Wang Hao's face was covered with blood, and he walked towards the mustache step by step with a cruel smile, and there were still a few pieces of minced meat stuck to the corners of his mouth.

Coupled with the fat man lying motionless in the bloodstains, this scene, in the eyes of the mustache, is like hell.

And Wang Hao is the demon who came from the gate of hell.

"Mom!"

The mustache screamed, his two thin legs trembled, and he fell to the ground.

He completely lost the arrogance he had when he beat Wang Hao just now, he collapsed on the ground like a slug, moved his body back in a panic, and begged for mercy repeatedly: "Don't hurt me, please, I still have a wife and daughter......"

"Shut up!" Wang Hao interrupted him: "Let me help you say that there is still an eighty-year-old lady on it, right?" ”

The mustache was stunned for a moment, and actually nodded stupidly, but he immediately reacted, and the guy in front of him was playing with him.

"Really, I didn't lie to you! I have an eighty-year-old lady who has just been transformed into a new human being, and I still want to do my filial piety to my wife, please, let me go! The mustache pleaded with tears in his eyes.

Wang Hao stood in front of the mustache and looked at him condescendingly.

Looking at this guy who was already scared and peed his pants, Wang Hao suddenly felt a trace of sympathy in addition to disdain.

Becoming a new human has increased his strength, but it has not given him the courage corresponding to his strength, but has made him more enthusiastic about bullying the weak.

"Waste with strength, still waste." Wang Hao shook his head.

"Yes, yes, I'm trash, I'm trash, you let me go!"

The mustache got the courage out of nowhere, got up suddenly, hugged Wang Hao's thighs, and wailed with tears and snot.

The noise of the mustache made Wang Hao feel irritable in his heart.

No, it's killing intent, an extremely violent killing intent, a killing intent that has never been seen before, Wang Hao feels that he has an impulse to tear everything in front of him to pieces, to let this world be drowned in blood!

Matching it, the body is full of unprecedented power, which needs to be vented urgently!

A cold night breeze blew, and Wang Hao suddenly woke up: "What's wrong with me?" Is it because of drinking vampire blood? Or is it because a vampire bit me? ”

Subconsciously touched the wound on the top of his head, but Wang Hao unexpectedly found that the blood of the wound had actually begun to coagulate, forming a thin flesh film, and one-third of the wound had even begun to scar.

And he didn't feel hot at all after being bitten by a new human.

"Holy, okay so fast? Could it be because I'm a pure-blooded human? ”

Seeing that Wang Hao was suddenly stunned, the mustache's eyes showed a trace of ruthlessness, and he suddenly opened his bloody mouth, and bit down viciously at Wang Hao's thigh artery.

At the same time, five long and sharp nails suddenly grew out of one of his hands, and they were fiercely inserted into Wang Hao's lower abdomen.

With a thud, the blade-like nails were deeply inserted into Wang Hao's lower abdomen.

"Look for death!"

Wang Hao had a sharp pain in his abdomen and thighs at the same time, and subconsciously used his greatest strength to punch down.

The fist slammed into the top of the mustache's head, crashing through the skull and into the mustache's brain. The mustache, which was frantically gnawing at Wang Hao's thighs, suddenly shook, and the whole person remained still in his current position.

After a few moments, the mustache opened its mouth wide and fell backwards to the ground.

Both of his eyes had exploded, and the hollow eye sockets were full of red, black and white fluid, and the rest of the seven orifices were also bleeding frantically outward.

"How can this punch be so powerful?"

Wang Hao looked at the fallen mustache in disbelief, in his impression, although the collapse fist was powerful, it was only to knock a new human unconscious at most.

And now? The strong collapse seemed to have shattered everything in the mustache's skull, and the mustache's head was like a rotten watermelon with a rotten sac that had turned into water, and blood flowed out of the seven orifices, slowly spreading to the ground around it.

But now I don't have time to think about the reason, Wang Hao's lower abdomen was inserted into five seven or eight centimeters deep, covering his abdomen, blood continued to ooze from the cracks of his fingers, he staggered a few steps, and inhaled the cold breath: "It hurts me to death!" ”

Compared to the wound on the lower abdomen, which almost had to flow out of the intestines, the bite wound on the thigh was nothing.

There was another burst of vertigo, and countless small stars appeared in front of me. Wang Hao finally couldn't support it anymore, knelt down little by little, and fell next to the mustache's corpse.

Could it be that God, you let me live for half an hour longer just to kill two new humans? Wang Hao was a little confused and thought extremely unwillingly.

A hot liquid flowed down the ground to Wang Hao's mouth, and Wang Hao actually stretched out his tongue and licked it.

There was a slightly salty and fishy feeling on the tip of his tongue, Wang Hao suddenly thought that it was the blood of the mustache, and couldn't help but curse disgustingly. Just now I went to bite the fat man, and it can be said that I had no choice but to lick the blood of the mustache.

But unexpectedly, there was a warm feeling in the body, full of vitality, and it could be clearly perceived that the source was the little bit of blood that I licked just now!

"What's going on?"

Wang Hao recalled that after drinking a few mouthfuls of fat man's blood just now, he also had this feeling, full of strength. It's just that I drank a lot just now, so it's more obvious, and I can blow the mustache's head with one punch, which seems to have something to do with drinking blood.

Thinking of this, Wang Hao's heart suddenly surged with an idea that he felt incredible, even terrifying: Could it be that the legend is true, pure-blooded humans can evolve and improve their strength by absorbing the blood of new humans?

In fact, although everyone knew the terrifying nature of the pure-blooded human Emperor Fu Yun, the way in which Huang Fu Yun's power was obtained, as well as the characteristics of his abilities, were rarely circulated among the people.

The way Huangfu Yun shows his strength is never a variety of reports and data, but the simplest and most intuitive killing. So far, most people have only one intuitive understanding of Huangfu Yun, that is, all the guys who are against him, whether they are new humans or old humans, or other mutated creatures, whether they are strong or weak, none of them have survived.

The blood of the mustache continued to flow outward, and some of it continued to spread to the corners of Wang Hao's mouth. And as more and more blood flowed into his mouth, Wang Hao confirmed his conjecture.

Not only did that familiar power reappear, but several wounds on the body had also begun to heal at a high speed.

"No! I must live, as long as I can avenge her, even if I become a demon, I will not hesitate to do it! ”

With this simplest and even a little ridiculous belief, Wang Hao twisted his body hard, threw himself with all his strength, and bit the mustache's neck deadly.........

I don't know how long it took, and in the darkness, a figure slowly stood up.

The wounds on Wang Hao's body had completely healed, he wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, looked at the two new human corpses in front of him, and shook his head with a wry smile.

It's ironic that the new humans have to feed on the blood of the old humans to survive, and we call them vampires; And I, a pure-blooded human known as the royal family of the old humans, can obtain energy through the blood of vampires.

For the old humans, the new humans are vampires, and for the new humans, pure-blooded humans are terrible vampires.

Fortunately, Wang Hao is a guy who is born with some nerves, and since this kind of philosophical surname is more nerve-wracking, he thought about it for a while and decided not to bother with it anymore.

Regardless of the fucking bullshit philosophical problem, Lao Tzu knows one, I have power now, and I am no longer the poor worm who is chased by new humans like dogs, and I don't know if I can live when I open my eyes!

Hmph, Lao Yang, you wait for me, the account of the two of me should be settled.;