The bitter lessons of the past have taught me that the closer we get to victory, the more we should not take it lightly. When you think you're putting your enemy in a corner, you may be pushing yourself into a corner. However, the Figureless Killer doesn't seem to have the "wit for last-minute battle". It was precisely because of the unreserved pouring of all its strength into this final blow that it was unable to form a perfect enough dodge against my Jedi counterattack. With the sudden flash of the snowy sword, it could only save its head in danger, but lost its entire right hand.

The blood burst out, and the severed hand fell to the ground.

I didn't look at its severed hand, but immediately stepped forward and launched a rapid succession of attacks.

It swept away the strength of the party and fell into a predicament of being overstretched. Infinite endurance and over-speed regeneration, both of which are abilities that cannot be immediately manifested in the form of attacks, so it is completely impossible to fight against me with both hands. I'll have to try to break all of its mobility before it can complete its overdrive regeneration of its right hand.

It is worth noting that even if it was so hurt, it did not show the slightest negative performance. Combined with this attitude of refusing any communication, I feel very deeply that it as a spirit is more like a natural phenomenon without intelligence than some of its own kind with intelligence. They only follow certain pre-set program activities, without any subjective thoughts of their own. It was the same when it appeared last time, if Xu Shengxing didn't attack it, it would be as if Xu Shengxing didn't exist. And after killing Xu Quanan, even if Xu Shengxing persevered in chasing and killing it, it had no intention of fighting back. There is no doubt that it has its own criteria for judging those who should be killed and those who should not be killed.

Perhaps, in its opinion, Xu Shengxing is the one who should not be killed, and Xu Quanan and I are the ones who should be killed.

So, what exactly is its benchmark? Why did you kill Xu Quanan? Where are I and Xu Quanan the same?

Could it be that it is actually a law-abiding citizen, because Xu Quanan and I are both lawbreakers, so it has to be punished?

This is also too absurd.

Suddenly, I noticed that the regeneration of its right hand was slower than I had expected.

No, not slowly, but not regeneration. The blood from its severed wrist was slowly wriggling, but it seemed to be hesitating whether it should continue to regenerate, and there was no sign of recovery.

Why? Because its hands are special weapons, it is more difficult to regenerate than bones?

Or is it that my short knife, born out of a small-town nightmare, seems to be ordinary, but in fact has the special ability to restrain over-speed regeneration?

Now is not even the time to think about that. My "Break It Down" mode will collapse at any moment, and I have to fix it quickly. I attacked it by all means like someone who could only hold his breath in the water for a minute, but was on the verge of suffocation and had to ask himself to hold his breath for another minute. It was finally suppressed to the limit by me, and just as I was about to succeed again, it retreated sharply, as if thrown into a lake, and leaped into the shade of the trees behind it.

At the same time, my "turn parts into wholes" model has come to an end.

It ran away?

I gasped heavily, scanning my surroundings warily. It never came out again, presumably it really ran away. The severed hand on the ground also collapsed into a large number of black-purple light particles, which passed away with the wind like sparks in the sky.

In the distance, the sound of a police car honking could be heard.

You can't stay here for long. I dragged my tired body to take out a change of clothes buried in the park and woods, so as not to be searched by the people at the inspection site. In addition, the wound on the chamber must also be disinfected to stop bleeding and bandaged. The injury is so serious, it is absolutely impossible for Xu Shengxing to see it at home. I remember the bandages were also put together with the change of clothes, as if they were ......

At that moment, I suddenly noticed something, and immediately drew my attention from my surroundings and put it on my own chamber.

My wounds are gone.

*

I walked out of sight to a public restroom miles away from the park, lifted my shirt, and examined my body in great detail.

Thirty minutes later, I confirmed a total of three things.

First, my wounds were all healed, there were no scars, all that remained was phantom pain. If it weren't for this blood, I'm afraid I would have wondered if this so-called wound was an illusion created by the strong killing intent of the Invisible Killer.

Second, the reason why the wound will heal is probably because of the "blood power" that appeared in my body during the last blood sacrifice ceremony.

The evidence is that in my perception there is a noticeable decrease in the total amount of blood flowing through my veins.

To prove this hypothesis, I am going to create a wound for myself with my own hands. At first, I wanted to use the short knife, but I thought that the short knife might have the ability to restrain regeneration, so I went to a nearby stationery store and bought a brand new utility knife and slashed it on my finger. As a result, as I focused my attention on my fingers, the force of blood accelerated the speed at which it flowed through the veins, and was reduced by a very small amount, suspiciously hallucinatory, while the wound closed and repaired instantly.

Is the use of Blood Power super-fast regeneration? Can I also heal my wounds as quickly as a disfigured murderer?

It's like psionic energy. Of course, there are many more things that the Spirit can do. It didn't have any glamorous effect, and it wasn't handsome, but it was still the supernatural power I had been looking for, and it was now in my body. This was a real surprise, and the choice of the blood sacrifice ceremony was indeed the right one. It took me a while to finally digest this fact, and then I forcibly held back my excitement and told myself: Don't get carried away, Xu Fu, are you still happy and sad? Calm down, you have to calm down. It's like pouring ice water mixture over your head. The happier you are, the more you need to be calm.

Then, I calmed down and discovered a third thing: the use of blood power, which seemed to deepen the symptoms of "gestalt collapse".

Recently, I've become accustomed to Gestalt collapse symptoms in my life, but since just now, the severity and frequency of this symptom has become higher. Because it wasn't that obvious, I thought it was just a rare intermittent peak. But if it has to do with the use of blood power, then it's convincing. Whether it is the gestalt collapse or the power of blood, it is the product of the use of blood sacrifice rituals.

Deepen it, deepen it, I think. The power of blood is the power that can save lives at critical moments, and I can accept this price. Moreover, the symptoms of gestalt collapse do not only rise and fall, but also slowly decrease over time.

*

I found a place to dispose of my tattered and blood-stained clothes, and then went home to rest. The next morning, I saw on the morning news the scene of my battle with the Figureless Killer, and the whole park seemed to be crushed by two giant monsters as a tap-dancing field. I went outside and bought a newspaper, and the "Beaver Morning News" also published similar news.

The police should have arranged for a psychic medium to check the truth, but it was difficult to think about it. For elf-related events, it is very difficult for the medium to go back and predict. Because elves are essentially the product of the interweaving of the thoughts of many living people, existence will cause a huge interference to the medium. In this respect, the undead also have similar characteristics, but if compared to the elves, they are not as good.

Xu Shengxing went to work early in the morning. Before leaving, he told me that he would not be going home for the next few days.

"Suddenly I have a job." He said.

"Is it on the news?" I asked.

He glanced at the TV that was playing the news program, "No. ”

"That's the Facelings?"

He replied thoughtfully, "Pretty much." ”

It's a vague statement. But no matter what the job is, he certainly won't miss the opportunity to track down the Facelings. As an "outsider", I had no position to ask him about the details of his work, but only asked him if he would be home tonight. This time, he replied quite accurately, "If you don't go home, you can make your own dinner." ”

"Tomorrow?"

"It's the same." He shook his head, "I haven't been able to get home for dinner for the last few days. ”

"Okay." I said, "Be careful on the road." ”

"Well, I will." He smiled at me rarely.

An hour after he was out, I also went out and went to the doctor's house in Turin.

I didn't knock on the door, nor did I ring her doorbell. It is not convenient for a body like her to come out to meet me, so I actually have the key to her house in my hand. I expertly entered the door, closed it with my backhand, then changed into slippers, walked through the living room as if I were walking in my own house, came to the front of the bedroom, and pushed the door in. But what I saw this time was not the usual young girl with no limbs, but a gray-haired girl in a wheelchair.

This is the last time I saw it in a dream, the "girly version" of the Turin doctor.

She smiled at me, "I've been waiting for you for a long time. ”

"What are you?" I asked.

"It's an illusion." She tried to raise her arm, but it was fine not to move, and when she did, it all flashed as if the signal was bad, "I can't make you hallucinate, so I changed my mind and created this physical illusion created by changing the light." ”

"What's the point?"

"I hate to be seen for who I am." She said.

"So in the newspapers about you, there are different opinions about the true face." I said, "And in the most superficial dream, Violent did not suspect that it was not reality because your image did not match the reality. ”

"Exactly." She nodded, then reversed the vision, and the girl with her legs was transformed into a limbless young girl, and the wheelchair became a stroller for the toddler.

I don't know if it's this little cart that she usually uses when she goes out. As I imagined, I asked, "Didn't you say you hated being seen?" ”

"I've changed my mind, and I can have someone who can see my true colors." She smiled.

"I've already seen it anyway."

"You can say the same thing." She smiled and nodded, then asked, "I heard that you killed the Fire Demon's father?" ”

Even though the Turin doctor was a partner, I didn't mean to be completely honest with her, so I admitted: "Yes. ”

Immediately after, however, she said, "But that Faceling isn't you." ”