The demons that possessed my hallucinations were definitely not accidental.

Demons, also known as "malignant spirits". There are many spirits in nature, some of which remain after death, and some of which are born naturally, among which the spirits that harbor malice towards humans are collectively called malignant spirits. Some warlocks are adept at manipulating malignant spirits through various means to achieve their own ends, and although this does not mean that manipulating malignant spirits is necessarily an evil warlock, malignant spirits are indeed very good at achieving certain evil ends.

Breaking through the seemingly insurmountable barrier between the objective world and the subjective world, and attaching oneself to illusion to the cause of harm to others is a common method of demons.

With just one punch, I killed the demon on the spot, its head torn apart like a trampled tomato. Even now I can easily clean it up, which is enough to show that this demon is nothing more than a miscellaneous fish.

However, for the person who attacked me from behind, even if it was a trash fish, as long as it played a role in diverting my attention, it was probably a good trash fish.

It was a truly thrilling scene, and even I thought I was going to die in the face of this sudden assassination, but at the last moment, the awareness of the dying struggle and the strange experiences of many years made me find a way to survive the desperate situation, and I avoided the fatal blow as if I had fallen.

And it was at this moment of avoiding the attack that I could see clearly the weapon that attacked me, and the person holding it.

The weapon was a bone, an old, yellowed thigh bone to be exact, held in the hand like a short knife. The side of the bone had several irregular holes in the side like a flute, and one of them had been sharpened, and the attackers were trying to stab me in the back of the heart with the sharp end.

The man who attacked me was a sinister-looking male, about thirty years old, dressed in gray clothes, and the bulging muscles under the clothes were faintly visible.

At this moment, his expression was quite hideous, his facial muscles were twisted together, his eyes were split, and he gritted his teeth, as if he was telling the hatred of the world. Even after I narrowly escaped my life, he continued to die. Before I could regain my balance, he used the bone object as a stick and slammed it into my temple.

It's wonderful, no, it should be taken for granted, because this bone artifact is hollow, and there are many small holes on the surface, so when it broke through the air, the wind ran in, and a rapid flute sounded.

The sound of the flute has a strange magic, and as soon as it enters my ears, I feel a momentary stagnation of the muscles and joints of my body.

This bone weapon is indeed a spell weapon!

Since ancient times, the human body has been regarded as a deeply spiritual object, so various human and animal customs have developed around the world, or the cruel custom of making offerings from the bones left behind after death. These horrific artifacts made of human bones were placed in an era of barbarian tribes whose ethical concepts were completely different from those of modern times, and had sacred imagery that is unimaginable to people today. At that time, it was believed that these things could be used in certain rituals to communicate with the will of the heavens, or the gods of the underworld.

And in modern times, no matter how much defense is useless, this is the most evil thing. However, in the hidden world, where filth and filth are easily hidden, this savage and cruel craft has not been lost, but continues to flourish in some places.

The bone artifact he held was undoubtedly made with that ancient technique, and the changes it brought to me were more than just stagnant. I even saw corpse spots quickly appear all over my body, and my skin began to rot and damage, from which filthy pus and blood flowed out, and a dense mass of maggots came out of the carrion. In addition to being shocked, I was reminded of the nine-phase drawings drawn by foreign artists depicting the nine stages of decay after death.

When I think about it, my body can move again for some reason. But at this point, it was impossible to flexibly dodge the attack, so I had to raise my badly rotten left arm and narrowly block his swing.

The sound of bones breaking came from inside his left arm, and the pain exploded.

This arm is no longer working. I was like a spectator, or I asked myself to judge like a spectator. Now is not the time to scream and scream in pain, I have to calmly regroup.

As for this devastated body, even if the posture is successfully reorganized, how can the situation be reversed? That pessimistic thought, it's better to call it less of a memory in my brain. My years of experience have taught me that those who look ahead in battle die faster.

I didn't hesitate to retreat, and the other side swore to pursue without stopping, once again launching a deadly thrust with a bone weapon. But compared to the two attacks I had just made, I had more breathing room this time, and his attacks weren't tricky. With just one side step, I managed to dodge it with great ease, and his bony was nailed deep into the hard wall.

With the speed of his blow and the hardness of the human bone, it stands to reason that it was far from enough to nail into the wall, but it was no ordinary attack.

In the idiom dictionary, there is a saying of "shooting stones and drinking feathers", and legend has it that the ancients regarded the stone as a tiger on the road, and shot a sword in fright, but Qi Gen did not enter. Yang Youji and Xiong Quzi in the Spring and Autumn Period, Li Guang in the Han Dynasty, and Li Yuan in the Northern Zhou Dynasty all had such strange experiences. Textbooks say that this is a story about the great potential of a person in a dangerous situation, but the upper limit of the power of the bow and arrow depends on the elastic potential energy accumulated by the bowstring of the bow, not on the upper limit of human strength. If you are a warlock, you will have insight into the occurrence of the phenomenon of shooting stones and drinking feathers, which comes from the spiritual power that appears in the unconscious of people.

The person in front of him nailed a bone tool into the wall, which is a disguised "shooting stone and drinking feathers", which is a typical manifestation of spiritual power.

But this is really an untimely attack power, because he still needs to pull out the bone weapon again, and this is a momentary flaw. I saw my chances and counter-attacked with kicks; He hurriedly parried and was knocked back ten meters away.

I checked myself as I regrouped my stance.

Unexpectedly, the body, which was originally like carrion, had returned to normal at this time. The decaying insect amorph just now seems to be just my hallucination.

No, it must be more than just a hallucination, I deeply felt that most of my physical strength was drained for no reason, and my muscles also felt extremely tired as if they would not rebound if they pressed it. If the rotten illusion just now continues, it will definitely turn from an illusion to reality.

In the past, I wouldn't have taken such a "little thing" to heart at all. To put it bluntly, I used to be a de facto immortal with the support of "it". It's a trivial matter if the heart is broken, even if the head is broken, it will grow back all of a sudden, it's like opening the cheat in the real world, and now there is no such cheating level condition.

“…… It turns out that you have the knowledge of the nine-phase diagram? That's not good in the information age, anyone can be a miscellaneous ......" The opponent gasped heavily, and finally spoke.

Combined with the series of encounters just now, my own experience, and a more acute "awareness" in the case of life and death crisis, I have almost judged the truth of that weapon.

"If I'm not mistaken, the sound of your weapon will make the human body mistakenly think that you are dead, and then you will be unable to move and be slaughtered." I said, "But if the person who is recruited has the knowledge of the Nine Phases, he will be able to move, but he will see that his body is divided into nine stages and decays, and after completing the nine stages, he will actually die...... That's right. ”

"Hmph......" his reaction told me he had guessed right.

And then ...... You're the perverted murderer who has been roaming Liucheng lately. I said, "Remember it's called 'Old Bone'?" ”

Hearing this, the old bone seemed to laugh angrily, "You said that I was a 'perverted murderer', and you really taught me to be honestly afraid, Demon Li Duo!" Speaking of the back, his tone was already tinged with a growl.

He really knew who I was...... I thought about it and said, "If it's convenient, can you take off the word "demon?" ”

He smiled disdainfully, "What's the matter, Demon Li Duo, are you so afraid that others will call you a Demon Man?" ”

It's not, it's just that the title "Majin Li Duo" is a bit like a character who ran out of the comics.

I'll be twenty years old in six months, and I don't really want to claim the name of this style.

By the way, at the same time as kicking him out just now, I secretly triggered the alarm function of the gray bracelet, and now the Liucheng Security Bureau should already know that I have a situation here, and if there happens to be a law enforcement warlock nearby, it should also be rushing over. I want to try to drag him out here with dialogue.

"Why ambush me?" I asked, "Do you have a grudge against me?" ”

"You ask me...... Is there a feud? You ......" his face changed, and the fingers holding the bone artifact turned white, as if he was so angry that he was about to break the bone artifact, "You dare to forget me?" What did you do to me...... And now actually! ”

"Those things?" I looked at his face closely, but I couldn't remember who it was.

Maybe it's not what I've done to him, it's something I've done to his acquaintances. There are too many people who have unfortunately died in my hands during the Demon Period in the past few years, and it can really be called a sea of blood hatred, I don't know how many people hate me so much that they want to eat their flesh and sleep on their skin.

Thinking about it this way, it is not an accident that I will be ambushed here today, and my future life will definitely be accompanied by the blood debt that I have personally accumulated in the past.

In the end, I'm going to die a bad death.

But he seemed to conclude that I should remember him, and in light of what he had said, had I really done cruel things to him himself before?

There seems to be some signs of it. In fact, when I was a demon, I didn't kill people directly, but most of the time I would catch them first and bring them back to my hiding place. And in the event of some accidents, such as when my hiding place is found by a law enforcement warlock and I have to be transferred, someone will surely survive from my clutches. Sometimes it's even the case that the person I catch happens to be a warlock, and people like me and those warlocks often encounter each other in the whirlpool of wondrous fate, and it's not uncommon for them to get away with it.

He may have been the one who survived from me in the first place, and most of his acquaintances were also captured, but he didn't survive like him - I think this is a plausible assumption.

And then, now he is going to take revenge on me—I have no intention of avoiding the fact that my former enemy is seeking revenge on me, and if I die at the hands of the other, I deserve it.

But if this enemy is also a perverted murderer, the nature of the matter is different. I didn't have the mood to give his life to him in vain.

"Looks like you really don't remember......" he said with great hatred. It felt like he was about to explode.

I wanted to continue to delay him with dialogue, but this kind of thing was really not my specialty, and I could only throw out this sentence after racking my brains, "Why don't you remind me a few more words, maybe I will be able to recall it soon." ”

"Hint? There's no need, I'll take you down here. But it won't kill you right away. You'll have a lot of time to remember, and when you do, you'll regret why you didn't kill yourself sooner, and why the Security Service didn't sentence you to death a few days ago. "When I heard about that, I couldn't figure out why it had come to this." That legendary column is missing...... He led a team to raid you, and you lost the battle, killing even the monsters you had raised, and putting yourself in a security bureau prison...... It is not an exaggeration to be sentenced to death, or even torture, after this, but under such and such a messy procedure, he was cunningly exempted from the death penalty, and even from all punishment! I had only seen on the news that the most heinous criminals were acquitted by the courts, but I never thought that such evil and good retribution could happen to my enemies! ”

I said sincerely: "It's useless for you to protest to me about this kind of thing, and I have protested to the Security Service before." ”

"Protest? What do you have to protest against! I can already hear the laughter in your heart, and you must be silently mocking the eyeless black-clad warlocks and the souls who curse you in the underworld! That's what you expected, right...... You knew from the beginning that you would not be sentenced to death! "He roared angrily, like a young man complaining about social injustice, and I almost forgot that he was also a murderer," but...... It also gave me a chance, a chance to get revenge with my own hands! You have lost almost all of your strength, and now you are only as strong as the average person, and the remaining strength will definitely only burn for a little longer, and you will not be able to resist the warlock...... Can't resist me! ”

"Really? So much rambling...... This is a sign of your weak heart. I said, "Why are you still standing there when you're so confident?" It's just a kick from me, and you're running out of guts? ”

His face froze.

It's not good, I'm going to delay him with a conversation, why did I start provoking him.

But it wasn't all provocation just now.

As he roared angrily, I felt a faint glance at my own expression. It was not just the smell of hatred, I could already smell the smell of a coward who feared me deeply, wanted to shatter me, and at the same time longed to cry and run away from my vision.

Although he still can't remember what he did to him before, it seems that the tactics of delaying time are no longer useful.

I heard that he is a psychopathic murderer who has been active since two or three years ago, so he is my junior.

Let me, a senior who is also highly respected in the world of perverted murderers, teach this young junior a lesson, what is the expected perverted murderer.

Tuition is his life.

I silently made up my mind to die together, and took a step closer to him; His face changed slightly, and he reflexively stepped back.