Late at night, there was no one under the moon.

A faceless monster walked through the silent streets, looking badly wounded and seemingly dying.

It was missing a right arm, and it seemed to show signs of freezing at the base of its left leg, so it could only limp and walk.

The faceless monster's pale and smooth skin was curled black, and its body was covered in shocking pitholes and cracks.

The smallest wounds are the size of bowls, and the larger ones can be called ventilated openings.

However, even if it has reached such a tragic situation, it can still give people a sense of unhurried leisure. Although there is a slight sense of sluggishness when marching, the speed is not much like that of ordinary adult sprinting.

As the Faceless One travels, its trajectory gradually fits into some kind of invisible rhythm that belongs only to this realm.

I saw a kind of liquid-like unknown object that looked white and black, and could not even be described in words when you looked closely, most of which kept pouring out of the monster's body, and a small part of it faintly came from the gray-white mist that slowly condensed around it.

These invisible, as if they were alive, would never-ending release their endless malice towards any creature, but they also slowly wriggled and circulated on the surface of the Faceless Ones with great obedience.

And every time it passed through some of the smaller wounds, the wound of the Faceless One would give birth to a trace of contraction and tightness that was difficult to see with the naked eye, and its charred black body seemed to be half a point whiter than the previous moment.

If things go on like this, maybe the faceless monster will be able to escape and slowly recover its badly injured state to its full glory.

But then it paused abruptly, and turned to peer diagonally at a street corner.

Or it can't be said to be gazing, because with his flat face and no facial features, he probably can't complete the action of "looking".

Anyway, it kept the action and no longer reacted, like a still and broken art statue.

Ten minutes later, no one or anything appeared from the corner, but the Faceless One remained still.

It was like a normal street at 10 a.m., uninhabited and quiet, as if nothing unusual had existed except for the statue in the middle of the road.

After a few more minutes, a human aura appeared faintly on the street corner, and the aura became more and more obvious and exposed.

At the same time, the Faceless Man instantly leaped diagonally forward, as if trying to make a detour to the corner of the street.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, but it was expected.

"Bang!"

Another shot was fired in an instant, and it seemed that it was only a bruise.

"Bang!"

The Faceless's left leg suddenly soared with a large stream of nameless liquid, which was the credit of the third shot.

With the three intermittent and deafening gunshots, the shapeless monster was already unstable, and at this moment, the upper part of its body rushed forward, but its legs pulled back, and it almost fell on its heels.

After finally stabilizing its swaying body, its folded line sprint naturally slowed down.

"Whew!"

Ling Ye wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to shoot, but since the second shot was fired, his hands holding the "hand cannon" were about to explode, and the pain almost forced the boy to almost lose the gun, and the boy swallowed several breaths of cold air before he struggled to maintain the standard posture.

By the time the third shot was fired, he was already weak, panting and sweating while the pulp gushed out instantly.

He also knew that this seemingly dilapidated and antique firearm filled with bullets in a special magazine called Soul Gathering Bullets could burst out with such amazing power!

The most important point - it requires a certain amount of spiritual power to excite ......

However, at this moment, the young man felt that all his muscle meridians from head to toe were rising and moaning in pain like tearing and twisting, they were all exhausted in protest and strike, how could it be possible to do it again?

Seeing that the monster had completely stabilized its body, its whole body was now bent and squatting, its right leg was in the shape of a bone and its left arm, dragging up the broken left leg that seemed to be only connected to a layer of musculoskeletal membrane, and hurried towards the corner of the street.

Ling Ye didn't have the idea of running away, he only cared about maintaining his orderly and slightly rapid breathing rhythm, but in the crisis, he sank his mind straight into the depths of his heart, and began to breathe according to a hard and incomprehensible text that was suddenly passed into his mind by Ling Lao a moment ago.

The Faceless Monster didn't crawl slowly, it crept up like a man walking, approaching the motionless teenager.

It wasn't until the monster was close to midnight, and when it fell back slightly, soaring into the air towards the position where the boy was, that the boy with his eyes closed and concentrating finally moved.

He didn't even open his eyes to sense the presence of the monster nearby.

However, it was too late to shoot at this moment, and Ling Ye only slightly restrained his breath, and there was no time to recover the squandered spiritual power that he had used several times.

Finally, the pain in my lungs and muscles gradually calmed down, and I was able to move.

Ling Ye hurriedly lay down and rolled backwards, dodging the faceless monster's pounce.

Then he hurried to his feet, hand and foot, and ran wildly towards an alley.

While running for your life in the middle of the night, you must always keep your center of gravity low, and turn sharply from time to time to avoid the ferocious attack of the monster behind you.

And one inconspicuous but noteworthy detail is that he never seemed to open his eyes......

......

On the roof of a building about two or three streets away from this strange person, six or seven people were silently watching the chase and escape.

A blood-stained little girl eagerly pulled her hoarse throat and interrupted everyone's wordless gaze, but she didn't care about the life and death of the young man below: "Captain......!

"Shut up!" the woman in black suddenly roared, interrupting the girl's words, her face without a smile was now covered with frost, and the coldness in her eyes was even more like to freeze people's souls.

“......”

The girl was stunned for a moment, this was the first time she had seen the captain show a gaffe. The girl's already blank face suddenly felt even more sad and guilty.

However, at this moment, her eyes that were no longer delicate were so red and swollen that she could not squeeze out tears, and the luster in her eyes had gradually dissipated, and a little gray and dead haze was born.

"Little girl, don't be so anxious, you are seriously injured now, you still have to recuperate with peace of mind. In my opinion, the little imp down there will soon clean up the Faceless One," a man who wandered on the edge of several people seemed to be gentle, but his comforting words always revealed an undisguised heartless feeling, "This can be regarded as revenge for your brother." ”

"He's going to die!" the girl didn't look back, but muttered in a low voice, and stared indifferently at the back of the young man who was gradually moving away.

The female captain tightened her eyebrows, and her expression was still cold and warned the girl: "Then you don't have to worry, let's reflect on yourself first." ”

After speaking, the captain also turned his head and glanced at the other person who spoke just now, and asked in a slightly puzzled tone: "At the beginning of the month, when you introduced this young man as a substitute for the dead ghost, you also behaved like today. Do you really not care about your disciples? or do you ......?"

"Hehe, what kind of disciple is a bullshit apprentice! I didn't expect that the legendary tall captain who was as ruthless as the king of Hades and specialized in helping the military department to do some secret work would also care about these hypocritical polite words, which made Zai Xia very disappointed. Han Fei responded quietly, his expression still looking frivolous, even mixed with naked disdain and ridicule.

"That's great, I thought you'd have some incense! In that case, you don't need to go on it first," the all-black female captain smiled happily, and also looked back at the vanishing young man in the distance, and slowly judged his final fate, "It's better to ask him to continue to be bait." ”

"Hey, hey, it's ......"

Han Fei chuckled lightly, his eyes grazing over the man beside him without a trace.

The man's seemingly ordinary and casual gaze never stayed on him for more than half a second, and his expression and movements were more professional than himself.

The most important thing is that Han Fei can feel a hint of looming danger for the first time in a long time. Sharp as a dagger crafted by a top craftsman, it tries to hide, but it quietly locks on to its target and is ready to strike.

Who's the target? is it me, or is it the new guy......

The more Han Fei thought about it, the more excited he became, and the desire to tease the other party vaguely rose. But before he can translate it into actual action, it seems that the battle of the student who is in his name will have an end......

......

Ling Ye ran as hard as he could, and he didn't know how much time had passed, but from the beginning he was still struggling to maintain the balance between fast, dodging and rolling.

At the same time, he had to keep cultivating according to the know-how he had previously obtained, so as to squeeze out the rare spiritual power that was hidden in any corner of his body, and drive it exactly where it should be.

Although the process of accumulating spiritual power was difficult, and he even vomited several mouthfuls of blood in the middle of the night, but after he racked his brains, he finally managed to make this set of cultivation methods called Lingduel run completely.

So, the boy gradually immersed himself in it.

His body was completely controlled by instinct, but it was a little strange that the boy's sprinting movements were not only not wrong, but also looked a little more mellow and agile than when he controlled it.

After a series of ups and downs, the battle and escape here are finally about to get on the right track.

The aura in the midnight meridians is rushing, and it seems to be in a state of almost madness, but it is faintly orderly, and it fits the laws of heaven and earth in the dark.

He had even inadvertently even begun to absorb those wanton and stubborn, malicious overflows, the only advantage being the tiny matter that was rich in tyrannical spiritual power.

Ling Ye soon tasted the bitter fruit of his own suffering, and a bewildering hallucination struck, but the boy had developed a strong resistance to it.

Immediately, the wave of hallucinations subsided, and the sudden sharp pain like the bite of the evil ghost rushed straight to the young man's heavenly spirit cover, and he seemed to be able to truly see that the main meridians that were running the spirit were gradually burned to the point of distortion, and the desire to collapse and break.

The boy panicked.

He wasn't very afraid of pain, but the consequences of the loss of his meridians were so severe that he didn't know at this time, and he hoped he would never know.

"Concentrate!"

"Go on!"

Suddenly, two different shouts and reprimands resounded in Ling Ye's mind, and he was instantly pulled back to reality.

The boy hurriedly rolled diagonally to the opposite side, dodging another attack from the monster behind him, and after abandoning all distractions and calming down, he began to try to control the violent factor in his body that was already on the verge of losing control.

"Whirring ......"

The chaotic breathing and spiritual power were maintained and suppressed with great difficulty in the middle of the night, and they were forced to pull on the correct running route, gradually tending to the quiet and stability after being tamed.

......

"Hey, I can ...... it."

In the distance, a woman in black glanced thoughtfully at someone behind her.

......

After a few minutes, I saw that the boy had a slight deceleration movement, as if his stamina had finally run out after escaping for a long time.

Immediately after, he didn't react, and the brain that controlled his body also made a momentary error, causing the rhythm under his feet to suddenly mess up.

The boy was trying to adjust his movements.

But when running at high speed, where can there be the slightest mistake, and it will be difficult to make up for this mistake, and the gun that Ling Ye originally held in his right hand was thrown away with the confusion of his body movements.

He could only wave his empty hands helplessly, leaning forward and about to fall.

What a good opportunity!

The faceless goblin was tired, and if it hadn't been for its mouthlessness, it would have been panting for breath.

It decided to do so, and jumped up with all its might, and the horn on its head began to glow red, and soon became rich.

Hanging his head, bending over, and aiming with the tip of his horn, he quickly dashed down towards the fallen human.

And it is also at this moment that there is not much space between the two.

The boy snapped to his feet and instantly twisted into a face-up position, pouring out about half of the recovered spiritual power that had even gained a lot into his bland eyes.

Then he naturally obeyed his instincts and carried out some kind of mysterious spiritual power operation.

The boy's eyes were pale blue, and he didn't look like anything special, except for a stiffness in the rapidly approaching faceless body.

The revolver, officially known as the "M500", had fallen back into the boy's hand, and he had caught it with a slight stretch of his right hand.

The left hand is grabbed behind him at the same time.

However, at this moment, the Facelings also fell almost close to the gun, leaving only a tiny gap between the humans and the monsters.

Ling Ye only had time to pour all his remaining spiritual power into his right hand.

In his left hand, he had also taken out the tight cloth bag that he had been carrying like a burning stick, so that the thinner end was erected upwards.

He pulled the trigger on the monster's head first, and then tried to deflect himself after a split second. Then, as if it was not safe, the boy pressed the muzzle of the gun a little and fired the last shot.

"Bang!"

"Puff ......"

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a series of sounds rang out, or slight, or like falling sounds, covering and amplifying each other.

The sound is abrupt in this silent area, and may be even more annoying to some beings......