who clenched his fists, rushed towards the little monster like crazy!

There was no hesitation, no dodging, this punch with anger and tears, Shi Dusheng's first punch, and possibly the last.

It doesn't matter anymore.

The little monster stood in place with a smirk, motionless and waiting for Du Sheng's attack.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Du Sheng had only one thought in his heart, an idea that was so strong that he was about to go crazy-

This punch must blow the little monster's head to pieces!

"Poof—"

The sharp front paws instantly penetrated Du Sheng's abdominal cavity.

The red blood spread down the claws, quickly soaking Du Sheng's body.

"Hahahaha-" The little monster smirked and shook Du Sheng's body like a trophy.

"Hah······ Haha······" Du Sheng was so painful that he could barely breathe, and even his vision became extremely blurred, but he gritted his teeth and laughed.

"Now······ Always hit the ······ Let's go! ”

Du Sheng grabbed the claw that penetrated his abdominal cavity, took advantage of the momentum to take a step forward, and let the claw pierce deeper into the abdominal cavity, and let the blood rush out of the wound like a flood that burst the embankment!

"Bang!"

With all his strength, he punched the little monster on the head.

The little monster staggered back a few steps, its claws pulling away from Du Sheng's abdomen. Du Sheng covered his bleeding stomach, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and fell to his knees.

"Hahaha-what, can't you stand up?" The little monster stood still, stared at Du Sheng, who was unable to move, and laughed again: "In return for this punch, I will try my best to ensure that you don't die - before I am completely eaten." So please enjoy the pain, fear, and enjoy this last torture, hahahaha! ”

Suddenly, the little monster's laughter stopped, as if someone had forcibly pressed the pause button, the whole body was motionless, the hideous smile still remained on his face, but there was no longer the viciousness and smugness in his eyes.

Instead, it's a more intuitive look.

Frightened eyes.

"Hee-hee-he ”

The little monster's body trembled involuntarily. With some weird slimy sounds, a pile of black mud slowly poured out from behind the little monster, covering the little monster's body after a while, and a head made of black mud came out of the little monster's shoulder, with a grim smile on its black face.

"Tut-tut, what do I do?" The black clay man grinned in an exaggerated arc and stared at the little monster with squinted eyes.

"I ······ I was wrong······ Forgive me······" The little monster was almost crying.

"I don't think so," the black clay man laughed more creature than the little monster, "because you're worthless." ”

After speaking, the black mud on the little monster's body spread again, and the little monster's body seemed to be pointed, standing in place and unable to move at all, and could only watch the black mud eroding his body.

There was no duel, no bloodshed, not even a chance to wail, and the little monster was just a lump of slimy mud.

"Now, it's your turn." The black mud changed into a human appearance, and walked towards Du Sheng step by step.

"You······ Who is ······?" Du Sheng squeezed out a few words with difficulty, but he was already angry.

"Me? The black clay man laughed, and the black clay hand grabbed Du Sheng's neck like a chain, lifting Du Sheng high.

"Strictly speaking, I am just a faithful servant, a practitioner of ideas."

The pitch-black mud spread across Du Sheng's body.

Chaining his neck, Du Sheng didn't even have the right to scream, so he could only open his mouth wide, tormenting in the purgatory-like pain of this world.

"Boom!"

A golden light burst out from the wound in Du Sheng's abdomen, cutting off the clay hand that locked his neck.

The black clay man took two steps back, not caring about the severed left hand, but staring at the golden light with interest, only to see that this golden light seemed to be alive, and actually took the initiative to cling to Du Sheng's body and wrapped Du Sheng's body.

"It feels ······ Hee-hee-hee-hee, interesting, interesting. The black clay man muttered to himself inexplicably, and after speaking, he turned into a puddle of wet black mud and burrowed into the cracks in the broken ground.

"This ······ What the hell is this······ What ······" Du Sheng stared at the strange light on his body, only to feel another sharp pain in his abdomen, and his vision slowly fell into darkness.

Du Sheng, who fell to the ground, finally slowly lost consciousness.

Darkness, and boundless darkness.

Du Sheng wandered in this chaotic space, with no direction or goal, and could only instinctively move forward, as if something was calling him.

Faintly, Du Sheng seemed to have heard something.

"Kid ······" Woman's voice.

"Kid ······" A man's voice.

"Daddy······ Mom ······" Du Sheng replied in a daze.

When I opened my eyes, there was only endless darkness and chaos.

"Child, you must live." The woman's voice was crying.

"Don't be afraid, child, live." The man's voice was tender.

"Mom, Dad, where are you?" Du Sheng ran and shouted in the darkness, but he could not get out of this endless darkness.

"Ahh With a scream, Du Sheng woke up from his dream.

Crumpled bedding, old televisions, crooked beer bottles and cigarette butts.

A Rough House—Dreaming?

Du Sheng touched his stomach - except for being a little hungry, there seemed to be no wound.

"It really seems to be a dream." Thinking of Hu Jiao, Du Sheng's eyes were a little moist.

The sun shone into the house through the window, and there was a commotion outside, and a group of people were oppressed around the black. I don't know what kind of excitement I'm making.

"Hukou is coarse, damn, Hukou is coarse!" Du Sheng picked his head, only to feel that his whole body hurt terribly.

"Please." A lazy voice came from the side.

Du Sheng turned his head to look, but was suddenly stunned.

A fat man with a round face and a big head was sitting in a chair, staring at himself helplessly.

"I said, do you really think it's a dream?"