Ye Xiaobai looked around worriedly, feeling that the night here was like a huge monster with its mouth open, staring at him in the dark, which made him feel creepy.

"Sand ...... Sand ......"

The breeze stirred the leaves, which rustled against each other, and everything around was eerily quiet except for the sound. Ye Xiaobai looked at the mottled silver light left by the moonlight through the gaps in the leaves, this scene reminded him of the warmth of sitting under the tree with his parents and counting the stars when he was a child, and his heart suddenly became more calm and sad than ever.

"Perhaps, in such a world, dying early may not be a relief......"

A smile appeared at the corner of Ye Xiaobai's mouth.

Footsteps sounded, and after more than ten seconds, a pair of thighs wearing black pants appeared in front of Ye Xiaobai, he looked up, and suddenly a middle-aged man with a long scar on his face running from the right side of his face to the left chin appeared in his sight.

"What do you call this big brother?"

Ye Xiaobai smiled and greeted the person in front of him, Ye Xiaobai immediately understood that he should not be a good person, and - he was still holding a bright five-centimeter-long dagger in his right hand! The silver dagger flashed in the moonlight, Ye Xiaobai suddenly had another layer of goosebumps on his body, and his originally calm heart began to jump wildly again, no way, this scene is too much like a slaughterhouse, and he is the pig that is hanging!

"Hey, hey, hey...... Boy, you're dying and you're still close to me, your heart is really big enough?! ”

The middle-aged scar man smiled siniestly, his cold voice and eyes like looking at food made Ye Xiaobai's heart furious.

"Are you really the one who saved me on the shore today?"

Ye Xiaobai felt that the guy in front of him was really too far from the sniper he had met on the shore before, and he thought that a professionally trained person like that should come from the army, should be a soldier full of justice and love. But from the current point of view, he should have guessed wrong, and there is another possibility, that is, the guy in front of him may have been a murderous killer or mercenary before, and it may also be the underworld......

The middle-aged scar man did not answer Ye Xiaobai's words, but approached Ye Xiaobai with the bright dagger, and said as he walked:

"This dagger is made in Switzerland, it is very sharp, it is guaranteed to make you die a painful death, I will cut off your meat piece by piece, roast it slowly and eat it, the aroma of human flesh is incomparable to any meat......"

"Your mom, why didn't your dad shoot you on the wall in the first place?!"

Ye Xiaobai couldn't help but scold, this guy's every move is so perverted, according to him, he should have eaten people before, and he may have eaten a lot.

"Hey, hey, hey...... Any idea where the scars on my face are coming from? ”

"Laugh at your paralysis, I'm not interested in knowing."

Ye Xiaobai didn't have to think about it to know that behind the scar on his face must be another perverted story, in the end, he really couldn't stand it, and as soon as his mind moved, the dagger in the middle-aged scar man's right hand suddenly rose out of thin air, "whoosh" across his neck, and suddenly blood gushed out, he covered his neck in horror, and wanted to say a few words, but he fell down after a few "hiccups", and stopped moving after a few convulsions. Ye Xiaobai controlled the dagger to cut the rope tied to his feet and fell on the pyre below.

"Alas...... I'm kind, but you forced me to kill people......"

This sentence is a bit pretentious, but it is Ye Xiaobai's heart, he has killed many monsters, yes, but he has never killed anyone, and now when he looks at the scar man who fell in a pool of blood, looking at his dead eyes, his stomach suddenly churned, and after cutting the rope that tied his hands, he ran to the side and retched.

"Vomit ......"

After a few minutes, Ye Xiaobai finally felt a little more comfortable, and instead of looking at the corpse on the ground, he searched around, and finally found what he was looking for next to a tree - the Barrett sniper rifle.

"Wow...... Good stuff! ”

Ye Xiaobai touched the cold and dark body of the gun, his face was full of expressions of enjoyment, he fumbled and removed the magazine, and found that there were no bullets inside, he was a little disappointed, he looked at the corpse not far away, hesitated, but walked over, touched in the pocket of the scar man, and found a total of nine bullets the size of an index finger.

"It's a pity that there are only nine bullets ......"

Although Ye Xiaobai was disappointed, nine bullets may also represent nine chances to save his life, this powerful lethal weapon should be able to break through the defense of the third-order monsters, if he accidentally encountered an ambush by several third-order monsters, with this gun, it can greatly improve his chances of survival.

He put the sniper rifle on his back, so because he lost the previous weapon he named "Yan Xingjian" in Jiangzhong, he was a little better, because he can control the metal form, so as long as he has metal in his hand, he can transform any cold weapon that he can imagine in his mind, as long as he wants, the sniper rifle in his hand can also be transformed into a sword, but if it is transformed into a sword, he can't change back to its original form, because this is a firearm composed of precision parts, He didn't yet have the ability to conceive every single part of it and then assemble it into a firearm.

As for why he was able to control the dagger in the air and kill the scar man before, it was because when the scar man killed the two winged birds with a sniper rifle, Ye Xiaobai absorbed more than ten blood-colored souls on their bodies, so he was able to control the metal in the air, but now it has been exhausted. Now Ye Xiaobai didn't plan to stay in a place where there were dead bodies for a long time, especially those who were killed by himself, he was afraid that his ghost would find him.

Ye Xiaobai took the dagger in his hand and walked out slowly, just when he was searching the pocket of the scar man, he found a lighter and a bag of chocolates, but he didn't dare to make a fire in the dark night, so he gnawed on the chocolate while walking, the mottled moonlight under the leaves projected his figure with a spear on his back, looking lonely and strong, Ye Xiaobai's feet stepped on the dead branches and leaves, emitting a slight "rustle...... Crackling", he walked all night, because the emerald light in his heart could absorb the power of the stars, so he did not feel any discomfort, but became more energetic.

At dawn, he had already walked out of the area by the river, this night he was very strange that he did not encounter any monsters again, now his feet have stood on a road on the periphery of a large city, the eight-meter-wide asphalt road is potholed, and the city two kilometers away is dilapidated, the gray smoke produced by the explosion floats above the city, from a distance, full of devastation, Ye Xiaobai felt a sad breath here.