When the night finally rose, the dark night sky was shrouded in black clouds.

It was a dark night, and everything was shrouded in darkness.

In the intricate terrain of Xiacheng District, Ye Qingxuan curled up behind the broken shack, struggling to breathe.

He felt like his leg was about to break, and he couldn't run at all. But the chill and hideousness that was like a man's back still enveloped him.

That feeling...... It's called fear.

The monster grinded its teeth and sucked blood in the darkness, and the sound of low footsteps wandered where he could not see, flickering left and right, looking for traces of its prey.

Ye Qingxuan didn't know if he had gotten rid of it, but the kind of song that seemed to be cursed was still lingering in his ears, making his mind unable to rest for a moment:

"O God, please give me mercy, I fall on my knees in the river of my soul, trying to wash away the filth! O God, please give me salvation, the curse is not over my loins, can you hear my cry?

O God, please give me a gift, the blood has spread over my neck, and I cry out for deliverance...... Lala, lala...... Sing praises to the god, and please bring me back to Heaven...... Lalalala......"

The song of an evil spirit made his body tremble, and he couldn't help himself.

How long has it been?

He didn't know...... He didn't even have time to think about how long this ridiculous hunt had been going on.

From the first moment he encountered that monster, he understood that the events and unbelievable legends recorded in those materials and archives were true.

Only that terrible monster would leave such a legend. But why does Avalon have such a completely out-of-spec thing!

Why is that monster staring at itself?

He was almost suffocating when the sound of muffled footsteps rang out from around him again.

All afternoon, he tried every means to get rid of him, or rather...... Kill him!

Whether he's rushing into a crowd of fires, jumping into a sewer, or burrowing into a steel mill that's long abandoned...... Didn't get rid of that monster.

The crowd of firefighters will be driven in a blood-stained straight line by the monster, and when they emerge from the sewers, they will hear a terrible song that follows them as they run into the abandoned steel mills...... But it's like stepping into the hunting ground of this monster.

He had tried all sorts of ways to kill him, frost rays, burning hands......

Even if he snatched a crossbow in the chaos, when he pulled the trigger on the monster ruthlessly, it was still in vain.

Hit.

The bolt passed through the chest and the last feather entered. Then he slowly sawed open the wound, pulled out the arrow that had pierced the stomach, and threw it on the ground.

From that moment on, Ye Qingxuan understood one thing.

-- Monsters are monsters because they can't be killed!-

In the darkness, the sound of the roving footsteps was finally gone, but the song of the wraith still lingered in his ears, and his spirit could not be calmed.

He gasped, stroking the wounds on his body that had cracked open like a large mouth.

The result of being swept a little bit by the bone saw was that the flesh was rolled, and if he hadn't frozen the wound ruthlessly, he would almost have lost blood to death.

Throughout the afternoon, the monster had countless chances to finish himself off, but it kept playing with him, making him flee on the brink of fear, like playing with food on a plate......

"Fuck. ”

He muttered under his breath, clenching his fists angrily.

But before the words fell, a familiar tremor rose from his chest, making him subconsciously lower his head.

Immediately after, he heard the sound of shattering.

Behind him, the dilapidated shack shattered and fell apart under the sweep of the bone saw!

Everything that stood in the way of the saw was sawn in two. If Ye Qingxuan hadn't lowered his head, it would have included his head......

In the darkness, hoarse singing was loud and blood was dripping.

A pale light came out of nowhere, illuminating the disturbed shadow of mania. No matter how he runs, he is always covered by the shadow of a monster, and there is nowhere to run.

"Bastard, I'll fight with you!"

In the middle of the pursuit, he suddenly stood still, turned around and glared at the monster: "There is a fart for chasing and killing, you have the ability to kill me head-on!"

The monster seemed to be intimidated by his courage, and stood there in astonishment.

Ye Qingxuan's eyes were angry, and his mouth quickly began to chant syllables, and the flickering ether converged from the void. In his mind, a vague rune quickly became clear as he chanted.

The hand in his pocket quietly pressed the button of the Twin Snake timepiece, awakening the power within. In an instant, the aether he sensed doubled, making the aether in his hand even more frenzied.

In the convergence of the ether, the boy roared and clenched his fists, and rushed towards the monster in front of him with a resolute expression.

As if admiring his courage, the Flesh Butcher stood in place.

The wraith's singing voice became clearer, and it silently raised its bonesaw, waiting for the boy to rush over like a moth to a flame. But just as Ye Qingxuan's footsteps suddenly paused, he suddenly threw the thing he was holding in his hand forward.

Beneath the mask, the butcher's eyes froze, stung by the blazing light that rushed across his face.

The moment he flew out of Ye Qingxuan's hand, the restrained ether finally formed the structure of musical notes, rubbing against each other hotly, releasing a brilliance like a scorching sun.

Extremely Amplified Note Application - 'Light'!

Spell a yarn, look at my notes to make your face paste!

The butcher subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, but the boy stood still, raised his hand, and chanted the syllables again almost frantically.

Instantaneous notes - mirrors!

In an instant, staggered mirrors emerged from the void, tenoned with each other, and gathered into a matrix, surrounding the butcher, and the violent light was instantly amplified by a hundred times, refracted from all directions, and there was no way to dodge!

The butcher roared, and the bone saw in his hand swept across, slicing through the turbulent mirror and completely extinguishing the light source suspended in the air.

But when the instant shining light dissipated, there was no longer a young man in the same place.

...... Ran away?!

The air also echoed with the smug laughter of the teenager who was unable to escape: run away after pretending, it's really exciting!

The butcher roared, and the bonesaw in his hand swayed wildly, tearing down the low shack to pieces.

After a long time, he finally calmed down, and silently escaped into the shadows, following the breath that gradually drifted in the air, and pursued straight in the direction of the boy's escape.

The Norda Labyrinth in the lower city is his hunting ground, and a lost teenager is here, unable to escape!

It's just that when he followed the smell of blood that gradually dissipated in the air, and finally found the trace of the young man, his footsteps stopped-

The butcher stood outside the ruined complex, staring silently at his feet. Beneath his feet, there was a sinuous rift, like the mark of a frantic blade.

In the cracks, a trace of blood and gas escaped, and a trace of imperceptible sweetness came out of the air.

At first glance, it's just a bland rift. But the butcher bent down and stared at it intently, his eyes flashing with a hint of ** and regret.

-- It's a mark.

Just as beasts of prey divide their territories among themselves, monsters divide their territories among themselves in Avalon, Notda.

It's the predators' boundary marker, and once it's crossed, it's just a life-and-death fight.

The butcher got up and left.

There was a hoarse sigh in the wind, as if he felt sorry for the boy who had jumped into hell on his own initiative.

After all, compared to the 'gluttony' self, there are always some monsters who like to eat and never get tired of ......

In the ruins, Ye Qingxuan gasped and collapsed to the ground, unable to get up again.

He felt that all his strength had been used up in running, and now that even if the monster caught up with him, he would not have the strength to run anymore.

Just let him kill him.

He bowed his head in frustration, closed his eyes, and waited for death...... But after a long time, the flesh butcher didn't feel emotional. He was ready to open his eyes and find a monster staring at him, but when he opened his eyes, there was still nothing in front of him.

The Flesh Butcher is gone.

Dumped by him?

He froze in disbelief, and after a long time, he couldn't help but want to laugh: it was like a joke.

went out to buy marbles on the street, inexplicably ran into a group of thugs, was chased and killed inexplicably, inexplicably carried a baby, and then was chased by a monster for so long......

"What the is going on. ”

Suppressing his anger, he struggled to get up from the ground and staggered against the wall. Either way, it's over.

But soon, the cruel reality mercilessly slapped him in the face: It's over?

In the middle of the night, he looked around at the ruined ruins, trying to figure out where he was in the lower town. But in the darkness, there was a strange sound in the distance.

He paused, and looked back in silence, listening.

There was a faint cry in the wind, with grief and pain, and the cry spread through the darkness, like a soaked hair wrapped around his body.

Ye Qingxuan stared silently in the direction where the cry came from, then decisively and quickly stopped, turned around, and went in the opposite direction, without any nostalgia......

Fuck the fuck crying, uncle, I've had enough!

Gradually, the crying was inaudible, but his steps slowed down.

In the end, it was difficult.

Is it really good to walk away like this? at least go back and see, even if all the characters in horror novels hang up like this.

But in this long dark night, in a quiet place, why would anyone be reduced to crying like a resentful spirit?

He stood silently in the silent darkness, looking back at his back. There was only empty darkness behind him, silent.

"If I want to die, I must do it myself. ”

Ye Qingxuan rubbed his face a little irritably, shouted twice frantically, and kicked over the tattered garbage at his feet. Then, turning around, he walked in the direction where the cry came from.

And so, that weak and sad cry sounded again.

Getting closer, getting closer.

Ye Qingxuan held his breath, approached silently, tiptoed against the wall, poked his head out of the corner little by little, and looked at the place where the cry came from.

Blood was pouring all over the ground. (To be continued.) )