When the blood sprayed on the grass and mixed with the dirt, the fishy smell came out instantly, and a slightly faster Kabane fell behind and walked in the direction of the bloodstain.

"It's coming!" Ikoma hid in the room, staring out secretly, and when he saw a prey on the bait, he immediately turned back, picked up the weapon he had been fiddling with for a long time, and aimed it at the door.

This scene Yu Qing could see clearly not far away, looking at the blood stains on the ground, Yu Qing just wanted to say: "Do you want to commit suicide, cut such a big bite, I'm afraid that I won't be able to wait for Kabane to bite myself, and I will lose too much blood first." ”

But after all, the man is still alive, and the next question is whether he should save the foal from this Kabane.

After thinking about it for a while, Yu Qing chose to let Ikoma mess around.

First, with his stupid character as a good old man, he can't be bitten this time if he doesn't get bitten next time he is bitten in some magical place for some magical reason, and he can't always protect him.

Second, if he can successfully turn into Kabaneri like in the original book, he can also increase his combat power if he can mess around casually.

Of course, it's because this B is the protagonist, and he can't hack his plug-in.

Thinking about it, Yu Qing turned his gaze to Ikoma's house again.

"This time it will definitely not fail, and the amount of explosives has also increased." Ikoma said to himself, pointing his gun at the door, and the pressure gauge was beating upwards on the steam barrel connected to the barrel in his hand.

"Haven't you come yet?" Ikoma thought to himself, and cold sweat couldn't help but ooze from his body, sliding down his cheeks and from his chin.

The air was eerily quiet, and there was nothing but the whirring sound of the breeze blowing through the curtains, and Ikoma could even hear his own heartbeat.

Suddenly, there was the sound of a heavy object stomping overhead, and dust spilled onto Ikoma's body, and then the wooden planks on the roof were kicked off, and a figure swooped down from above, roaring and biting Ikoma's neck.

The amount of bleeding from the neck is the greatest.

Ikoma didn't dare to face Kabane's hard liver, and his tube didn't even have room to play when he was close. Kicking his legs backwards, he dodged Kabane's fatal bite.

The two then scuffled together, and Kabane grabbed his hands wildly trying to hold the koma, his mouth opening and closing to try to bite something off the kony.

Ikoma grabbed the barrel with his right hand, and pressed Kabane's neck with his left hand to prevent the other party from biting him, but the difference in strength was too huge, and seeing that he was about to be unable to withstand it, Ikoma immediately put the barrel in his hand on Kabane's heart and pressed the trigger hard.

As the pointer on the pressure gauge reached the highest point of the scale, Ikoma released the trigger, and the bullet erupted with a huge air flow sound, and when the special ammunition jet loaded with explosives hit the metal, the instantaneous jet effect instantly penetrated the metal membrane of Kabane's heart, and the shattered bullet brought up dark red blood accompanied by a burst of blue light splashing on the door cover behind it, and the strong air pressure made the door cover screw several times, and it took a while to recover.

Looking at Kabane, who was lying in front of him, his back was already bloody and completely incapacitated, Ikoma took a few breaths before his consciousness gradually recovered.

"Cheng... It worked! Ikoma raised the pipe in his hand and cheered, "I killed Kabane!" That's great! That's great! ”

After a while, Ikoma realized that there was a strange pain in his right arm, and after pulling down his sleeve tremblingly, Ikoma found that he had an extra wound on his arm.

The flesh around the wound had taken on an abnormally purple-black color, and Kabane's unique vascular imprint had begun to spread across Ikoma's body.

"Have you been bitten, when?" Ikoma stared at the wound on his arm in shock, and after a brief moment of panic, set his eyes on a device in the corner.

"I calmed down so quickly, I really deserve to be the first good guy in this play." Looking out of the window of Ikoma's house, where he had already arrived, he looked inside through the curtains, and at this time Ikoma had fixed himself to a homemade ugly device, put an iron collar around his neck, and his right hand was already holding the switch of the device.

The vascular imprint had spread to Ikoma's chest, and there was not much time left for him, and Ikoma naturally realized this, his eyes revealed firmness, and he comforted himself: "It's not a ghost, as long as the virus doesn't spread to his head, there is no problem." Then he pulled the switch.

The steam engine starts, and the shaft rotates to tighten all the coils wrapped around it, and Ikoma is pulled and hoisted up, and the device under his feet binds him from being thrown out.

This near-executional method of disposition finally succeeded in preventing himself from becoming a Kabane. The red blood vessel mark finally failed to break through the tight collar blockade, and reluctantly retreated, lurking in the heart of Ikoma waiting for the next riot.

"It seems to have succeeded." At this time, Ikoma had changed significantly, his dark green hair had faded a lot, his bangs had completely turned a lifeless meal white, and his skin had turned the same dark gray as Kabane.

It's just, why hasn't he put himself down yet.

Yu Qing looked at the Ikoma who wanted to shout but couldn't scream, and kept struggling, seeing that he looked like a blind man, his right hand had been rubbing something but couldn't touch it, Yu Qing realized that the situation was wrong this time, and turned in through the window and cut the plastic tape that was still tightening Yu Qing's collar with a sword.

"Hah! Ahem, ahem! Ikoma, who was on his knees in a paresare, coughed and inhaled into his lungs, his trachea feeling as hot as a charcoal fire. My whole body felt like it was about to fall apart, especially in my neck, and I felt a pinprick pain every time I took a breath.

The last thing his blurry eyes saw was a pair of black cloth shoes, and before he could thank his life-saving benefactor, he couldn't help but faint, and he vaguely heard the other party muttering:

With your feet off the ground, the virus is shut down?