"What is it?" In the darkness, two bright green lights approached him, and Channing stared expressionlessly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After taking a few steps back, the two creatures opened a certain distance between them, and looked at the black shadow that was getting closer and closer to them, and raised his right hand without the slightest hesitation, and threw the paper bag containing food in his hand in the direction of the thing's trajectory. It was the only thing in his hand that still had some weight and lethality.

All it had was to slow the shadow down a little. But that's enough.

Squatting down neatly and picking up an empty wine bottle behind his feet, Qian Ning looked at it calmly, the black figure was magnifying, and the speed was obviously much faster than many things he had seen.

The dim light makes the flesh-colored forelimbs loom. Nervously leaning up slightly, the bottle in his hand clenched. The thing scurried in its direction for a few meters with a loud wind, and then took advantage of a foothold on the wall next to it to strike at the neck of its half-body.

The angle is half folded. Is it relying on this speed that ordinary people can't react at once?

Qian Ning's eyes flickered, and the unknown creature in front of him looked like an old hunter who was only preying. Whether it is the disturbance of poor vision caused by the alternating change of light and darkness, or the moment of folding and pounce just now, it can be shown that this thing has definitely fought with humans, and not just once or twice.

Or rather, this thing lives on cannibalism.

There were many thoughts in his mind, but the movements in his hands did not mean the slightest hesitation. The hand rises, the bottle falls, and the glass bottle body hits out directly after touching the body of this thing, as if it were in baseball.

"Bang!" the home run sounded, and the thing landed not far away, staring at the somewhat tricky prey with glowing green eyes, and a low squeaky squeak from its mouth.

Qian Ning stood in place, thinking carefully about the weight of the creature he had just felt through the bottle, it was heavy, although this thing looked about the size of a cat, but it actually weighed more than a dog.

And most importantly, it didn't look like it was affected by the blow it had taken from it, even though it had actually hit it.

"Rats?" Giving the creature who was trying to find a chance two more rounds with the bottle, Channing gasped and stared silently at the creatures still alive in the alleyway.

The long tail and cry of this thing did resemble that of a rodent hiding in the shadows, but its form and ferocity were somewhat incorrect, much more ferocious than many of the scavengers he had encountered in his apocalypse.

It felt like a man-eating beast in the wilderness, devoid of the gentle nature of a city creature.

Steps, a few steps back, Channing watched the thing approach, and in a few dim halos, a few pieces of yellow fur were exposed.

Rats indeed. Without the protection of too much darkness, the thing was completely exposed in the faint light.

Clenching the increasingly heavy glass bottle in his hand, his eyes narrowed slightly, seeing that the creature did not cower in the light, but seemed to see the follow-up weakness of his prey, and the attack began to become more and more violent.

Concentrating your will for a long time is indeed a very energy-consuming thing. Another round of wine bottles, Qian Ning gasped a few times, he could feel the sweat behind his back rushing out.

The weakness of his body is indeed a big problem, and with the fact that an ordinary blow like a glass bottle will do less damage to this small creature, it is more likely that he will be dragged to death by this thing if he continues to do this.

His arm sank deeper and deeper, and Channing stared blankly at the seemingly unharmed creature, his eyes flickering. He knew that this thing was definitely injured after suffering so many blows from himself, and now it was just a matter of the size of the damage.

Now, it's just beating its own spirit from the side, like those wild wolves who will do anything to hunt it. The skill of hunting, that is something that is infused into the instinct of the blood of the creature.

No, it can't go on like this. Half a step back, the survivor looked at the creature that was rushing towards him, and the wine bottle in his right hand subconsciously raised and swung it.

"Hmm!" the sound of the wind breaking the sky was empty. Qian Ning's pupils shrank, and as he watched, the thing in front of him was expanding, and his left hand instinctively blocked it.

"Take advantage of my instinctive misjudgment of your habitual direction?" felt the stinging pain of the beast's teeth piercing into his flesh, and the movement of his right hand did not stop in the slightest. "You're very smart. ”

The bottle smashed on the wall next to him, and there was a sound of the glass bottle breaking in his ears, and the sharp bottle mouth was broken, Qian Ning's left wrist turned slightly, and he endured the pain and grabbed the thin waist of the rodent hanging on his arm and wanted to move. "But a brute is a brute after all. ”

The young man watched calmly, and the weapon in his right hand slashed neatly towards the thing's neck.

One or two clicks. Qian Ning's hand trembled, and after a few struggles, the thing was finally dropped to the ground by the young man who had exhausted his strength, and he was silent.

Is it dead?—he touched the rat corpse the size of a wild cat on the ground with the broken mouth of a glass wine bottle, and he was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he was sure it was dead.

The next moment, an abrupt sound in his ears brought the survivor back to his senses.

"An unknown energy source was found nearby, and the energy gauge was increased by an additional 0.011%. ”