Mu Fei had never seen such a monster before, and even a hunter like him who had been dealing with demons for many years was shocked by the appearance of this monster.

The things in front of him can no longer be called human, not even demons.

It can only be said that it is another more evil and weird species.

Ma Yang stood upside down with his head between Mu Fei and Zhao Qing, his mouth open to the sky like a bowl making a "gurgling" sound, listening to it like a broken rusty gear forcibly turning. As the sound grew louder, Ma Yang's body began to shake with the vibration of his throat.

The gurgling sound grew louder and louder, making Mu Fei want to cover his ears.

Ma Yang's body shook up and down crazily, and the frequency was so fast that people could see countless ghosts.

In the end, Ma Yang's throat let out a "quack" laugh, and the violent sound was like a mutated mechanical puppet, and Mu Fei and Zhao Qing, who had just gotten up from the ground, could feel the pain of their eardrums even if they covered their ears.

Zhao Qing saw that although the enemy was facing him, he was facing Mu Fei, and said that the other party's eyes were not on his body, and he didn't think about anything else at the moment, so he raised his sickle and beckoned to the other party's body.

Feeling Zhao Qing's movements, Ma Yang's six eyes turned in her direction at the same time, and the rattling laughter stopped abruptly, just as the sickle was about to swing at him, he suddenly turned over violently with both hands on the ground, and the huge soles of his feet stood upside down, kicking the sickle away with one kick, and kicking Zhao Qing's face directly with the other foot.

The other party's movements were incredibly fast, and Zhao Qing shrank on the ground in a hurry, avoiding the soles of the other party's feet.

After squatting down, Zhao Qing's eyes were on Ma Yang's upside-down head, and his eyes were looking at each other's six eyes, and he could clearly see the bloodshot and pus-yellow secretions under the other party's eyes.

Although it is an elite hunter who has been in a hundred battles. Zhao Qing is a girl after all, and suddenly face to face with this strange face so closely, she suddenly turned pale and gasped.

"Be careful!" Mu Fei saw the upside-down Ma Yang's feet falling, smashing down on the top of Zhao Qing's head, and he didn't have time to rush over to block it, so he could only shout and remind.

Hearing Mu Fei's shout, Zhao Qing, who was a little stunned by fright, reacted. Spotting the attack from above his head, he immediately curled up in a ball and rolled on the spot, directly past Ma Yang and rolled behind the opponent.

Then Zhao Qing stood up with one hand on the ground, stood upright, and stood in front of Mu Fei.

"Are you alright?" Mu Fei asked with a slight frown.

Zhao Qing didn't answer, he just shook his head slowly, and his eyes didn't leave the enemy in front of him for a moment.

Mu Fei glanced at the huge black scythe, knowing that Zhao Qing's weapon was very restricted in this small room, and it was not easy to play a role, so it looked so embarrassed.

His weapon dimmed since he was engulfed in the black liquid along with Ma Yang. He lost his tracks, and although he could sense the presence of the dark light, he couldn't see where it was.

Glancing at Ma Yang's smooth and swollen belly like a frog, Mu Fei couldn't help but guess that the dark light wouldn't be swallowed by that guy, right?

Because before Ma Yang's change, Mu Fei stabbed the dark light into the opponent's abdomen, and then inflicted fatal injuries on the opponent.

When Ma Yang changed, he couldn't take back the dim light in time, so his weapon was engulfed in the black fog along with Ma Yang.

As a result, the light is now gone. The biggest possibility is that Ma Yang wrapped the weapon in his abdomen into his abdomen when he changed.

But if that's the case, can Ma Yang still be able to move so freely?

Not to mention a short knife. Even if it is a toothpick, if a normal person swallows it, it will be painful, right?

Normal people......

Mu Fei couldn't help but feel a little amused by his thoughts.

Ma Yang in front of him, can he still think according to a normal person?

Mu Fei put down his left hand, revealing his left eye, which had been covering because of the pain.

He wondered what Ma Yang would look like now in his left line of sight.

Can you see your own weapon?

The connection between the left eye and the dark light seems to be deeper than his own blood. I think you can see some clues.

Thinking like this, Mu Fei opened his left eye.

At the same time, Ma Yang suddenly jumped on the spot, opened his neck like a bowl-like mouth, stretched out his tongue and pounced on the two of them.

Mu Fei and Zhao Qing immediately avoided both sides. One flashed sideways to the window, and the other jumped straight onto the large bed in the center of the bedroom.

Mu Fei leaned against the window with his eyes wide open, and then, he covered his mouth and bent down, with a painful and patient expression on his face.

He was indeed patient, patient, patiently churning in his stomach, patiently not vomiting on the spot.

In the sight of his left eye, Ma Yang's body was like a huge and distorted piece of filth, as if the entire body had been disassembled and then reassembled haphazardly, and there was no shape at all. The pus-covered corpse parts also looked cuter than what was in front of them.

Beside him, even the air was disgusted with him and wanted to flee, forming a twisted vortex.

Mu Fei took a deep breath and pressed the acid surging in his stomach.

Before he could calm down, Ma Yang attacked again. I saw him raise a palm and wave it towards Zhao Qing on the bed, and at the same time swing his huge tail and flick it at Mu Fei.

Seeing this, Mu Fei immediately leaned over to dodge, and his tail flung directly against the window, only to hear a clang, followed by the sound of broken glass coming from his back.

Countless broken glass smashed into Mu Fei's back like a torrential rain, he only felt a hot pain, stood up and shook the glass shards to the ground, he could feel that his back was not injured.

The defense of the new uniform is really good, and it is not in vain that he has spent so many points.

At present, Ma Yang's attention was obviously focused on Zhao Qing's body, and he saw him waving his arms and constantly attacking Zhao Qing.

And Zhao Qing held the scythe that did not match her body to dodge left and right, and wanted to fight back, but was always hindered by the narrow room, and the scythe was always unable to swing smoothly because it slashed against the wall.

Mu Fei covered his left eye and observed carefully.

Although the vision of one eye has an impact on the judgment of form, it is better than the impact of what is seen with the left eye.

At that glance just now, he saw the red light emitted by the dark light in that lump of "things", and judging from the sight of his right eye, the dark light was indeed in Ma Yang's belly as he thought.

Staring at the other party's bulging abdomen, Mu Fei only felt a little tricky.

What can I do to get the dark light out?

The best way to do this is to slice Ma Yang's abdomen open, but there is no weapon to use at the moment.

Glancing at the sickle that looked unusually cramped in the room, Mu Fei frowned deeply. (To be continued......)