The rain curtain was swept away in an instant, and thousands of raindrops were bounced off and guided under the momentum, turning into countless small splashes of water. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Griffith stretched out his right hand, his index finger curled slightly, and flicked it against the tip of the whip's head, making a crunch of gold and iron.

The whip flicked straight away like a hard piece of solid iron, and the bloody little Mark shook his right hand, and the whip softened in vain, and was dexterous and soft like a snake, and turned back.

Griffith reached out to block it, and then the short whip changed direction again in a small area, and hit the joint of the wrist, and if Griffith hadn't responded in time, the wrist bone would have been shattered.

Almost at the same time, Griffith's face turned cold, and the five fingers of a fluffy palm with dirty sharp nails were spread, and the form and indomitable impact made people think of those wild beasts buried in history and long extinct in time.

Griffith's head tilted to the left, and the large, hideous palm of his hand sliced through a few strands of his hair with the sound of wind and raindrops, and struck him at the door of his head.

A vague claw made of rain flashed in the air, and it was the bloody little Mark who burst out of power for a short time, causing the air to stir up the rain curtain.

The palm brushed against Griffith's neck, then retracted in vain, grabbed Griffith's left shoulder, and pulled him staggering.

Within a short distance, the bloody little Mark's spur-like knee hit him at a tricky angle, and Griffith crossed his arms to protect his skull, his stumbling body flying with the force suddenly exerted.

The flying body stretched irrepressibly in the air, and the short whip just drew back, deftly circumnavigating half a circle around the back of Griffith's neck, and struck Griffith's side face.

The corner of the mask shattered to reveal the left side of the boy's fleshy face, and a clear whip mark oozing blood clearly emerged from red to purple.

Griffith's expression remained unchanged, and he snapped his fingers in unison, clanging the whip that twisted and twisted like a water snake.

As soon as his toes touched the ground, he suddenly stepped back half a step with force, and a slender object, strangely discounted in the air, with nowhere to borrow force, at a speed that almost defied physics, twisted the angle and shot past his chest.

The whip hit the wall and was pulled back, as straight as a long knife, and swept across Griffith's nose.

And the wall was 'kissed' by a short whip, and a small depression with a depth of two centimeters equal to the width of the whip body immediately appeared on the bluestone foundation pillar, and the smashed bluestone base was suddenly twisted by the high-speed rotating whip body, turning into fine stone powder, and exploded into smoke and dust with the long whip that was pulled back.

The figures parted at the touch of a button, and then screwed together again.

The violent whistling of whips and the sound of fists and kicks cutting through the air resounded in the dense raindrops, and the impermeable whip shadows and rapidly surging figures were woven into a huge cocoon-shaped afterimage in a small area.

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Inside the cocoon, a masked boy blocked, reversed, and swayed like duckweed in a hurricane of afterimages and fists and kicks, the remnants of which were like huge hammerheads that reciprocated mechanically, bombarding Griffith's slender and weak body continuously.

Huge cocoon balls weave countless white air currents rumbling and rolling in the alleys, the ground and walls are plowed deep ravines and whip marks, and the rain is stirred up by the cocoon balls, turning into 'water arrows' that splash everywhere.

The whip arched its body like a living thing, and it popped out like a bullet at the right time, and Griffith blocked it again with his right index finger and took advantage of the momentum to retreat.

Bloody little Mark gasped for air with excitement, his face congested with excitement and turned an eerie bright red. Instead of continuing to chase Griffith, he stood still, unconsciously shaking his body and eyeballs.

The skin on his back cracked open like dry bark and plant ash, squeezing into his muscles. The muscles in his back were like a boiling soup, surging and disappearing one muscle bump after another, making him look like a XXXL toad.

Bloody little Mark's image now looks weird and hideous, his whole body is almost folded in half into a weird inverted U shape, his arms are shrunk, and he is still hanging on the ground. This big man, who stood upright and had a figure of 1.80 meters, was folded in half like this, with his head held high like a snake, and it was only the height of Griffith's chest.

Griffith indifferently watched the bloody little Mark transform away from humanity little by little, and his expression was not rich as always, and he couldn't see joy or sorrow as always. He dipped his finger in the whip mark on the left side of his face, a drop of red blood stuck to the tip of his index finger, he opened his mouth and licked it, inhaling it into his stomach.

Since ancient times, the evolution of living things has never produced cannibalistic species, which is a taboo, and it is an existence that the laws of the universe cannot tolerate.

Just like dogs don't eat dog meat, cats don't eat cat meat, even if it's cooked, carefully cooked, sprinkled with spices, these animals that follow instinct more than think still won't move, this is a kind of constraint in the dark, a kind of induction.

But what if one day cannibalism?

The answer to this matter has some clues in many folk horror stories or some unorthodox wild histories.

For example, in folklore, ghouls who were degenerated from humans devoured their own kind of alienated benders, they are typical representatives of the alienation brought by human cannibalism.

These 'things' themselves are human beings, but they have become creatures that prey on humans, and they stand at a higher end of the biological chain than humans, so they have become a new species, a species that is gradually distancing itself from humans.

Of course, the probability of such a transformation is not 100%, and not everyone will become a monster if they eat people, on the contrary, the probability of human beings with this system is extremely low among everyone.

The state in which Bloody Little Mark is now is a process of transition from a human to a new species, and this process of metamorphosis from body to soul has apparently been maintained for quite some time.

Due to his deformities as a child, his mind was severely distorted, and he has maintained the habit of feeding on human flesh and blood all these years.

I don't know whether to rejoice or lament, Mr. Mark is one of the very few humans with a mutated physique, and under the years of twisted resentment and the advancement of his own flesh and blood, he has walked a path of complete darkness from which there is no turning back.

Griffith took a deep sniff of the moist air and closed his eyes, a little drunk. His stomach growled out of place, like a loud toad.

Griffith pursed his shriveled lips with his tongue and giggled strangely.

"It's a unique taste, sweeter than cheese and bitter than chocolate......"

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The night was deeper, the darkness bewildered the eyes, and in a matter of minutes the rain in the alley became a little heavier.

There was a faint thunder rolling in the sky, a white light flashed, and the distant mountains were illuminated at all, like day.

The smell of blood in the alleys was washed together by the rain, and became a handful, a small pool, with a strange red, flowing into the low-lying places.

Kira and the red-haired boy were drenched on their heads and faces by the heavy rain, and their carefully combed erect hair was wet and scattered, lying on their faces, embarrassed.

But in such a rainy day, these young men did not dare to find some place to take shelter from the rain, they stood cautiously in place, afraid of attracting the attention of something, and looked directly at the two figures, which became more and more blurred as the night deepened.

The damp and rainy night drenched people's even colder moods, and in that dark, humble and dirty alley, the boy with the mask stood up, and with a small voice, he finally opened his mouth rarely:

"That's it, Mark, that's it.

As a professional executor and judge, I must express my satisfaction with your previous performance, and I have to say, you are really a strong and brave ...... Forehead...... Monkey.

Behold, dear Mark, you have wounded me, and you have done a good job, though you have achieved this only because I did not give it my all.

Sadly, that's the end of it, Mark, it's game over.

I know you've been exercising well and your blood has soaked every muscle cell, which is very gratifying. I think you know me, flesh and blood that has not been exercising for a long time does not taste very good. ”

Griffith didn't take advantage of the previous battle, and even had a faint disadvantage, he stood there at this time, saying such words that didn't look at his opponent in his eyes, and his words were domineering under his faint expression.

Simply, the battle between the supernatural people, similar to Kira or the Red Haired Ilk can't be understood at all. They only saw the thrilling and fierce fight between the two sides, and while they were afraid, they also felt their blood boiling and their hearts were excited.

But in addition to Ji Liang and others, there was also a clear-eyed person present, and it was Xue Yijie over there.

Xue Yijie paid attention to the whole process of the battle, and he sighed at the combat effectiveness of the two people in front of him with his current physical state.

Especially after the transformation of the bloody little Mark, the momentum that is rising is simply devastating for Xue Yijie, who has been seriously injured, and the bloody Mark in the form of a 'human' before is like two people.

If the bloody little Mark at the beginning, Xue Yijie was able to fight with the other party during the victory period, then the level of strength of the bloody Mark after the liberation directly stabilized Xue Yijie's head, even if the other party didn't use tricks, just pushed it over, Xue Yijie couldn't bear it.

The masked man on the other side of the alley was still talking to himself nervously, and he couldn't hear what he was saying. Xue Yijie didn't know who the other party was, how old he was, but with the other party's height and voice, let's call him a boy, although Xue Yijie also thought that he was a perverted dwarf with a beard who was pretending to be tender in a serious way.

ps: Thank you again Godeffect for your continued reward, hey, it's the first time I've enjoyed this treatment, I'm quite happy, thank you, dear.