In the dead of night, the cold, damp streets smell of blood.

The streets were empty and lifeless.

All the shops were closed, and none of the shops had their lights on.

The whole street was lit only by an old yellow street lamp, and under the light lay a woman, silent.

It was a headless female corpse, and it was really hard to speak.

She collapsed in a pool of blood, and the cause of her death became a mystery.

Suddenly, two lights lit up in the distance.

It can be seen that there is a car with its headlights on, lighting up the night.

Gradually, a gray van came out of the night.

The van itself is not worth much, and the rare highlight is the two lights on the front of the car - Wuling red light!

Ten meters away from the headless female corpse, the van stopped.

Syllable!

The driver's window rolled down, and someone threw out a dark-colored bag.

Body bag.

The people in the car seemed to come prepared.

When the doors opened, the van did not turn off and the lights continued to be on.

Out of the car was not a few heavily armed agents, but only one person.

He carried no weapons on him, and walked lonely like snow in the night wind.

In his early twenties, he has short hair and a very attractive face. Under the interweaving of the light of street lamps and car lights, this decadent young man gives people a sense of weathering.

He wears a short-sleeved floral shirt, black beach pants, and a pair of pink flip-flops.

As I walked, my slippers made a snapping sound.

This kind of casual dress is like an otaku going out to buy supper at night, which has a unique style, reminiscent of the actor Liang Chaowei at his peak, no matter what crumpled old clothes, he wears them very tastefully, and naturally exudes a highly recognizable charm that is difficult for ordinary people to imitate.

His name is Wang Xia, a spirit hunter.

Wang Xia glanced at the headless female corpse and lit a cigarette.

He called it aftermath smoke and used it to pay tribute to the souls of the deceased.

After only two puffs, he stuck his cigarette into a small hole in the front of the car, like a burning incense.

He had to get out of here before the incense burned out.

Otherwise, he will be trapped here for eternity, and he will never be able to return to the real human world.

Wang Xia didn't go to collect the female corpse, and walked straight to the other side of the street, staring at a garbage can.

The garbage can was dumped on the side of the road, as if it had been knocked over by a powerful volley.

As far as Wang Xia could see, he saw a human head.

It was a woman's head, with long blood-stained hair, and a face covered by long hair that was cold and twisted with extreme horror.

Wang Xia, who had his hands in his pockets, pulled out his hands, stretched his waist, and moved his muscles and bones.

After the event, he didn't mean to make a move, and went straight out.

Stepping on and pulling, like a professional football player, he turned the human head upside down.

Seven or eight times in a row, he seemed to be moving, performing several difficult street soccer tricks.

When the human head was kicked to a height of five meters and fell at a high speed, the human head suddenly opened its eyes!

Blood-red eyes, full of fierce light.

Bang!

Wang Xia volleyed with one kick, and the difficulty coefficient was comparable to Qi Zu's flying immortals back then.

The human head that flew out like a cannonball smashed into a wall in the distance, and it was embedded in the wall.

In an instant, the stone and earth flew, the human head shook violently, and the strong force caused a large hole in the wall to crack.

Something even more incredible happened, the human head, suspended in mid-air, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, made a sinister voice: "You...... How do you know I'm not dead? ”

Wang Xia looked at the human head, and was somewhat concerned about the mentally retarded: "Say that you are a fierce ghost street, and you don't raise ghosts." Say you're an evil spirit street, and you don't have an evil spirit virus. There are flaws everywhere, and I'm embarrassed to take them out to scare people, can I be professional? ”

The head hanging in the air suddenly smiled: "Hehehehe, don't miss a flaw, how could you reckless spirit hunters come in to find me?" Hmph, those mortals are not delicious at all, and they are all so boring. I'm so empty, I'm so lonely, people like you as a fun and replenished spirit hunter. ”

Before he could finish speaking, the human head flew towards the headless female corpse.

With a kind of "I will compose the head" momentum, it merges with the headless female corpse.

With a crisp tearing sound, the woman's long skirt cracked.

The exposed skin, sickly gray, shimmered in the light.

The originally petite body expanded rapidly, exceeding one meter eight.

The two eyes were sunken, and the scarlet pupils flickered with cold light.

The lips turned out, revealing two sharp fangs.

The two arms, suddenly without fingers, turned into sharp bone spurs, indescribably terrifying.

Take a look at the liver and intestines, and see the soul of the two eyes scattered.

The woman in front of her, no matter which way you look at it, is no longer a person.

Seeing the other party show his original form, Wang Xia also made a judgment - a fierce spirit.

Midnight fierce spirits, cannibalistic and life-seeking.

"Come on, handsome guy, let's have some fun." The female demon also moved her muscles and bones, and her body made a clicking sound.

"Don't come here, I'm afraid." Wang Xia took two steps back.

"I haven't started playing yet, are you scared?" The female evil spirit was disappointed.

"Well, I'm afraid you can't afford to play." Wang Xia said.

"Humph!"

The female fierce spirit snorted coldly and expressed one of the languages it is better at - body language.

It started at a speed far faster than the Olympic sprint champion, and it was inserted with lightning speed.

The bone spur in his right arm, like an overlord gun, is enough to pierce the shield.

This time, Wang Xia did not retreat.

He stood still and straightened his hair, his lips twitching, and he said something to his feet: "Reach your feet." ”

Bang!

The female fierce spirit that sprinted fell to the ground without warning.

Its left ankle was inexplicably swollen like a moldy loaf of bread.

"Spirits?"

The female fierce spirit looked at her swollen ankles, her scarlet eyes were full of shame, and her tone was full of shame: "Damn spirit hunter, you actually used such an unruly spirit spell against me?" ”

Wang Xia was expressionless: "Don't talk nonsense, continue, can't you afford to play?" ”

Before the words fell, a cold light flashed in front of him.

The female murderous spirit who fell to the ground catapulted in an unbelievable way.

It's like a mortar, at first glance it's crouching there, and as soon as you're not paying attention, it's fired.

Wang Xia was already on guard and continued to recite his unique three-character scripture: "Flash to the waist." ”

With a muffled snort, the female murder spirit that ejected fell from mid-air.

It slammed into the concrete floor, shattering to pieces.

Those who practice martial arts pay attention to the unity of waist and horse.

In fact, all humanoid creatures, the point of force, are in the waist.

Don't look at the female fierce spirit is no longer human, its physiological characteristics determine the point of force.

When he was violently exerting force, he suddenly flashed to his waist, and the end was predictable.

At the moment it fell to the ground and rolled over, unable to get up for a while.

Originally, the female fierce spirit and Wang Xia were separated by ten meters, but now, even the rolling belt has only advanced five meters.

Wang Xia still stood still and sent encouragement: "Come on, you can do it." Hurry up and do it again. ”

The female murderer was so angry that she couldn't speak, she obviously felt pain, and it took a lot of effort to get up.

This time, it no longer sprinted, nor did it eject, limping towards Wang Xia.

Eat a trench and grow a wisdom, the third attack of the female fierce spirit, chose to approach slowly.

It is very careful with every step it takes, for fear of stumbling on its feet again.

In this situation of not exerting force, it didn't believe that Wang Xia could help it.

Facing the female murderer who was on guard, Wang Xia also changed the way to open it: "Pull the egg." ”

The famous scene appeared.

The female murderer, who was just about to raise her leg and take a small step, took a big step inexplicably.

It is very willful with a fork, showing off the standard one-word horse.

Although, it has no eggs.

The egg is, and it's no less painful than a man with an egg.

It's like a fat man of more than 200 pounds who passively splits a fork, making a pig cry in pain, and the woman is stuck in place and can't move, and she wants to stand up and has no strength for a while, so she is extremely embarrassed to maintain the splitting posture.

"I'm not playing with you anymore."

Wang Xia seemed to have lost interest, and then recited five words: "Piercing the heart, Lao Tie!" ”

The female murderer who lost her mind under the severe pain also lost her ability to adapt.

It suddenly raised the bone spur in its right arm and stabbed it into its heart.

By the time it realized that something was wrong, the sharp bone spurs had already stabbed itself in the heart.

As long as the heart is still there, even if it has no head and its hands and feet are cut off, it can be resurrected with full blood.

However, everything is afraid of a but.

When the vital heart is destroyed, no matter how powerful the spirit is, it will not survive.

The female fierce spirit's gaze could not be focused, and it quickly dimmed, and her hideous face was still filled with disbelief.

It didn't believe it until it died, and stabbed itself to death with his own hands.

The cigarette stuck in the front of the car was halfway burned.

Wang Xia picked up the cigarette and put it in his mouth, blew a few breaths, and used the smoke to disperse the smell of the corpse.

He then put the female evil spirit in a body bag and threw it in the trunk of the van.

Judging from his quick movements, this kind of thing has been done many times.

The cigarette burned out and fell to the ground.

"If you don't have quality, how can you litter cigarette butts?"

Suddenly, a passer-by stood on the moral high ground and ruthlessly despised Wang Xia.

The street in front of me is still the old street of the night market.

The deserted and suffocating gloom that had been empty before, disappeared out of thin air, as if a hidden world had collapsed in an instant.

The shops on both sides of the street are brightly lit.

Some people are shopping at street stalls, some people are eating barbecue, and the whole street is full of fireworks and bustle.

The despised Wang Xia smiled self-deprecatingly, walked into the van, and disappeared into the night.