In the same situation as the Hungry, Blackkirk will not let go of any enemy or give them a chance to attack.

At the same time that the blood thread was wrapped around the black teeth, the bodies of several other people were also entangled in the ubiquitous blood thread, and they couldn't move, like puppets with a puppet frame in their hands.

The hungry ghost looked ahead with fear, except for the eyeballs that could be turned, the other parts of the body were not able to move, and on the other side, the corpse of the black tooth was walking towards him.

The masked demon has a smile on his cheeks at the moment, he is obviously doing such a brutal thing, how can he still laugh!

Could it be that my life is only for him to obtain material for pleasure? So what's the solution, the enemy is strong and I am weak, I am just fish on the chopping board, to be slaughtered.

In the face of that demon, I am so small, helpless, and pitiful, who can help me?

He wanted to kneel and beg for mercy, but the blood lines wrapped around his body did not allow this to happen, and the brain gave commands to the vocal cords more than once, and the nerve impulses disappeared as they were transmitted.

The hungry ghost tries to make a sound, asking for forgiveness from the other party, but the vocal cords seem to have a mind of their own, not controlled by the mind, and the command of the mind is taken as a deaf ear.

What he didn't know was that the reason why he couldn't speak was not because of fear, but because he nailed a few blood lines to his throat and penetrated deep into his vocal cords, firmly controlling the blood here, and then controlling his muscles.

The airflow passed through his vocal cords, but the muscles that made the voice did not change, so that the airflow was just a simple airflow, and it did not cause resonance, and the sound appeared, and the hungry ghost wanted to cry without tears, and he sincerely regretted it.

If you don't make a move on this guy, if your boss is not Black Kick, but the masked man opposite......

It's a pity that in the world, there are no ifs, reality, and it is not a game.

The corpse of the Black Fang finally came to the front, stretched out the red hands that strangled him, took the wrist of the hungry ghost, and lifted it up.

Gently place it on top of your neck and hold your neck with both hands.

The hungry ghost understood the fear of Black Fang's death, and the exertion of the limbs became more and more forceful, and the air was withdrawn, and the passage of air intake was completely blocked, leaving no gap.

The vitality was slowly peeled away from his body, and he could even feel the heat of his hands, which was extremely hot and dangerous like never before, and it was himself who killed him, how ironic.

The oxygen in the body is gradually depleted, and the organs of the whole body begin to compensate, inexplicably feeling a hot pain, the heartbeat slows down, and finally stagnates.

He was still struggling violently, as a survivor of the end times, the vitality of the hungry ghost was tenacious, like a weed.

But the outcome of this battle was already doomed from the beginning, from the time they provoked the high danger, from the moment Tess rushed out, everything was destined, and powerful people naturally have the right to decide the life and death of others.

After struggling continuously for a minute or two, the hungry ghost's movements finally stopped, and finally he didn't move.

When the last glimmer of life disappeared from him.

The hands that grabbed his neck also fell to the sides, and the living scum joined the army of corpses, two in one life, two in three.

The two slow, stiff corpses got up again and slowly walked towards Blackkirk.

Looking at the corpses of his former subordinates, he stood up and walked to this side.

For the second time in his life, this mob of the wasteland, who has committed countless horrific sins, feels a painful fear.

A huge mouth of the abyss called fear invisibly swallowed him, making him unable to move, he could only watch quietly, one step, two steps, it was the corpse that was moving, it was the minions of death that were approaching him.

I want to escape, I want to escape, and the desire to survive begins to expand without limits.

Despair was as great as hope, and that inescapable despair spread and took over Blackkie's mind, and he was on the verge of madness.

The last time he felt death so close was shortly after the Cataclysm, when the Legion bombarded Yekaterinburg, and the sound of the vultures' engines wailed overhead.

In order to avoid the disaster, he jumped into the river, desperately moved downstream, lying at the bottom of the river, not daring to make the slightest movement, the water flowed beside him, brushed his skin, and flowed in all directions, and the cold river took away the heat from his body.

Greedily sucking his temperature, but Blackkick didn't dare to move, his lungs were already like fire, oxygen, I want oxygen! Every cell was screaming.

As soon as he surfaced, he had to get precious air, but he didn't dare, with the slow-passing vitality on one side and the terminator of the legion on the other.

Fools know what to choose, he continues to lurk underwater, oxygen is used to the limit, his consciousness is about to pass out, Rao is so, he is still lurking.

He was not the only one who jumped into the river, but several others had the same idea as him, but they did not hold back, because of the lack of oxygen, they swam to the surface of the lake, and were beaten into pieces of flesh by the vulture's exploding warhead.

Seeing the blood completely stain a river red, Black Kick was even more afraid, fear, which made him burst out with an extremely strong will to survive, and he felt that strength was emerging from within his body.

It wasn't until the roar died away that he began to swim violently, jumped out of the river, and lay on the bank like a water dog, on all fours, gasping for breath.

The air that he usually breathes every minute and every second is so sweet and oxygen-refilling every cell in his body at the moment, and Blackkirk's near-death experience makes him understand how beautiful life is.

What a great rebellion he wasted his life before, it should be thundered by heaven.

The middle-aged man who climbed up from the bottom of the river picked up a life, and hundreds of pieces of flesh and blood by the river showed that a massacre had just taken place here.

Sure enough, several dead bodies floated downstream, and a large area of rainbow-colored river water rushed downward.

He was lucky enough to pick up a life and come back, and since then, the fear of death has killed a sane person.

Success has bred a mob, a mob who has lost his bottom line in order to survive, and in order to survive, Blackkick has done everything.

Killing, setting fires, using force on women, rebellion, being 25, getting drunk, partying, following the boss, killing the boss, becoming the boss, only he knows the hardships.

So after he became the boss, he tried all the behaviors that could satisfy his desires and bring pleasure.

A happy life is going to end in front of you, if it weren't for the man in front of you, if it wasn't for him, how could things have developed like this?