If I had heard this a few months ago, I would have been scared to pee. However, as long as he is a human being, then there is nothing to be afraid of. It's a big deal, Junmo and I are two to one, what are you afraid of?

The sound in the corner was amplified, and it was a person dragging heavy footsteps closer and closer.

I was lying on the ground and saw through the gap in the cabinet that it was a man in black. On the surface, he looks no different from the black-clothed man next to Miss Sheng, just as young and strong. But if you look closely, you will find that his eyes are very dull. With each step, a shadow seemed to shake with it. It was as if his soul was about to break through his body, and as if a geist was attached to his back.

I quickly shrank back, surrounded by tall cabinets, the floor was clean, and there was nothing to use as a weapon. Junmo also helped me find it, and he put his palm up and pressed it to the side of the cabinet, so that he could know what was inside. After touching the three cabinets, he gestured with both hands in a gesture of waving a knife.

It was a wooden cabinet with double doors, and it looked like a large wardrobe, and I stood up to find the label, on which was written War Bones.

What's that?

There is an antique copper lock hanging on the cabinet, and the lock body of this lock is elongated horizontally, but the lock handle is not thick, so it can be unscrewed directly.

But I didn't have that much strength to worry about being discovered, so I raised my foot and kicked it hard.

The lock didn't open, but the nose was kicked off.

Pulling open the cabinet door, there was an animal skeleton that looked like the upper body of a horse. A long knife slashed straight into the horse's head, and looking at the gap between the bones, it is estimated that the horse died because of this, and the knife was still not pulled out after death.

Junmo pressed the bone, I held the hilt of the knife, and at the same time exerted force to pull the knife out.

This knife is called a Shen, the leather on the handle is rotten, and the edge is still very sharp. The blade is made of patterned steel, which means that there will be a lot of serrations on the blade that are not visible to the naked eye. If the wound is cut, it will be difficult to stop the bleeding, and the throat will be sealed with blood, which is probably what is said to be this kind of knife.

I slashed at the door with the knife in both hands, and the blade passed through almost effortlessly, only because the blade was too narrow, and it created a dilemma that I couldn't pull out.

Junmo impatiently gave me a kick and told me to concentrate on my defense. He took a piece of bone from the cupboard, took a few steps back, and threw it into the open space in front of me.

The footsteps soon intensified, and the man was attracted and was walking towards my knife.

I raised my sword high, but I didn't know what to do later. Is it possible to behead directly? That's too heavy, isn't it? So I changed the position of holding the knife and turned the back of the knife down. Wait and smash it as a stick, and the lethality will be a little less.

I could already feel the man's heavy breathing, and his palms began to sweat uncontrollably. The man was a step or two away from my attack, and at that moment, he began to speak.

"Cut, cut, cut, fork, fork, evil, evil ......"

This muttering sound reminded me of the mantra I was chanting, and it was just a little upsetting for me. But Jun Mo seemed to be very uncomfortable, covering his chest with his hands, and his body against the cabinet door kept sliding.

I panicked for a moment, not knowing whether to look at Junmo or deal with the guards.

The strange thing is that this scene is so familiar.

He seemed to know that there was a trap here, and his voice was a little farther away. Junmo didn't feel any better because of this, I gave up struggling and hurried to his side. I don't know where the inspiration came from, and I reached out and touched his forehead.

It's actually feverish!

I fully understand Junmo, as long as the demeanor is not temperature, no matter what the weather, I wear a thin windbreaker. If he had a fever, he must have been extremely unwell.

The chanting continued, and I was so angry that I felt in my heart. Carrying the knife and rushing out, the man happened to be standing in the clearing, slowly turning in circles while reading. Obviously, he didn't have that much brilliance, and he didn't know where Jun Mo was, so he had to rely on this stupid method to cast spells.

I took advantage of his back to me and slashed at his shoulder. Although it was the back of the knife, I was sure that blood splattered from his body at the moment of attack.

This person was defenseless, and I successfully attacked him, so he ran forward with his head in his hands. I chased after me with a knife, and shouted and shouted, "Don't move, I'll kill you!" ”

I listened to these words contradictory, so I quickly changed my words and said: "You stop, or I will split you!" ”

He didn't take into account the logic in these words, blindly hugged his head and ran away, and was soon forced into a corner by me. Behind him were rows of glass jars, with yellow potions soaked in many fresh specimens, both animal and human organs and tissues.

I swung the knife against his neck, and since it was the back of the knife, he grabbed it. This guy is shrewd, and instead of holding it completely, he holds the blade between his hands. Let me go forward, neither backward, nor backward. The two of us were in a stalemate for a while, and I didn't have as much strength as him anyway, so as soon as I let go, he couldn't hold back and flashed back, hitting a glass bottle on his back.

The bottle shook in place a few times and fell down with a "bang". Half of the glass shattered, and the liquid inside gurgled out. However, a huge heart soaking there slid out of the viscous liquid for some distance before it began to beat "bang, bang".

I'll go! What's weird about this?

While I was stupid, this man raised his hand and gave me a knife. There was no leather wrapping, but the handle was pure iron, and it hit me in the forehead, almost missing a hole in my head.

My eyes were full of flowers, and all kinds of strange sounds were ringing in my ears. He clutched the blade of the knife and tried to keep hitting me, but I threw myself on his stomach with my cat. My 160 pounds plus my speed directly knocked this person back a meter away, and the whole person smashed on the ground on the glass jar.

This time it's my weight plus his, plus gravitational acceleration, and that heavy knife. Trinity, I heard a "poof" sound of glass into the flesh. The benevolent brother struggled to move, and I quickly got up from him. Kick him in the foot, no response, as if he really passed out. I picked up the knife from the ground, and somehow, I suddenly felt that the heart was particularly eye-catching, and without thinking about it, I just inserted the knife directly into it.

The heart twitched twice, and the reddish blood splattered down the blood trough, stopping beating.

I turned around to look for Junmo, maybe because I was anxious, and I always felt that there was a very big fire in my heart. I couldn't help but curse, in fact I did.

Jun Mo looked better, and leaned out half of his body from his hiding place. saw me, but shrank back.

"You ...... What are you hiding? Can I eat you? ……”

I couldn't get angry, and I kept complaining and cursing all I could think of.

He leaned weakly against the cabinet, his hands hanging by his side, but his eyes lit up.