Zhou Fan stepped back again and again, vigilantly looking at Wang Eighteen who was covering the wound on his neck.

Wang Eighteen didn't pull out the wooden stick that stabbed obliquely into his neck, he just covered the blood gushing out around the wooden stick with his hand, the blood stained his left palm red, and he tilted his head slightly to look at Zhou Fan.

The trace of fear in Wang Eighteen's heart quickly disappeared, and his face became hideous: "As long as I kill you, kill you......"

He held the hunting knife and chased after Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan ran without hesitation.

Wang Eighteen had a knife in his hand and an ax tied to his waist, but Zhou Fan was unarmed, so he could only run.

Wang Eighteen staggered behind Zhou Fan, he chattered and cursed, even if his steps staggered, the speed was not slow, and Zhou Fan couldn't shake him off.

Zhou Fan was not too afraid, because of that wound, even if he didn't pull out the stick, Wang Eighteen wouldn't be able to hold out for long, and after a long time, he would only win.

But to Zhou Fan's surprise, he felt tired running in the bright red snowstorm, and Wang Shibai behind him still staggered after him, scolding loudly with foul language.

The strength of this hunter's vitality was beyond Zhou Fan's imagination, and he couldn't help but glance back.

What he saw was Wang Eighteen, whose face was pale, with black blood muscles appearing on his bearded face, and his eyes became cloudy and white.

Zhou Fan's face showed surprise, his heart beat faster, Wang Eighteen was not tenacious, but became a monster.

Zhou Fan didn't look at it again, he turned his head and ran faster.

Wang Eighteen was like a crazy vicious dog, and he was still following behind Zhou Fan, he no longer cursed, but said: "As long as I kill you, kill you......"

"You're dead, you know?" Zhou Fan shouted panting as he ran.

"Just kill you, kill you......"

"When people are dead, don't chase them anymore. ”

"Just kill you, kill you......"

"People can't be resurrected after death, what if you kill me, hurry up and rest, don't miss reincarnation. ”

"Just kill you, kill you......"

Zhou Fan: "......"

Zhou Fan didn't shout again, he suspected that Wang Eighteen had lost his sanity and became a zombie, the key is that Zhou Fan's physical strength is also constantly losing, and his steps are getting heavier and heavier, as if he is stuck in a quagmire.

And Wang Eighteen's speed still did not slow down, he waved the hunting knife in his hand from time to time, reciting back and forth the words of killing Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan didn't run anymore, he stopped by a tree covered with snow and gasped for breath, even in this snowstorm weather, he was also sweating profusely.

It's just that Zhou Fan didn't take a few breaths, Wang Eighteen chased after him, his eyes with dead fish white stared at Zhou Fan, the blood on his neck had already coagulated, and the blood left behind stained his clothes red, and he roared and slashed at Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan sideways avoided the knife.

But Wang 18 continued to raise the knife and cut again, Zhou Fan entangled with him around the tree, and with a 'stomping', the hunting knife did not hit Zhou Fan, but cut it on the tree.

Wang 18 tried hard to pull out the hunting knife, Zhou Fan slammed it, knocking Wang 18 backwards a few steps, his hand had been holding the hunting knife, and by this impact, the hunting knife was pulled out, but he couldn't hold it tightly, and the hunting knife fell on the snow.

When Wang Eighteen stood firm, Zhou Fan had quickly leaned over and picked up the hunting knife, and the blade was pointed directly at Wang Eighteen.

Wang Eighteen grinned, he untied the axe from his waist, and slashed towards Zhou Fan again.

The axe is powerful, and the hunting knife can't fight the axe, and Wang Eighteen's strength is much greater than Zhou Fan's, Zhou Fan didn't fight hard with Wang Eighteen, but continued to circle around the trees and Wang Eighteen.

Zhou Fan soon discovered another fact, Wang Eighteen is only fighting by instinct now, fierce but fierce, but without a trace of reason, otherwise it would not be so easy for him to dodge Wang Eighteen's axe.

Zhou Fan deliberately stepped forward and caused Wang Eighteen to split out with an axe, but instead of hitting Zhou Fan, an axe chopped on the tree.

Snow is falling from the trees.

Zhou Fan took advantage of this to hit sideways again.

Wang Eighteenth shouted, relying on instinct not to give Zhou Fan a chance to hit him like last time, the axe was pulled out and stepped away.

But he guessed wrong, Zhou Fan didn't hit him, but hit the tree.

The trees shook for a moment, and large chunks of bright red snow fell in layers.

Zhou Fan was closest to the tree, and the snow on the periphery was the most, and Wang Eighteen was smashed a little dizzy at once.

Zhou Fan felt a burst of cold and dizziness because of the ice and snow falling on his body, but he had already prepared for this, he gritted his teeth and endured slashing towards Wang Eighteen, and slashed at Wang Eighteen's right arm.

Wang Eighteen's right arm was cut in half, and he screamed violently, as if he would be in pain in such a strange state, and an arrow that he had been holding in his left hand pierced Zhou Fan's chest.

Zhou Fan's face turned pale, but he just snorted, he pulled out the hunting knife with force, and slashed hard at the edge of his right arm, and then cut off Wang Eighteen's right arm.

But Wang 18 still didn't care, pushed the arrow hard, deepened Zhou Fan's wound, and he still smiled and spun the arrow.

Zhou Fan couldn't help but shout in pain, his face showed a fierce look, and a knife slashed at the side of the wooden stick on Wang Eighteen's neck, and the blood splattered out from his neck.

Zhou Fan kicked Wang 18 again.

Wang 18 fell to the ground with an arrow in his hand, and Zhou Fan also used too much force, and fell on his back on the snow.

As soon as Zhou Fan fell to the ground, he struggled to get up, the blood from the wound on his chest continued to flow, his body was shaky, and he walked towards the fallen Wang Eighteen step by step, picking up the axe on the side in the process.

Wang Eighteen struggled on the ground and couldn't get up, his neck and his broken arm were bleeding, even if he was in a strange state, he seemed to be a little stronger than a person.

And his weird state was receding rapidly, his eyes returned to their normal pitch black, he came back to his senses, coughed up a mouthful of black blood in his mouth, staining his mouth and teeth black, he gave up the argument and looked at Zhou Fan who had already walked to his side.

Wang Eighteen said with a cold look in his eyes: "I don't know how you did it, but it doesn't matter, you will definitely return to your dreams, I will die, but you will also die, my name is Wang Eighteen, and there are seventeen brothers above, they will kill you for me." ”

Zhou Fan didn't speak, he picked up the axe and stomped off Wang Eighteen's head.

Only in this way can he rest assured, after all, Wang Eighteen will become that weird state.

Zhou Fan let go of the axe and stood quietly in the snowstorm, he was covered in wounds, blood continued to flow down from his chest, there seemed to be no sign of stopping, his vision began to blur, and he laughed loudly.

Laughter spread in all directions with the wind and snow.

The bright red world is collapsing.

......

Zhou Fan woke up with his eyes, he wiped the sweat on his forehead, this nightmare was even more terrible than he thought, and it didn't seem to be over, he remembered Wang Eighteen's last sentence, and said angrily: "There are seventeen brothers, so able to give birth, are you a sow?"