The old man's expression was very calm, as if he had expected it, and there was no sadness or joy in his open eyes.

It looks like he is dead, but his expression is too calm.

Yu Zhile advanced the old man's head, and the blood in his neck was still flowing, and there was a temperature.

It shows that he didn't die for long, and the knife on his neck was very flat, and he was cut off with a knife.

This shows that the person who kills the old man is very powerful, and it is a young man or a person who needs to use his arm all year round.

Throwing away his head, Yu Zhile shook his somewhat drowsy head.

Lost too much blood.

Yu Zhile looked ahead and looked at his knife, which was quite flat and did not have many gaps, and it could still be used.

The old man's knife has been broken, and there are many gaps on it, and there must have been a lot of fighting along the way.

Yu Zhile is actually hard to imagine that in this era full of spirits, he would actually use cold weapons.

This should not be true, but the reality makes him have to believe it.

Yu Zhile continued to walk forward, walking on the road filled with blood.

After walking for a while, Yu Zhile stopped, he turned his head to look, and in an alley, a man pulled the knife out of a man's neck with difficulty.

The man gasped for breath, and his clothes were similar to his, all red with blood.

The man looked back, and Yu Zhile showed a miserable smile.

Then he sat on the ground, holding the knife and holding his stomach with one hand.

But one hand can't cover the intestines that pour out of the stomach.

Seeing that he couldn't cover it, the man simply stopped covering it, tore off the clothes on his body with his hands and mouth, wrapped it casually, and struggled to stand up.

He looked at Yu Zhile, his body shook a little, but his eyes were calm.

Yu Zhile was silent for a moment and walked into the alley.

A minute later, the man fell to the ground, blood gushing from his neck.

"Crazier than me......"

Yu Zhile looked at his chest, where there was a wound where bones could be seen.

It was cut out by this man with his life.

Yu Zhile leaned against the wall, wrapped his wound with difficulty with his clothes, and now he didn't think about waiting for his ghost to recover.

He wondered why the people in the village were so crazy.

Even if you are desperate, you have to carry a knife to kill.

After a few simple entanglements, Yu Zhile propped up the wall and walked towards the entrance of the village.

The more you get to the entrance of the village, the more corpses there are, and most of them are incomplete.

Either the hand or the foot was broken, and some were even split in half with a knife.

Looking at these corpses, Yu Zhile's heart was half cold.

He knew that if he met the person who caused all this, the odds would be extremely small.

His knife and strength could not achieve this effect.

Yu Zhile spat out a mouthful of blood, and the severe pain in his body made it difficult for him to walk.

But he still let him go to the entrance of the village.

At the entrance of the village is a clearing, and under the light of the moon, this clearing is especially bloody and terrifying.

The pale moonlight shone on the piled up corpses, making these villagers who would not close their eyes when they died, looking extremely strange.

At this moment, at the entrance of the village, there are four people standing in four directions.

Of the four people, three were staggering, and their bodies were full of wounds, large and small.

There was a woman, not very old, only in her twenties, she had a broken arm, a bloody patch in front of her chest, and two things were missing.

The woman looked at the rest of her hands expressionlessly, the knife in her hand trembling.

All four of them saw Yu Zhile for the first time.

There was some surprise in the eyes of the four of them.

Among the four people, the most intact was a man with a long knife, the same as the previous Tang knife, the man was very strong, shirtless, and had a pig-killing knife pinned to his waist.

Yu Zhile just glanced at this man and knew this person's profession.

It's a butcher, that is, a pig killer.

"He didn't come here, but let you, the one who had just entered the village, come here." The butcher looked at Yu Zhile and frowned slightly, "I don't feel like it's worth it." ”

"What's not worth it? Didn't you come here like this before? The only woman looked at the butcher with a blank face, and she leaned against the wall, supporting herself from falling.

The other two men were silent, just took their eyes back from Yu Zhile, and then looked at the mountain outside the village.

"It seems that you, the butcher, have won again, and that thing on the mountain really can't even kill you?" A man turned to look at the butcher.

The butcher was silent for a moment, shook his head, and nodded again, "You can kill, but you can't kill it." ”

"How many of those things are there?" The man's expression suddenly became hideous, and he stared at the butcher, "How many more times do we need to repeat it?" ”

"Repeat until we kill that thing until it doesn't show up!" The butcher looked at the man coldly, "If you are still like this, you should not be killed here, but be killed by others and let others come here!" ”

The man was silent, and after a long time, "There will be no next time." ”

The butcher didn't speak, and turned his head to look at Yu Zhile, "As a newcomer, you can be the last to die." ”

With that, the butcher took the knife and walked towards the woman.

The woman sneered, struggled to prop up her body, lifted the knife that was already full of gaps, and walked towards the butcher step by step.

The butcher quickly walked up to the woman and chopped off her head before her knife fell.

It's like chopping a pig's head.

Blood spurted from the woman's neck and spilled on the butcher's face.

Without blinking, the butcher turned and walked towards the other two men.

The corners of the two men's mouths twitched, and they walked up with knives together.

Then, their heads were tossed aside, and the headless corpses fell to the ground, adding to the pile.

Seeing that the three of them were killed in just one minute, Yu Zhile knew that there was a high probability that he would die today.

But he already knew some truths in his heart.

This village is trapped in a dream, and the thing that can't be killed should be the source ghost.

As for why he killed each other, Yu Zhile got a little answer.

After killing those three people, the aura on the butcher's body became even colder, and his expression became more and more close to that of a ghost.

The person who survived to the end might have the supernatural ability to fight against the source ghost, which makes sense, why did the butcher say that thing could be killed.

Yu Zhile took a deep breath, and quickly recalled the things that could excite him in his mind.

This stimulates the secretion of adrenaline.

He didn't know if his body could still produce adrenaline, but he had to try.

He didn't want to be hacked to death.

Yu Zhile's wheezing began to thicken, and the pain on his body gradually disappeared.

Yu Zhile shook his head and stood up, looking directly at the butcher, the butcher who had only a few small wounds on his body until now.

The butcher noticed the anomaly of the young man in front of him, and he was slightly surprised, "You...... Very good, tomorrow morning, you can come to the pork shop and come to me to buy pork. ”

After speaking, the butcher strode towards Yu Zhile.

Yu Zhile raised his eyes to look at the butcher and licked the corners of his mouth, which was full of blood.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and rushed forward.

Tang Dao slashed over with great force, and went straight to Yu Zhile's front door.

Yu Zhile's body was greatly skewed, and he rolled to dodge the knife and slashed the knife to his chest.

Bang~!

The Tang knife slashed precisely at the back of the knife on his chest, and Yu Zhile took several steps back uncontrollably, a mouthful of blood spit out of his mouth.

"Practiced?" The butcher put away his knife and looked at Yu Zhile.

Yu Zhile forcibly swallowed the blood that gushed up his throat, "I have practiced for a year or two......"

"Teach me tomorrow." The butcher nodded, and then fiercely raised the knife towards Yu Zhile's neck.

The knife was very fast, Yu Zhile could only retreat, this butcher had a lot of strength, and the knife just now almost didn't kill him.

The knife was not dissolved, and the butcher took a step forward, and the knife continued to slash towards his neck.

Yu Zhile's pupils shrank slightly, he lifted the knife and slapped it up, forcibly slapped the knife up, and then took a few steps back.

The butcher squinted slightly, and his strength was not small.

Yu Zhile trembled his hands and put the knife across his shoulder.

The butcher nodded, seeming satisfied, and then slashed at Yu Zhile's head with a sharp knife.

The knife is still fast, but this time it's faster.

Yu Zhile stared at the chopping knife, and when the knife was about to slash his head, he took a step back, and the knife on his shoulder slashed at the butcher's slash.

Pull the knife, and then cut the throat, this is a rare killing technique performed by the teacher who taught him martial arts in the past.

However, the imaginary scene of pulling away the butcher's knife and then slashing through the butcher's neck does not appear.

Yu Zhile watched in amazement as he slashed the broken knife in front of the butcher's neck.

If the knife is complete, then the knife has already slashed the butcher's neck.

The perspective began to turn upside down, and the heavens and the earth swirled.

Yu Zhile looked at the butcher here upside down, and the look in his eyes seemed to be unwilling, or pity.

The butcher looked at the headless corpse that had fallen to the ground, and the human head on the ground, touched his neck, and muttered, "I'm going to learn from him tomorrow." ”

After saying that, the coldness on the butcher's body almost turned into substance, he shook the blood from the knife and looked up at the mountains outside the village.

At this moment, on the looming path up the mountain, a man carrying a long object was walking towards the bottom of the mountain with stiff steps.

When the butcher saw this man, his expression was dead and silent, without the slightest emotion, and he walked out of the village with a knife, and went up the mountain with bloody footprints.

"Baby, who won?"

A familiar voice sounded, Yu Zhile opened his eyes violently, he subconsciously touched his neck, his eyes were full of horror.

(End of chapter)