Surrounded by the terrifying environment where red light was faintly visible in the dark, Zhou Chu stood on a deserted street, just standing quietly.

It's not that it's too late to escape again, it's not that there is no church nearby, this time, it's Zhou Chu who is deliberately waiting for the arrival of the world realm.

Because he needs to become stronger, and if he wants to increase his strength and become stronger, then the most effective and fastest way is to fight, the most direct and crisp battle.

Although if he encounters the scythe man again, his life may be in danger, but he should still be able to escape, and the most important thing is that if he doesn't fight like this, then his strength will not be able to improve at all, and Zhou Chu doesn't even know what level and stage his ability is now.

So he can and must fight like this.

So he stood here, waiting for the arrival of the Realm of the Riches, and the arrival of those monsters.

In the blurred vision in the distance, shadowy figures began to appear, it seemed that it was still the last batch of monsters holding various murder weapons, their mouths were torn, and their limbs were curved, Zhou Chu became a little nervous, and paid more attention to the movements around him, until he confirmed that it seemed that the terrifying scythe man was not nearby, and then he relieved himself and turned to face the group of monsters that were staggering.

Only this time, he didn't have any weapons in his hands, he just stood there with his bare hands. This is his decision after careful consideration, but the specific situation will be like this, and it needs to be practiced before he can know the Tao.

Just like the last time, the torn group of reflex people first staggered, then changed from that slow speed to normal walking speed, and finally dragged their weapons and began to run, in the direction of Zhou Chu.

Zhou Chu took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and in the same way, changed from slow walking to fast running, and rushed towards the group of reflex people.

There was no roar of monsters, no shouts, only a dense running sound could be heard in the silent streets, and the sound of a man running, dull and dense, crisp and lonely, with trampling on the blood, starting from both ends and gradually moving closer to the middle.

Even if it is the same group of recurve people, there is always a difference between strong and weak, fast and slow, so in the process of running, which is not long, but not short, the order has been gradually pulled apart, and when there is only a difference of more than 100 meters between Zhou Chu and the other party, the one who rushes to the front is a man with an iron rod who seems to be a young man before his death.

Naturally, he also became Zhou Chu's target, and when he ran, Zhou Chu clenched his fist with one hand, but the other was released, forming the shape of a claw.

The distance of one hundred meters, in such a run, was quickly shortened, and at the moment when the two were about to meet each other, the reflex man took the lead in reacting and attacking, and the iron pipe that was originally dragged to the ground by him was waved fiercely, and then roared towards Zhou Chu.

Zhou Chu also kicked his leg at the moment when the other party swung out the iron pipe, and the whole person jumped forward, and then squatted down suddenly with the momentum at the same time as the other party's iron pipe swung over.

The iron pipe brushed past Zhou Chu's head with a whistling sound, but at this time, Zhou Chu had already lowered his body, and his fist was a heavy punch to the opponent's abdomen!

Zhou Chu's punch was fast and hard, and he didn't leave any room for it, slamming heavily into the opponent's abdomen, but he didn't stop, because in terms of common sense, most of these monsters don't have any too keen pain, and what he has to do is not just knock down, but also other things.

So after the heavy punch was struck, Zhou Chu took the opportunity to go around the opponent's elbow and go around the opponent's back, and at the same time, his left hand, which had already been prepared, grabbed the opponent's throat and pulled it suddenly! …,

There was a click, and the opponent's throat joint was torn off without suspense, and at this time, the free right hand had already hugged the opponent's waist, and once again turned the opponent in front of him.

Then I heard a blunt weapon hitting or a sharp weapon slashing on it, and with this shield that rushed to the front, but was grabbed by Zhou Chu, Zhou Chu rushed through the encirclement of more than 20 monsters in one breath.

But after rushing over, it's what really needs to be done.

Zhou Chu turned around, looked at the reflex people who turned around slowly, and began to drag all kinds of weapons slowly towards him, stretched out his left hand, and then took out a small knife he found earlier, and with a pop, pierced the palm of his left hand.

It really hurts. Zhou Chu looked down at the palm of his left hand, under his deliberate control and the suppression of the restrictions of the World Realm, the blood continued to flow out, and it did not stop flowing and heal quickly, not even healing.

Then, like that, he plunged his left hand, which was still bleeding, into the chest of the curvature that he was still holding as a shield.

Warm and sticky, soft and creamy, Zhou Chu resisted the feeling of nausea, his hands moving in his chest, and soon found what he needed—a heart that was still beating.

After holding the still beating heart, Zhou Chu did not hesitate and pulled it out.

And the recurve man in front of him also lost all his vitality because of this fatal blow after the most relenting blow, Zhou Chu could obviously feel that the other party's body had become soft and had no vitality, so he let go of his hand and let the corpse fall on the plasma ground.

And the heart on the left hand has also stopped beating, but as Zhou Chu expected, in the palm of the left hand, when the broken wound came into contact with the other party's blood, it began to absorb frantically, and at this moment holding the heart in his hand, although it has stopped beating, the wound seems to have life, and it seems to want to devour the heart on the hand at any time.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Zhou Chu knew that he had guessed correctly one of the evolutionary methods required by the origin virus, so he directly pinched the heart in his hand.

When the fresh plasma in his heart splattered out, Zhou Chu could feel that at the wound in the palm of his left hand, his flesh and blood were frantically devouring the other party's blood and cells in a way that he didn't know but could feel.

Then when all the blood in his hands was drained, the voice of the Nightmare World Realm also sounded in Zhou Chu's mind.

"The origin virus has opened the evolutionary route of the non-Biochemical realm, and the current evolution degree is 1%, which is still 99% away from the initial form."

Can you know the way of this? Zhou Chu was a little surprised, but quickly stopped thinking about it. It's not something he should be guessing and worrying about right now, anyway, at least he's turned on the origin virus he obtained in a way that should be quite right, although this so-called mutation and evolution always sounds unpleasant and reminiscent of monsters, but for him who needs strength, there is no way to do it.

So, having found the right way, let's just accumulate like that. Zhou Chu raised his head and began to smile as he looked at the recurve monsters who began to walk quickly in the distance, ready to run again at any time.

If there is always no way to retreat and dodge, then face it, the previous things, become the previous ones, my life, there is no need to retreat!

With such a thought, Zhou Chu picked up the iron pipe from the side of the dead corpse on the ground, and rushed towards the direction of the recurve monster.

When the sharp air raid sirens sounded again, and the black-red realm of the world receded and disappeared, the streets returned to their original gray and white, except for one person who was still blood-red. …,

That person was Zhou Chu, he was standing there, covered in blood, and panting slightly, he still felt exhausted despite the frenzied recovery and replenishment of the origin virus.

In the fight of Fang Cai, he kept repeating the capture of the first one, and then used the unlucky recurver as a shield to withstand round after round of impact and scuffle, and then finally let him live like this, killing more than a dozen recurvers, and successfully devouring the cells of the origin virus.

It's just that maybe if the world disappears later, he may be the one who falls.

But the harvest is quite rich, there is still 84% of the degree of the initial form, and after this round, the degree of evolution has increased by 16%.

Zhou Chu stretched out his left hand, in the palm of his hand, the wound had healed, but it left a small, somewhat hideous hole, which looked like a scar, and if you looked closely, you could find that there seemed to be something moving under the epidermis, as if it was struggling.

Zhou Chu knew that this was the mutation and evolution made by the origin virus in the fight against the limitations of this world, if it was in the Resident Evil world, this would probably be a tentacle that could absorb blood and phagocytes, or a small mouth full of biting teeth.

Take your time, he thought, at least he's found a way that isn't quick, but it works.