He Yong looked at the dense vines blankly, they hung down like snakes, the ends slowly swam, and as long as the wounded had any abnormal movement, they would swarm up. He Yong is a wood cultivator, who once regarded him as a companion to get vines, but now it is a cold judgment.

From the fear at the beginning, to the collapse later, and then to the numbness now, He Yong already knew that he had no hope of survival.

By this time, he was not so afraid, and was just waiting for death to come.

Without luck, people are much calmer. Complain? Death means the end, and killing one's brother and companion with one's own hands is a longer pain.

When he was infected with the blood poison, the trial began.

The blood poison spread within him, and he felt the beast that had always been terrible awaken in him. He would rather die quietly in the wounded barracks than lose consciousness and attack humans like a beast. Using this body to kill his friends and relatives, he would rather die.

Death did not come immediately, and the blood poison was spreading.

The time before death always makes people involuntarily look back on their lives. Although he didn't do anything great in his life, didn't make a lot of money, didn't have any commendable achievements, and had some small regrets that he didn't achieve, he was very satisfied.

He has lovely children and a beautiful wife, and the important thing is that they are still alive.

At the last moment, he pushed his children and wife away, he was proud of his bravery, and there was no more perfect ending than this.

They will die, but they will live well, and that is enough.

He felt that he was the lucky one, and now he just had to enjoy his last moments and wait for the Grim Reaper to come as scheduled.

The speed at which the blood poison spread was very fast, and he could feel the changes in his body. Not weakness. It's full of power, manic power. Thoughts of killing kept surging through his mind, and they grew like weeds.

His physique became stronger, and his nails became sharper, like the claws of a cat-tiger. In the middle of the night, he could hear the sound of bones growing. The muscles become thick and strong, and the hair grows at an almost visible rate. The voice becomes thick and muffled, and it growls like a beast.

His vision turned blood-red and restless, and the slightest sound would make him feel murderous.

Some uncontrolled movements began to appear in his body, and anyone who came close to him would be attacked by him.

He Yong noticed that his control over his body was rapidly decreasing, but he was not too afraid. The same was true for the previous wounded. The spread of blood poison will cause them to begin to become beasts, and they will turn into dangerous blood beasts, attacking everything around them in a frenzy.

And at this time, the vines hanging from the top of his head will make the final judgment and end his life.

He Yong knew that the end of his life was coming. The more he reached the last moment, the more he felt that death was a relief. The body is uncontrollable, and the mind is filled with killing. He couldn't recall those beautiful moments of life, and he couldn't recall the sweet smiles of his wife and children.

What is the point of such an existence? He shuddered at the thought that his relatives would see him in such an ugly appearance, and death was nothing compared to it.

It's time to put an end to everything.

Come on!

However, something that made him panic happened, and the vines fluttering above his head were like they didn't see him. Swing in the wind.

Come and kill me!

He shouted in his heart, but from his throat came a roar like a wild beast.

The vines above his head didn't react.

Why?

A manic urge to kill erupted from the depths of his body, and the crimson world occupied his vision and brain like a tidal wave. The remnants of sanity cowered in the corner, witnessing everything. However, the body was so foreign that it was completely out of his control.

He lunged at the person closest to him, his fingernails piercing through the other's body effortlessly.

He was met with a bloody beastly roar.

The entire camp of wounded soldiers turned into a brutal gladiatorial arena.

On the tall building, looking at the battle being staged below, Yan Hai's heart was cold. Thousands of people were fighting at the same time, and such a chaotic and bloody scene made Yan Hai's hands and feet cold. He never felt that he was a good person, but such a scene still made him instinctively afraid.

What frightened him even more was Lord Tian Kuan, who was next to him who personally directed this scene.

In the blink of an eye, more than half of the people had fallen, and the roar of the beast had become much more scarce. The corpses and blood all over the ground made the wounded barracks look like a Shura field.

Tian Kuan slowly fiddled with the plants.

Dense vines grew on the ground, like spirit snakes, burrowing into pools of blood. They greedily absorb and absorb the blood, as if they have tasted the delicacy of the world, and the wisps of blood are mixed with the tender green, which is extremely demonic.

"This blood is a good fertilizer and should not be wasted. Tian Kuan's expression was indifferent.

Yan Hai's heart trembled, he hesitated, but he couldn't help but ask: "My lord, my subordinates are stupid, and I don't understand one thing very well." ”

"Oh, what don't you understand?" Tian Kuan replied casually.

Yan Hai asked cautiously: "These wounded are all infected with holy blood, and they are all our people, so ...... Isn't that a pity?"

"It's a pity?" Tian Kuan laughed: "Do you think it's a pity?"

Yan Hai stammered: "My subordinates feel that organizing so many people is also a big force. ”

Tian Kuan smiled and groaned: "I just need useful people." You see so many people, but the vast majority, it's useless. I only need the best of them. Fifty, I only need fifty people. ”

Yan Hai's heart trembled, his legs trembled, and the cold sweat on his back suddenly remained.

"Fifty people out of a few thousand people have been screened, and there are enough opportunities for them. Tian Kuan smiled softly on his face: "Death can only mean that they are too weak, and the winner is eligible for a chance." ”

Yan Hai regretted it, why did he forget? The adult is the winner who survived to the end in this way of elimination.

Tian Kuan's gaze fell on the Shura field below, and the smile on his face was even bigger.

"If you want to be a man, how can it be so easy?"

There were fewer and fewer wounded standing, and the vines above their heads were bright red, dripping with blood. They are like strange and agile blood snakes.

In the end, there were only fifty people left in the field, and those strange blood-colored vines swarmed and entangled them solidly. They roared and struggled like wild beasts.

"Look, this is the strongest fifty people, only the victor has a chance to survive. Tian Kuan's tone paused, and a smile appeared on his face: "And reward." ”

One of his feet stuck out of the window, and blood-colored vines poured in like a tide from all directions, forming a staircase at his feet.

Stepping on the steps woven by blood vines, he climbed the stairs and descended like a king in the world.

Yan Hai behind him was prostrate on the ground, his heart full of awe.

Tian Kuan said to himself: "No wonder so many people like to use external forces, this feels really good." ”

The survivors below, they all raised their heads and glared at Tian Kuan, their red eyes were full of anger, and they roared at Tian Kuan.

The wails of the wounded were a very big blow to morale, so the wounded battalion specially dealt with them, and the vines had the effect of isolating the sound, and the earth-shattering roar could not be heard outside.

"Have enough respect for the strong. ”

Tian Kuan's smile revealed a trace of coldness, and a rich blood light erupted from him.

The blood light contained majesty and domineering, and the anger in the eyes of the survivors who were entangled in the blood vine immediately disappeared, but turned into fear. They trembled, and when the blood vine let go of them, they all fell to their knees.

Yan Hai's body was also trembling, and he finally knew how terrifying the strength of the adult was.

The blood light around the adult made him instinctively fear and obey, and he did not have the slightest thought of resisting in his mind, and the temperature of the blood in his body plummeted, and he was like being in a cold ice field.

"Congratulations, you've got a new opportunity, and the opportunity is always a reward for the winner. ”

The voice in the blood light was majestic and seductive.

He Yong was trembling, his body was trembling, those impulses to kill were gone, replaced by obedience and fear, like the instinct of a beast to a natural enemy, imprinted in the deepest part of his body.

He completely lost control of his body.

The vestiges of his sanity were also trembling, and in the red like a tide, he saw himself kill the stranger Yuan Xiu who was closest to him, kill the friend he had known for twenty years, and kill the unknown people he knew one after another......

The palms of the hands were stained with blood.

He was like a bystander, watching in horror at the frenzied killing, the continuous killing, the last shred of reason, fluttering in the tide of murderous rage, as weak as a withered branch. The pleasure of killing was so clear, so terrifying.

No......

He just wanted to die, he just wanted to end it all.

Red blood shrouded his world, and a voice in the blood light said, "Chance is always a reward for the victor." ”

Opportunity......

The beast's body is about to move, the last shred of reason is crumbling, what chance will it be?

"How does the beast feel? Uncontrollable, instinctive killing, doesn't it feel terrible? Do you want to be in control, everything in your body. You can start over, you can have everything again, you can master everything again. You can start a life of your heart, you can start a new life, you can be a new person. ”

"Want to be human?"

In the red light, the voice was sometimes ethereal and distant, sometimes it was in the ear.

"Want to be human?"

......

"Want to be human?"

Like an echo, tortured over and over again.

He Yong's last shred of reason almost collapsed, and the picture of his first acquaintance with his wife suddenly flashed in his mind, the picture of him holding the child as a toddler, the picture of him blocking the blood beast, and he still remembered the sudden peace of mind when he saw his family unharmed.

Not everything can be restarted, because not everything can be given up.

"No ......"

The beast's low roar was unusually clear.

Tian Kuan was a little surprised: "It's a pity." ”

The blood vine stiffened and pierced the back of the beast's head, and the beast's body stiffened, and the luster of its red eyes faded. The blood vine was withdrawn, and the beast's corpse fell to the ground, its face crawling with thick hair indescribably serene.

"Next. ”

"Want to be human?" (To be continued.) )