The sunset slanted across the mountainside, next to the loess road, on a small dirt slope about 10 meters high, reflecting several mottled tree shadows, Qin Hao stared at his left wrist with a murderous face, and the atmosphere was weird. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Would a normal person hold a sharp blade at his wrist?

"Big brother, what are you doing?" The little fat man looked at Qin Hao in a daze, and asked with a stumbling mouth.

Finding the figuret is obviously not something that can be done in a while, before that, Qin Hao must first put an end to today's situation, that kind of life is worse than death, he will definitely not let him have a chance to appear again.

Although he still hasn't figured out why his body suddenly went out of control, as a typical conspiracy theorist, Qin Hao believes that everything has a reason, to put it bluntly, it is not for no reason to choose to lose control today, there must be some kind of introduction.

After thinking about it, Qin Hao could only blame the centipede on his wrist for this introduction.

Looking at the bright reddish centipede on his wrist that seemed to be dripping blood, he had to glance at the decapitation knife on his right foot, which was dimmed to the extreme, and this glance, it was natural that the introduction of the decapitation knife resurfaced in his mind.

Decapitation Broadsword (Evolution): Forged by an evil secret method, it has evil power and can only be harnessed by true demons, and it is a knife that will never break.

The blade can be repaired by absorbing the iron in the enemy's blood, and every poor ghost who dies with his head cut off by the decapitation broadsword will have his body of qi and blood essence drained, devoured by the blade, and 1% will be fed back to the master of the sword.

(Note: Legend has it that whoever wields this sword will be cursed with bad luck and will not die well!) ）

The blade was dim, and it was made of a blood-colored centipede, obviously the decapitation knife no longer had the above effects, Qin Hao's eyes were cold, and his mouth screamed: "Curse?" Maybe it really is. ”

"In that case, let's die."

Qin Hao bit his lip vigorously, holding the kunai in his right hand, the cold blade clinging to the skin and scraping it down fiercely.

Qin Hao used great force, obviously hating it to the extreme, and he was also ruthless, even scraping a large piece of bloody flesh from his wrist.

"Click."

Like the sound of a wooden stick breaking, Qin Hao's wrist was pulled out of the holes of needle holes, and the gorgeous centipede suddenly trembled, letting out a heart-rending pain, frantically squirming on Qin Hao's wrist, a thousand feet like silver needles, and a dense needle eye on Qin Hao's wrist.

"This, this is? Sorcery? The little fat man opened his mouth wide, staring at the centipede in Qin Hao's hand in a daze, his little face was pale, and he was really frightened by the centipede's hideous appearance.

"Hmph, still not out yet?" Qin Hao's face was hideous, and his eyes were a little cold.

So many things have happened, if he still doesn't know, this centipede is a living thing, he Qin Hao will really become blind, since he knows that this ghost thing is a living thing, then things are simpler.

Qin Hao's eyebrows and eyes were three points hideous, his teeth were biting his lip, a pair of cold eyes stared at the bloody wrist, and he held the kunai in his right hand, and the action of scraping the flesh was neat and tight, as if the scraped meat did not grow on him.

"Still struggling?"

Qin Hao sneered, his heart was ruthless, and the kunai in his hand stabbed into his wrist obliquely, straight into the depths of his wrist, and touched the bone, before he could stop.

The sound of zil-la-la, like the sound of a sharp blade rubbing against metal, made goosebumps fall to the ground on the little fat man on the side.

As if from his wrist, he was stunned and picked out a rectangular blood groove, and threw it into the air along the tip of Kunai's knife. It's a big piece of trough flesh.

I saw that this piece of flesh was white and red, churning in the air, spilling a little blood, and on top of the piece of meat, there was also a half-arm-long, bright red centipede, screaming and jumping wildly.

"Hehe, hehe!"

Qin Hao laughed nervously twice, and his laughter revealed Sen Ran's murderous intent, "Curse? Doom? It's up to you? ”

Before the words fell, the blood-colored centipede ejected, making a swooping gesture in the air, and shot back towards Qin Hao again without giving up.

"It's rare to suck essence blood and replenish qi and blood, but you can't keep it." Qin Hao is so selfish, even if he is so good, as long as there is a potential threat, he will inevitably choose the right time to kill the killer.

What's more, the potential threat exposed by the blood-colored centipede really made Qin Hao feel like a fish in his throat, and he was unhappy.

As for you to say, will Qin Hao make a mistake in judgment, is this important?

Something that threatens his own survival, he would rather kill a thousand by mistake than let go of one, needless to say, it must be the iron rule of survival that Qin Hao always follows.

"Big, big brother, a centipede flew out of his hand." The little fat man maintained a stunned expression for several breaths, and his mouth was also stumbling and he didn't know what he wanted to ask, he said that his simple brain had completely failed.

Qin Hao took a step back slightly, and Kunai shot out into the air, and at the same time grabbed his right hand to the side, lifted the decapitation knife, and aimed at the centipede that rolled and dodged in the air, and slashed with a force.

The centipede monster screamed, its body turned strangely in the air, dodging the kunai, its tail swung slightly, and a red lightning bolt was drawn on its body, and the blade of the decapitation knife rushed towards Qin Hao's right hand.

Qin Hao snorted coldly, and as soon as his wrist flipped over, the blade of the knife fluttered, rolling in the air at high speed, like a drum washing machine, with a red centipede.

Standing on the ground with one foot, his right foot was raised, and a whip shadow was thrown out in the air, kicking the back of the knife sharply, and the powerful force directly kicked the decapitation knife in half, and the blood-colored centipede screamed again and flew out upside down.

Qin Hao pointed to the ground on tiptoe, his body immediately ejected, and he came first, catching up with the thousand-legged centipede in one step, and grabbed a blade in the air with his right hand, and slashed forward.

Unexpectedly relaxed, with a crisp click, the centipede was cut in two, a thick bloody breath spilled into the air, and the two stumps twitched and fell to the left and right.

Sniffing his nose gently, there was a feeling of extreme comfort coming from his body, Qin Hao's eyes lit up, he looked at the ground, the hundred-legged insect was dead but not stiff, and the two truncated bodies were still frantically approaching each other, twisting, and seemed to be planning to reconnect their bodies.

Crazy centipede dreams!

Qin Hao collapsed in one step, and the half of the sword body in his hand did not hesitate to bring out a series of sword lights in the air, and with one breath, the severed bodies of the two centipedes on the ground were cut to pieces.

A red blood mist floated from the ground, Qin Hao's chest expanded, his mouth opened, he swallowed it like a whale, and greedily breathed the blood in the air.