The discouraged man cowered by the door, watching as if he was about to flee at any moment.

Yu Xing's plan is to solve the problem quickly.

His physical strength is not enough to support him to attack and dodge for long periods of time, and to use the game character as a metaphor, he is like an explosive assassin who is difficult to endure.

Red permeated his sight, and every attack of the red-clothed brother must carry the resentment of the human beings who had died at its hands, and these resentments turned into hallucinations, making Yu Xing's eyes constantly flash the sad and distorted face of the person before death, and there was a cry in his ears.

If it is an ordinary person, seeing this hallucination, he will definitely be tortured with mental exhaustion until death.

This is the unique attack method of the Red Coat, so the more people you kill, the stronger they become.

Yu Xing was also in a bad mood by this hallucination that couldn't be avoided.

Although he is pretending to be a red-clothed ghost, he is still a human after all, and he can't use the ability of red-clothed, otherwise, he really wants the red-clothed brother to see what the real blood sea corpse mountain is.

It's so tiring......

Yu Xing found that the ghosts in this world like to attack their heads when they kill and fight, and seem to like the feeling of seeing the face of their prey being drenched in blood from top to bottom.

Then don't hide......

When the red-clothed brother's long needle-like nails grabbed his skull, he only tilted his head slightly, but still let the ghost's claws fall on the heavenly spirit cover.

The red-clothed brother was shocked to find that he had taken the key point of the red-clothed man with the mourning mask.

It's strange that the combat strength displayed with this mourning red coat can't match the thick blood mist at all!

It's too weak!

It became suspicious and thrust its fingers into Yu Xing's skull.

"Yikes!" The discouraged man screamed.

"Yu Xing!" Zhao Yijiu, who had been distracted and paying attention to this, also shouted in horror, kicked away the red-clothed brother with one leg, gave himself a buffer space, and ran to Yu Xing's side without hesitation.

He felt that Yu Xing's decision had been wrong.

Yu Xing's swordsmanship is very powerful and sophisticated, but compared to him, it is not better.

If anyone is more likely to kill a red-clothed person with stop killing, it must be him who is more familiar with stop killing, not Yu Xing's sick seedling!

Zhao Yijiu's cold face under the mask was rarely panicked, he ran towards Yu Xing's side, while paying attention to dodging the attack of the red-clothed brother, the picture of Yu Xing's head being inserted by the sharp claws of the powerful ghost and the bloody illusion created by the red-clothed brother appeared in front of his eyes, he gritted his teeth: What's the matter? I was still fooled and lame by Yu Xing's calm appearance, I believed him too much!

Yu Xing, damn, don't die here, it's so meaningless......

The sound of the claws breaking through the skin and shattering a bone sounded clearly in Yu Xing's head.

His pupils shrank, he snorted, as if he was not anesthetized, and then he was nailed into his brain by five thick steel needles, and the sharp pain passed out from the dense neurons layer by layer, and he even went completely blank in front of him for a moment, until the hot blood slid through his eyelids and covered his left eye, and he regained consciousness.

Then he felt his personality mask being taken off by his brother in red.

The personality mask that left his face automatically blurred, dissipating into the air, returning to its panel state.

Yu Xing's feminine and stunning face was exposed to the air, and streams of blood snaked down from the middle and sides of his face, adding to the misery and horror that he couldn't bear to look at directly.

The wide red robe slowly dissipated, revealing the waiter's shirt and vest, and the red-clothed brother exclaimed: "You are indeed a living waiter!" ”

On the one hand, he was shocked that there was really a living person with the same strength as the red-clothed ghost, and on the other hand, he was surprised by the fact that he had completely mastered the life of this living waiter.

Its fingers are not deep, only half a decimeter, this depth is not fatal to the red-clothed ghost, but if it is for humans, it is almost instantaneous!

Why bother? Obviously, he can easily get through the carnival party with his own strength, but he wants to provoke it and his younger brother......

What is this human thinking?

Is he dead?

The red-clothed brother ignored the roar of another human disguised as a black shadow behind him, and he was really puzzled at the moment.

Dead?

Of course not.

The sharp pain pulled Yu Xing back to reality, and he closed his left eye to prevent blood from entering his eye, and looked at the red clothes that had been unguarded with his right eye.

It's the same feeling as every time I've been injured before.

His perception of limbs, his thoughts and sights, is still clear and active.

Yes, he is not proficient in swordsmanship, let him fight one-on-one with Zhao Yijiu, he will definitely lose because of his lack of physical strength, and if the opponent is Qu Zhiqing, he will definitely be stabbed into a sieve in a minute.

If Qu Zhiqing is here, the red clothes are nothing at all. But there were only him and Zhao Yijiu present, and Zhao Yijiu was indeed not strong enough.

Then only he can kill the red clothes, only he can do it, and no one can change it.

At this distance, the red-clothed ghost finally couldn't hide.

Yu Xing's eyes narrowed, and under the gaze of the red-clothed brother, he showed a smile that was completely strange to the other party.

Like a demon watered in blood, he burst into the abyss with a bruised smile.

He used his left hand to hold the wrist of the hand that the red-clothed brother inserted into his skull, and his right hand held the cold hilt of the sword to stop killing, and in Zhao Yijiu's sudden stoppage -

A sword, decisive and abrupt.

The blade sank into one of the temples of the red-clothed brother and pierced through the other.

A black aura flowed from the killing, quickly sending silence into the life of the prey.

Yu Xing's smile did not decrease.

See, only he can do it.

Only he can exchange his life for a life with this curse.

But he cheated, and after his life was exchanged for someone else's life, there were many, many lives that could be used.

The surprise and horror on the face of the red-clothed brother were mixed, emerging from behind the shattered and falling mask, not only it, but even Zhao Yijiu, who ran over, and the red-clothed brother who floated back with him, were stunned.

What kind of reversal is this?

Zhao Yijiu couldn't help but take a step back.

He saw Yu Xing frowning and pulling out the fingers of the red-clothed brother from his head, which was obviously a fatal injury, but he staggered to his feet, and even lowered his head and smiled to stop the killing from the red-clothed brother's head who was already unable to resist, and added two more swords.

Like a madman, like a monster.

"Brother!" The red-clothed brother screamed in horror and rushed over to Yu Xing.

Yu Xing turned his head.

Blood was sticking to his face, and the wound was bleeding, but he didn't seem to notice it. This made Zhao Yijiu sound the family elders he had seen before, whose personality was too alienated and turned into a monster.

That elder used to like him very much, and when he was five or six years old, he often gave him some toy cars and transformers that he didn't like, and the ten-year-old Zhao Mou always yelled that it was unfair.

He threw all the toys to Zhao Mou, and the elder changed his tricks and began to send daggers and the like that had never been bladed, which he remembered and gradually got closer.

Later, on a rainy night, the elders broke into his house amid the rumbling thunder, and he was dazed by his father and hid in the closet, and together with Zhao Mou, waited for his father to take them out in the dark.

But it didn't wait.

He broke free of Zhao Mou's hand and got out of the closet, only to see the elders with completely different expressions from the past, looking at him with cloudy eyes on his face and dense eyes on his neck, at the feet of the elders, it was the father who was torn apart.

What happened?

He couldn't remember clearly, it seemed that Zhao Mou was dragging him to run with his life, and then someone came, someone told him that the nightmare was over, and someone took away his father's body.

It was his nightmare, and for countless days and nights afterward, in the darkness and silence, it haunted his mind like a ghost.

When he grew up, he didn't know the existence of personality alienation until the existence of this absurd deduction game.

Zhao Yijiu's breath was suffocated, and the memories that came up in an instant made him dare not step forward, but his body moved faster than his thoughts, and he reached out and grabbed the corner of his red-clothed brother's flying clothes.

He heard his own cold, inhuman-like voice, trembling clearly in the silence: "You are not allowed to pass. ”

"Brother!!" The red-clothed brother didn't care about him, and was pulled by the living, and it swept the red blood towards Yu Xing.

Yu Xing's head was still very painful, but he reacted quickly, relying on his strength, he grabbed the red-clothed brother who fell to the ground, and blocked the blood qi attack.

The red-clothed one is really difficult to kill, even if he is pierced through his brain and bears the angry attack from his younger brother, the red-clothed brother still doesn't die.

But it has lost its ability to move, hovering on the line of ashes.

Yu Xing threw it down and carried his sword in the direction of the red-clothed brother.

You have to get closer, you have to get closer to attack.

He said, "Brother wine, don't let it move. ”

Zhao Yijiu heard a familiar voice, as if he had woken up from some kind of nightmare, he looked into Yu Xing's eyes, and found that there was a clear light inside, which was different from the cloudy eyes that were out of the human realm.

Maybe Yu Xing is just just crazy...... He thought to himself.

Tightening the strength in his hand, Zhao Yijiu resisted the attack of blood qi and illusion in the anger of his brother in red, and soon, Yu Xing stopped the killing.

Zhao Yijiu's pressure was light, and he found that he was injured, and the wound on his arm was deep and bone-invisible, but compared to Yu Xing, it didn't seem to be anything.

The younger brother in red felt very aggrieved.

The human in front of it is too strange, even if it is injured that should have killed it immediately, it is still alive and well, it can't kill the other party, but the other party will hit it hard when he seizes the opportunity.

This bad luck bar.

The younger brother in red followed in the footsteps of his brother, and at the last moment when he lost his self-consciousness, he thought about this.

Yu Xing breathed a long sigh of relief, sat down on the ground, and threw the sword back to Zhao Yijiu: "I'm too tired to move, you can make it up for them, I have to rest for a while......"

As he spoke, he wiped his face with the sleeve of his shirt, and finally wiped some of the blood away.