On the platform at the corner of the pier, the sound of small conversations was heard, and two figures were talking in low voices.

The woman was in her forties and fifties, with a face covered with bright heavy makeup and a plump body, while the man was a short soldier who blackmailed them at the city gate during the day.

"Ahh

The sound of crisp footsteps disturbed the two, and when they saw the homeless's frightened appearance, they screamed, apparently frightened.

Kevin hid in the shadows and observed the homeless man's behavior, and secretly speculated, "Is this bridge cave the homeless man's home?"

Being disturbed at such a time, the short soldier suddenly lost interest, stopped talking, and cursed in his mouth: "Where did the homeless man come from? Get out of here!"

"I told you not to come to this kind of place to talk about things, you have to come, now it's okay. The middle-aged woman complained.

As if he hadn't heard them, the homeless man opened his mouth wide and drooled all over the ground, and walked towards the two in a daze.

The short soldier was inward-looking, shouting on his lips, but his steps kept retreating: "Hey, stop, what are you going to do?"

"It seems to be a psychopath. The woman scoffed and was about to leave.

Suddenly, the homeless man's arm stretched out suddenly, and the woman didn't have time to react, so she was directly grabbed by the neck and lifted up.

Her feet were off the ground, her legs still fluttering, and her cheeks were red from the lack of oxygen.

The short soldier immediately stepped forward and pulled the homeless man's arms with all his might, but the homeless man's hands were like iron tongs, and he couldn't break them at all.

The homeless man seemed to be bored with the fly, and with a horizontal swing of his right hand, he hit the short soldier directly against the wall next to him.

Kevin saw this scene and walked out of the shadows. The short man suddenly found a savior, and shouted, "Help me, save me!" I am Kiplin, the captain of the gate guards. ”

Kevin didn't want to help Kiplin, but sensed that the homeless man's sanity was not normal.

At this time, the woman was strangled and speechless, her eyelids rolled up, and she was dying, but the homeless man had no intention of letting go.

"Click"

The woman's neck was directly twisted, and with the splattering blood, the head fell to the ground. The homeless man happily held the woman's head and devoured it as if what was in front of him was a plate of rare delicacies.

In just a few seconds, such a terrifying scene was presented in the eyes of Kevin and Kiplin.

They were all taken aback, and Kiplin sat directly on the ground, some yellow-white liquid dripping from between his legs, and he was so frightened that he was incontinent.

Kevin held a cross sword and cautiously approached the homeless man.

The homeless man was still sucking the blood, unaware. Kevin circled behind him, raised his crosssword, and stabbed the homeless man in the heart like a meteor.

As soon as the cross sword pierced the surface of the skin, it was met with great resistance, as if it were piercing into cotton, and most of the force was dispersed, and there was no single blow to kill.

With the experience of fighting against the bone-breaking wolf, Kevin did not let the cross sword sink into his body again, and decisively pulled the sword out.

"Uh.."

The homeless man turned around, with a large amount of blood still remaining at the corners of his mouth, and looked at Kevin in a daze, as if he didn't understand why Kevin was interrupting his eating.

His eyes quickly turned red, and he let out a loud roar and rushed forward.

"So fast!"

Kevin walked sideways from the sword and dodged the homeless man, and the crosssword cut a bloody streak on the homeless man's body.

But the homeless man seemed to have no pain, but was even more manic.

"What kind of monster is this?"

Kevin cursed in his heart, and the cross sword in his hand did not stop, stabbing blood flowers on the homeless man's body.

The Tramp has great strength, speed, and defense, and is close to knight-level physique, but has low intelligence and has no other means of attack other than ramming and flying.

A strange feeling rose in Kevin's heart that he felt that he was the Spanish bullfighter of the earth, seducing an angry bull with a red cloth.

His steps were cautious, using his sword steps to dodge in a small area, and he was never attacked by the homeless man.

The homeless man has a powerful body, but he can't volatilize it.

As time passed, the injuries on the homeless man's body worsened, the wounds continued to increase, blood oozed out in large quantities, and his movements gradually slowed down.

He froze in place for a few seconds, grabbed Kiplin directly on the ground, used it as a weapon, and threw it.

Due to his great strength and the speed of the Kiplin, Kevin had no time to dodge, so he could only hold his chest with his right hand, resisting Kiplin's impact, and the two fell to the ground together.

The homeless man rushed straight up while Kevin was getting up.

Kevin exerted his back and straightened up, holding his breath and waiting for the opportunity to strike.

The moment the homeless man pounced in front of him, he repeated his old tricks, his body turned sharply, and the crossed sword stabbed like a poisonous snake from the back to the heart for the second time.

"Poof"

The crosssword pierced through the homeless man's chest, and he maintained a forward stance, his arms drooping, and he fell backwards in a pool of blood.

Kevin looked at the homeless man expectantly, and sure enough, the situation in the dungeon repeated itself again.

The black mist on the homeless man's head detached from his body and drifted over, merging into Kevin's body.

In an instant, the water vapor in his body steamed, his muscles expanded a few points again, the explosive power spread in his body, his muscles and bones thundered, and he couldn't help but exhale a breath of hot air in his mouth.

"It's so comfortable. ”

His whole body was intoxicated with the pleasure of this rapid increase in strength, as if he had taken a drug, and his body seemed to float in the clouds.

Suddenly, Kevin's eyes flickered, and all the colors of the surrounding scene disappeared, leaving only black and white.

The sky is spinning, and the entire space is violently distorted.

He wanted to stand up, but he was swaying and couldn't control the balance of his body. A feeling of extreme nausea came over him, making his chest tight.

The lake, the trees, the bridges, the corpses, everything around him seemed to come to life, and the chaotic and noisy sound rushed to Kevin, who had to cover his ears tightly.

"It happened. What?"

His mind was in a state of confusion, his thinking became sluggish, and he couldn't concentrate.

At this time, the dead homeless man actually stood up again, the blood under his body flowed back into his body, and the blood hole in his chest slowly closed, and walked towards Kevin, still smirking in his mouth.

Kevin desperately wanted to retreat, but his body did not obey, and he could only watch the homeless man approach him step by step, unable to resist.

The homeless man had a playful look on his face, as if mocking Kevin, and he slowly raised his hand and grabbed Kevin's neck.

Kevin's breathing became more and more difficult, a strong feeling of suffocation surfaced, and his vision became blurred.

"Click"