At night, there was silence in a wooden house.

Zhong Lin sat cross-legged on the old wooden bed, a cold wind blew, blew the window rattle, and then gently closed it, and the white and immaculate moonlight penetrated through the thin layer of window paper, and sprinkled into the small wooden house.

The long bandage came off the top of the arm, and when it touched the ground, it turned into a puddle of white pus, making a subtle "sizzling" sound.

Zhong Lin's arms were not bandaged at this time, and on those arms, starting from the wrists, there were twenty small red dots the size of beans, each with a slight convexity, and the red mark closest to the elbow seemed to be beating slowly.

Zhong Lin's throat rolled up and down, his stomach "gurgled", and a fist-sized blood-colored spherical object rolled out of his mouth and fell onto the bed.

With sticky saliva, several tiny wriggling strips emerged from the surface of the "ball", like the roots of a tree seeking nourishment.

Then, there was another sound, and another "ball" of the same size spit out from Zhong Lin's mouth.

Zhong Lin's face became pale, there was still silk saliva hanging from his mouth, his brows were squeezed together, and he covered his constantly twisted stomach for a while before he recovered.

The moonlight shone on the two "balls", and the uneven surface had a raised dot at intervals.

Zhong Lin picked up the scimitar placed on the bed next to him and scraped it on the surface of the "ball", and the layers of film were scraped off by the sharp scimitar, and the two "balls" became a thick stack of films, which were placed together smoothly.

A hint of displeasure flashed across his face, Zhong Lin looked at the membrane in front of him, raised his scimitar, and slashed it on his arm, from the dots on his wrist to his elbow, tearing a long gap.

Blood-colored mist erupted from the mouth and floated into the air, transforming into the appearance of a long-haired old man.

The figure of the old man is very blurred, but looking at the face that is not very real, he can faintly feel the majesty of the superior.

"Today, have you gained again?"

The hoarse voice echoed in the wooden house, as if it had come from ancient times, deep and far.

Zhong Lin raised his head and looked at the old man in mid-air and said, "Today, I killed two half-beasts. ”

The old man's body trembled lightly in mid-air, and a smile seemed to appear on his face, "Yes, that is much more dangerous than the general race, and it seems that you have made a lot of progress recently." ”

"But why is there still no 'cell species' in the body of the half-beast species?"

Zhong Lin's body trembled slightly, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart, and his eyes were full of sadness.

"Do you really want that kind of thing, and even if you do, you can't bear to send your sister into the sea of misery?"

"It's better to be alive than dead. ”

"But even if you are alive, without self-consciousness, being a walking corpse, is that the result you want to see?"

Zhong Lin listened to the old man's words, his face revealed unwillingness, and he said loudly: "I beg you, you must have a way, right, there must be ......"

As he spoke, Zhong Lin knelt on the bed and kowtowed to the old man.

A burst of force dragged Zhong Lin up, and a gentle breath flowed into his body, calming the restlessness in his heart.

The old man floated down from mid-air, fell onto the bed, and sat opposite Zhong Lin.

Zhong Lin looked at the blurred figure in front of him under the moonlight, as if he had made up his mind, took a deep breath, and said loudly: "I want to refine the life weapon." ”

The old man waved his hand, "It's too early." ”

"Why is it too early? I've changed so much. ”

Zhong Lin's eyes flickered, looking at the old man puzzled, he didn't understand why his thoughts were so directly denied, although he had already had results in his heart, he was still so uncomfortable.

"Refining the life weapon is not as simple as you think. The old man slowly raised his arm, and the scimitar in Zhong Lin's hand flew into the old man's palm, and placed it there, the tip of the knife pointed towards Zhong Lin, "Let's not say how wasteful your current physique is, your heart alone has no qualifications to refine the life weapon." ”

"Why?"

Zhong Lin shook his head, unable to accept the old man's words.

"Take this scimitar and kill your so-called relatives. ”

The old man's cold and ruthless words seeped into Zhong Lin's ears, like a heart-devouring poison, making Zhong Lin's mind chaotic, and he slammed his head on the bed with his hands on his head, and the old wooden planks creaked.

"No, no... I can't do it......" Zhong Lin's tears burst out of his eyes, trying his best to contain the impulse in his heart.

"Then you'll never succeed. After the old man finished speaking, the body formed by the gathering of mist slowly faded, and the restless emotions in Zhong Lin's heart also calmed down.

"I... I really can't do it... Please, help me......" Zhong Lin lay on the bed, as if all his strength had been drained.

"There are still bonds in your heart. The scimitar fell in front of Zhong Lin, and the old man reached forward and put his hand on Zhong Lin's head, and his body all dissipated.

The deep, illusory voice came out again at the last moment, echoing in the empty wooden house and in the boy's heart.

"Kill them, or kill yourself. ”

......

"Drop!"

A purple thunderbolt with the thickness of the bowl fell, Zhong Lin turned sideways and could dodge, but his right arm was brought up with a charred black wound, gushing out blood, volatilizing the smell of burnt meat.

"Obviously, I can't do any magic powers, but that mortal body is so amazing. ”

Lei Luo said with a smile, his eyes flashed with excitement, and he rushed forward and was about to continue the pursuit, but he was suddenly slapped to the ground by a huge palm.

On the other half, several black shadows swept by, sharp claws scratched Zhong Lin's chest, and three deep openings appeared on the chest, among which Sensen's white bones were exposed, and the internal organs in them could be seen constantly squirming.

Zhong Lin flew out upside down and fell heavily to the ground, and then was scooped up from the deep pit by a huge palm.

It's blurry... I can't see anything clearly.

Zhong Lin felt dizzy in his head, his body wanted to move but he couldn't move for half a minute, and the constant sharp pain from his body had already tingled his nerves to numbness.

At this time, the whole person was embarrassed, and his whole body was covered with all kinds of wounds, large or small, deep or shallow, broken flesh and blood, struck by thunder and lightning, and broken by ground friction......

Dirty strands of hair were scattered across his face, blood congealed around his eyes, and his vision was blurred.

I could only vaguely see a huge face approaching, the nasal cavity was full of fishy smell, and the body seemed to be constantly squeezed and deformed.

"Are you going to die?"

"It's going to be over......"

Zhong Lin stopped struggling, slowly closed his eyes, and waited for death to come.

In my mind, fragments of scenes flashed through me.

In the early morning, warm water and naan, the faces that are either young or old.

At noon, the wind is mild, and the cattle, sheep and people are leisurely under the warm sun.

In the evening, bonfires are raised and jubilant laughter rings in my head.

And in that blurry scene, a petite girl reaches out to him.

"Phew!"

The huge palm was sliced open, cracked and shattered into several pieces, and a black shadow rushed out of the palm, sweeping straight past the two-foot-tall Inhuman's head, blood splattered, and the huge body fell to the ground.

The hot white mist rose, and a black shadow bathed in the white curtain and slowly walked out.

Zhong Lin held a scimitar in his left hand, and a seven-inch-long sword in his right hand, his face was crawling with dark red blood, standing on top of the inhuman's skull, the broken body, which exposed white bones and broken tendons in many places, stood there upright.

The strangers around him also stood still, looking at the young man.

Lei Luo dodged the palm of the stranger, and also looked sideways.

In the white mist, the body that seemed so weak among the aliens had a huge coercion.

Then, Zhong Lin raised his head and took a step forward.

The body was facing forward, and he fell straight down, and there was no movement.

All around, there was silence.

There was a loud bang, and the Inhumans rushed towards Zhong Lin.

"Boom—"

Bursts of noise rose from the ground, and the ground in the distance was as high as a spine at this time, rushing towards Zhong Lin's side quickly, and it reached the front in an instant, and the raised ground was like a stone wall in front of it.

But it didn't work, and the Inhuman's body crashed into the stone wall.

But where the smoke roared and rolled, a huge black shadow slowly emerged, ten feet high, and it was extremely huge.

The Inhumans stopped one after another, not daring to continue to step forward, and shrank down like frightened birds.

A huge clawed palm reached out from the wall of fog formed by the rising smoke, grabbing the two-foot alien standing up from the white mist.

With a pinch, the two-foot-tall Inhuman exploded directly, turning into a blood mist, and no more white mist rose, and a round thing burst out of the Inhuman's body and fell into the hands of the huge clawed palm.

The Inhumans all crouched in place, not daring to move, and watched as the huge claw retracted.

"Roar!"

An angry roar came, and the six-zhang Inhuman, who had been eating the inhuman's deer-headed eagle's beak, rushed over, jumped high, and smashed towards the black shadow.

The huge claw reached out from the smoke again, and with one hand, it slapped the inhuman who fell from the sky directly away.

The deer-headed eagle-beaked Inhuman fell to the ground, half of his head shattered by the slap just now, the flesh and blood blurred, and a piercing sound came from the sharp mouth.

And those Inhumans who had been squatting in place and settled down heard those voices, their whole bodies slowly turned red, stood up, and rushed towards the huge black shadows in the smoke.