Even if it is an extremely rare offensive monster, it will not be able to kill the "beast".

There is no need for Zhou Xueqiu to deceive himself, and there is no need for him to verify it with his life.

Therefore, for this point, Zhuo Xuan has no doubt about its authenticity.

So, what kind of existence is it disguised as "Zhuo Zhengxiang" and "Geng Qingshu"?

Zhuo Xuan paced slowly, stepping on the blood-contaminated floor, and he came to the side of "Geng Qingshu", who was prostrate on the ground with his body twitching slightly.

The shoes stepped on her body without pity.

"What the hell are you?"

Zhuo Xuan clenched his teeth tightly, and the sound erupted with angry snorts. He can't forgive this "monster" under his feet, just like he will always guard the softest in his heart. The soft part is average.

Parents are the scales he can't touch!

"Haha, hahaha, hahahahaha......"

A sharp and oozing laugh came from the mouth of "Geng Qingshu", she turned her head with difficulty, stared at Zhuo Xuan with a pair of long, blank and dull eyes, and said in despair: "Zhuo Xuan, how about the taste of being deprived of the most cherished things......

Zhuo Xuan, who was holding the knife with one hand, stiffened, and when he saw the true face of "Geng Qingshu" under the miserable white light, he couldn't help but have a trace of horror in his eyes.

The face that was supposed to have human features was covered with black feathers; A pair of slender eyes leaked out of the fine hair, the eyes were glazed, and the beak of a bird grew long, which looked like a crow.

This must be a mask.

Zhuo Xuan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his heart suddenly became ruthless, and the blade flicked over, and a blood mark immediately appeared on the face of "Geng Qingshu".

Blood seeped from the cracked scars, but she still laughed, as if she didn't notice the pain at all, and her voice was full of excitement: "Is it painful? Is it painful? Are you in pain......"

"Maniac."

Zhuo Xuan scolded coldly.

In Zhuo Xuan's clear memory, she had no impression of this terrifying face, but her voice unexpectedly made Zhuo Xuan feel a little familiar.

"If you want to stop me, you must be prepared to be killed by me......"

……

Zhao Yusen!

Zhuo Xuan's eyes gradually became weird, he didn't expect that this woman, who should have died, would appear in his house with a different appearance at this moment!

"Are you, Zhao Yusen?" Although Zhuo Xuan was already seventy percent sure of his guess in his heart, he still tentatively inquired.

However, Zhao Yusen, who had turned into a crow-faced monster, was no longer able to answer Zhuo Xuan's question. Just when Zhuo Xuan was shocked and guessed her identity, she had already stopped trembling, lost consciousness, and really died.

Looking at the bloodstained knife in his hand, Zhuo Xuan was silent for a long time.

At this time, Zhuo Xuan's mood was a little complicated, the fear brought by the first killing seemed to be overwhelmed by the anger and dissipated as soon as it sprouted, and his body seemed to be soaked in magma and became rolling. hot, but I never felt half remorse.

Perhaps, as Zhou Xueqiu said, when you are immersed in the identity of "Chosen One" for too long, you will forget why you became the Chosen One.

Zhuo Xuan put one hand on his chest.

There, his original intention, the softest. Soft places.

"I'm sure I'll find you......" His eyes were a little misty.

--

Less than twenty-four hours have passed since the mission began.

At night, the entire city of Tinglin is shrouded in shadow. The bustling streets are bustling with traffic, and neon lights silently clash with the night. And in the Tinglin Central Hospital, far away from the neon, there was an uninvited guest standing near the morgue, apparently sneaking in.

Han Jiangfeng was wearing an army green jacket, standing outside the morgue and lit a cigarette, the familiar smell of tobacco circulated in his lungs, and then spewed out of his nostrils, his hand holding the cigarette butt trembled slightly, and at the same time looked at the hospital in front of him that was locked by a big lock. ground, I couldn't help but feel a little fear in my heart.

No matter how many missions the Black Watch has gone through, the Chosen One can't help but feel fear when facing the "beast".

This is not an emotion that can be easily defeated by blind bravery, just as ants can only hide in the corner and shiver in the face of powerful creatures, and humans are only qualified to wait for slaughter in the face of "beasts".

For Han Jiangfeng, he didn't want to wait for slaughter, so he came here.

"Those idiots thought they could take a shortcut by killing the doctor, and they definitely didn't even know how they died."

A look of disdain appeared on Han Jiangfeng's face.

At this moment, the lights in the corridor suddenly flickered, flickering on and off, causing the cigarette butt in Han Jiangfeng's hand to fall to the ground. He looked up and saw that the lamp happened to be broken, so he cursed bad luck, took a deep breath, and aimed his eyes on the big lock hanging on the door.

Han Jiangfeng put his right hand on the door lock, and with a sharp force on his hand, the lock slowly opened as if it had been manipulated by some kind of magic power, and finally fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

This is Han Jiangfeng's initial ability as a Divine Chosen One.

Without the help of "tricks", he can unlock the door three times a day. Compared with the controlling and aggressive "tricks" of other Chosen One, Han Jiangfeng once thought that his ability could only be called a waste, but he didn't expect it to bring convenience again and again, and it was precisely because he had passed several tasks of medium difficulty that Han Jiangfeng felt a little fluke in his heart.

Walking into the morgue of the central hospital, it was pitch black, he turned on the flashlight he carried with him, the halo spread, and by the reflection of the flashlight, he finally saw the general layout of the morgue.

In the center of the room was an iron bed, waist-high, presumably used to temporarily park the corpse; Surrounded by locker-like metal lattices, some with labels and some with nothing, are displayed in dense circles.

Han Jiangfeng. Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he knew that the truth he wanted was probably here.

These "locker lattices" are like drawers with cramped space, and when they are pulled out, you can clearly see the treated corpses inside.

Although Han Jiangfeng had experienced several battles between the Chosen One, he had no experience of exploring such a quiet and strange place alone, and a chill could not help but rise in his heart. It's just that the desire to survive drove him to one of the walls, his hands trembled, and even the light from the flashlight was a little unstable, and the moment he pulled out the morgue, his breath was also held, for fear that in the next second, the corpse's closed eyes would suddenly open.