As I first understood, most people are used to their lives.

With the ordinary life of unknown pain or joy, they can talk about ideals and love in it, push the cup and change the lamp, to establish goals and ideals and look forward to the day when it will be realized, An Yiran is one of them, but he is currently competing with the perverted spicy ramen in front of him.

The kind of chemical synthetic spicy taste that passes through the taste buds but begins to exert force in the stomach makes him a little unbearable, and going to some out-of-the-box stores to eat strange food when unaccompanied is precisely one of his habits.

The consequence of this situation was that An Yiran, with a red and swollen mouth, began to frantically pour ice Coke at the door of the former Internet celebrity ramen restaurant. The discomfort that welled up in his stomach made him regret coming here tonight, and then he listed this restaurant as the best choice for dining with his enemies.

It was not early, and there were no pedestrians near the shop in the pedestrian alley, and the smaller shops had already begun to prepare for closing, and An Yiran spent a lot of time eating the bowl of ramen.

He looked up at his watch, the hands were at eleven, and it wasn't long before the three-wheeled peddlers would take over the place, and it would be a mobile night market until four or five o'clock in the morning.

An Yiran also doesn't like this kind of crowded place, compared to the Internet café is more suitable for him, and he spends the whole day in the Internet café with his friends, and after breaking up with his friends, he ran to this outdated Internet celebrity ramen restaurant alone.

Since a long time ago, he has had this habit of going to a strange restaurant to eat alone, maybe this kind of dark night and such a street, and the feeling of looking for it makes him have the illusion that he is on an unknown adventure, and that lonely and resolute back makes him seem like a knight, completing an adventure of unknown meaning.

"Loneliness is the only way out of loneliness. This is a sentence from a hundred years of solitude, and he feels very appropriate.

He walked through the alley and walked to the main street, at this time the large street lights on the main street had been turned off, in response to the call for energy saving, the orange street lights were lit up with less power, and there seemed to be very few people on the street today.

As he walked, An Yiran felt more and more that something was wrong, not only because there were few people, but he couldn't even see a figure at all! Not to mention the hawkers who should have poured in a long time ago, there was not even a single pedestrian in a hurry.

If you want to say that there is, then only An Yiran himself is left. The wind of the summer night was blowing on An Yiran's body at the moment, not only did he not have a warm touch, but this mysterious atmosphere made him feel a little cool.

Oh my God, don't be a ghost.

Thinking of this, An Yiran couldn't help but speed up his pace, his home was not very far away, this feeling of something was wrong in his mind, and what he was thinking about now was to get out of this street quickly.

However, before he could fully land on the ground, a sound of metal grinding that made the roots of his teeth tremble reached his ears first, and he instinctively turned his head towards the place where the sound came from.

It was probably the most memorable scene of his life.

In the dim, flickering light, a man in a black trench coat stood with a sword, one foot on the belly of another humanoid, and the large billboard in front of them had a top-down drag mark that was apparently dragged from the top of the billboard. An Yiran was still some distance away from them, and he couldn't see the faces of the two clearly.

At this moment, the man in black raised his long sword and slashed downward, and the sword fell on the body of the person at his feet, and there was a grinding sound like the one just now, accompanied by the twisted and terrible howl of the slashed man and the frantic struggle of the limbs.

The man in black didn't care, just quickly repeated the slashing action, the sword in his hand was a typical English broad-bladed sword, this seemingly bulky weapon in the hands of the man in black danced with terrifying speed, but in a few breaths he completed five or six swings.

As the long sword was accurately slashed again and again, the person who was trampled on the soles of his feet seemed to have a premonition of the threat of death, he let out a low roar, and a cloud of black mist emanated from the abdomen that was tightly stepped on, and the man in black saw this and jumped back with one foot, avoiding the range shrouded in the fog, and in the next second, a dull popping sound came from the fog.

The man was able to break free from control, as if he couldn't feel the pain caused by the detonation of his abdomen, and immediately strained his shoulder, stood upright at a ninety-degree angle that was impossible for a normal human to do, and fled towards An Yiran's side in a flash.

Everything happened in a matter of seconds, and before An Yiran could react, the man fled as fast as a sports car, and was only a few meters away from him at this time.

Only then did he see the true face of this man, this person was as if he had escaped from a horror movie, his skin was charcoal-black, his mouth seemed to be sunken because of the slash just now, his sharp teeth were obliquely inserted from the sunken gap, and he glowed with white light under the illumination of the street lamp, and he looked distorted and hideous because of extreme deformation and displacement, with no nostrils and ears, and no eyeballs in his eye sockets, just extremely transparent black.

The skin on his body is the same as his face, pure charcoal black, and although his body is no different from that of an adult human, the densely dented slash marks on his chest are not fatal, which also shows that he is fundamentally different from humans. This monster, which can barely be called a human with only the overall outline, just waved its claw-like hand, and it was about to collide with An Yiran head-on.

At this time, the man in black who had avoided the attack just now had already adjusted his figure, he noticed An Yiran's side, and was slightly stunned, obviously surprised that there were other people here, but that was it, he immediately came back to his senses, handed the sword from his right hand to his left hand and stood diagonally at his side, closing his eyes.

In an instant, the originally silent long sword trembled slightly, and the scarlet flame spread from the tip of the sword, and in less than a second, it was all over the sword body, and the long sword at this time could no longer see the sword body, leaving only the scarlet flame tongue dancing wildly in the dark night, as if it was about to break free from the shackles and burst.

The man in black opened his eyes, and at this time there seemed to be a fire in his eyes, but it was fleeting, and at that moment time seemed to stand still, and only a clear female voice came from the direction of the man in black.

"Red King, break!"

As the sound went from far to near, An Yiran saw the man in black raise his left hand above his head, and the sword that seeped with palpitating fire slashed through the air, and an arc of flame burst out from the trajectory of the sword body, slashing in the direction of the monster.

The moment the flame came into contact with the monster, the scarlet flame quickly crawled to every corner of the monster's body as if it had met its prey, and then continued to seep into the monster's body through the invisible gaps.

At this moment, An Yiran seemed to hear the sound of bones exploding, as if a fragile branch was placed in the center of the fire and burned.

The monster that could withstand multiple slashes and not die collapsed less than ten centimeters in front of An Yiran, although the charcoal black skin looked intact and drooped, as if the skeleton of the whole body had been sucked away. The scarlet flame seeped out from under the lifeless skin, and flew back towards the black-clad man's sword.

"How did you come in?" Before An Yiran could react, the owner holding the scarlet flaming sword walked up to him, and the flames on the sword slowly extinguished after the reorganization was completed, returning to the original appearance of the English broad-bladed sword.

At this moment, the man in black stopped and looked at An Yiran carefully.

This one wrapped in a black trench coat turned out to be a woman, in fact, when the voice came just now, it had already been explained that she was a woman, but at that time, he was facing the danger of being smashed by a monster that was neither human nor ghostly, so he didn't notice these details.

This woman of the same height as An Yiran wore a high black ponytail, which looked like it was temporarily combed to facilitate her movements, several strands of hair hung down on both sides because of the intense movement, a standard melon seed face, and slender eyebrows, which were slightly wrinkled because of doubts at the moment, and her eyes flickered in the dim light, but she was still focused on the boy who seemed to be at a loss in front of her. Her entire body was wrapped in a black trench coat, but judging by her tall figure and coordinated proportions, her figure would not be bad.

"Honestly. I don't really understand, I'm really just out to eat a bowl of noodles!" He is now struggling to process the information in his head, and he can only observe the beauty of this month.

"It's impossible, it's impossible for Lao Zhang's ability to go wrong. She retracted her gaze and no longer looked at An Yiran, but the thoughtful look in her eyes made An Yiran confused.

"Forget it, let's talk about it when it's over. The woman in black wanted to say something, but she didn't say anything, just looked up at the other side of the street.

"Don't get too far away from me. After saying this, several humanoid figures appeared from a distance, and at the same time, several figures appeared one after another on their backs, as well as on the roofs of the surrounding buildings, they gradually approached, surrounding the two in the middle, the breeze of the summer night blew in gusts, stirring the hair of the woman in black hanging on the side of her face, her eyes were not flustered, but wandered among these approaching figures.

An Yiran was different, Khan slid down his face, and the panic of being involved in the unknown had not yet dissipated, and he was about to fall into such a situation that seemed irreversible. Although it may seem like the unfolding of an unusual life, this overly intense experience brings far more scare than surprise.

"It's coming!" As soon as the words fell, the black shadows suddenly changed their way of moving, and instead of slowly surrounding, they ran towards them at high speed, like a car that suddenly catapulted and started.

At this moment, at a roadside food stall a kilometer outside the pedestrian street, a man is constantly feeding the wontons in front of him into his mouth.

The rising steam of the wonton soup clouded the lenses of the man's black-rimmed glasses, and he just pushed them up the bridge of his nose and continued to eat the wonton with his head down. After a while, the bowl of wontons bottomed out, and the man lit a cigarette and looked at the empty bowl in front of him, his face full of unfinished food.

"Boss, give me another half portion!"

"Okay, wait a minute. ”

He poured vinegar into the newly served wontons and looked in the direction of the pedestrian street.

"This girl, why is it so slow?"