Behind me was the hard rock, in front of me was the freak's hand - I finally saw the tips of its fingers, it turned out to be this thing.

One of the freak's tails had been gnawed by his brother and burned by the fire of hell, and one of its arms poked out from a crack in the stone wall, as if it had something in its hand, and when it went up, it cut off half of its tail, which turned out to be a sharp blade hidden in its fingernails.

The blade was half the length of the palm of a hand, the width of a finger, and the tip of the tip looked extremely sharp.

Three fingers, three sharp blades, should be hidden in the fingers on weekdays, no clues can be seen, and when the killer is in pain, it will come out from the tips of the fingers.

Now, this sharp blade is coming at me accurately.

I closed my eyes.

I woke up in just a few days, and I don't know how many tears I shed. Who will shed tears for me if I die?

Suddenly, I heard a loud shout, followed by a babbling, completely incomprehensible words, and it was the freaks communicating.

The massacre I thought didn't happen.

I opened my eyes.

The hand was still there, but the blade of its fingertips had been retracted.

The freak in front of me was listening to the other freaks with his ears pricked up.

That's when a miracle happened!

It's a miracle!

Countless fish gathered from all directions, but they did not make a sound.

As if following someone's guidance, they rushed in, quickly and silently filling the entire groove where I was hiding, covering my whole body in a dense way.

I was buried alive by a school of fish in a rocky groove in the water!

Through the crevices between the fishes, I saw the freak's hand in front of me, reached forward, and grabbed the fish in one hand.

It held the fish and already knew what it was in its hand, as if it was a little surprised and a little hesitant.

Is this not what it thinks it is prey? Or does it want to eat the fish now?

It chose to throw the fish away from its hand and reached out again to grab it into the groove.

The strange thing is that when it caught some of the fish, it quickly replenished them, as if they were determined to protect me (or bury me alive?).

The freak caught another hand of fish.

You can tell it's annoyed.

It lifts up, lifts its tail, and rolls into the groove in a sweeping motion.

The weirdest thing that has happened since I woke up:

Countless fish struggled to burrow into the gap between me and the groove, pushing me out of the groove in the rock, and instantly enveloping me so tightly that I could no longer see myself, I became a "fishman" with fish from head to toe, even ears and eyes.

I was caught in the freak's tail, stirred, touched, and recognized.

In the process, I gritted my teeth and didn't make a sound.

The fish defended me to the death, clinging to my body and not falling off.

Eventually, the freak who couldn't see anything gave up, flicked its tail, and threw me out - I wasn't the prey they were looking for, but a big heavy fish.

The fish, as if pardoned, dragged me in the opposite direction where the freaks had gathered.

I finally surfaced, leaned against the edge of a rock, put the fish in the water, and began to breathe very lightly.

I looked into the distance, but fortunately, the flames were still lit and floating above the water, it was Zixia waiting for my news.

On the rocks at the water's edge, the shadows and pupils are those freaks, and one after another freaks are getting up from the water, and it seems that they are very depressed and have found nothing, because the person they are looking for, me, is here.

In the dim light, I saw a freak, one of its tails seemed to be shortened, it was supposed to be the one who smeared the slime on my face, and it was standing on a wide rock, as if it were whining at the freaks.

Should I come closer?

Suddenly I felt my body sink and a hand or something dragged me into the water.

When I looked closely, it was a freak!

The freak quickly realized that I was the one they were looking for, stretched out his arms, tied me firmly, and carried me upwards as if trying to rush out of the water, and whined in his throat.

It's going to catch me away, and it's informing its companions!

Once I jumped out of the water and let the freaks in the distance hear the movement, I never thought about turning the tables again.

I tugged at it so hard that it couldn't lift me out of the water.

A group of black and crushed fish rushed over. Began to besiege the freak who bound me, and behaved with unusual ferocity.

I don't know if there are too many of these fish, or because they are desperate and willing to get out, or because they hate these freaks to the core, or because this freak is relatively weak, in short, the situation quickly began to clear, and a half-finished monster appeared in front of me.

It turns out that none of these fish are vegetarian!

So what's the matter with them being tortured so badly by freaks?

Maybe the freak was left alone, or maybe the fish finally decided to rebel - if you don't, you never know how strong you are.

The freak was handled cleanly, and I watched as it turned into a white skeleton and sank to the bottom.

It spread its claws, and it didn't even have time to attack before it was finished.

I looked at the freak's claws, and suddenly my heart moved, and I leaned down and lifted its claws.

Arms, wrists, and palms, above the three fingers, are three unsheathed blades!

Is there a better weapon than this?

I held the big and small arms of the white bones, ready to be amputated from them.

There was a sudden hesitation in my heart.

I...... I could do something like this one day.

Just when I hesitated, the fish that bit the red eyes, as if they knew what I was thinking and hesitating, no one ordered, the fish rushed up directly, aimed at the junction of the big arm and the small arm, and gnawed together, and instantly bit off the bone junction.

I was terrified. These are all bloodthirsty hands, and they can't be underestimated.

The fish used their bodies as a lift, and brought to me the white bones with sharp blades that had been gnawed down.

I reached out and took it.

The fish circled around me.

I have a pride in my chest, well, if you give me a weapon, then I will live up to expectations, eradicate the freaks, and restore you peace.

With the bone blade in my hand, I silently dived underwater, close to where the freaks had gathered.

A little closer, a little closer.

Couldn't get any closer. I can't underestimate the freak's hearing and sensitivity.

Luckily, there were a lot of rocks, and I was able to hide behind a rock to get a good idea of what was going on with the freaks.

I looked at the flames in the air that were still waiting for my news, and said to him in my heart: "Zixia, Zixia, I'm fine, I'm out of the water." ”

Zixia sensed me and landed near my hiding place from the sky.

"Don't worry, you don't have to get too close to me, shine a little higher and farther away, I can see the whole situation clearly. I said.

The flame nodded, and rose into the air.

I saw that the tail-tied freak was whining something fiercely, and he was furious.

On the wide rock platform, beside it, there were many freaks crouching, but they were all dejected.

In addition, near this platform, far or near, there are many raised rocks, each of which is standing or lying on it, and there are many freaks staying.

I did a rough math, there were at least 50 of them.

And I'm alone. And a flame. By the way, there are countless fish in the water who hate them to the core.

I flipped the bone blade in my hand, if I want to chop them, I can't attack them on the arms and tails, their arms can be retracted, their tails can regenerate, if I want to kill them, I must kill them in one move, and it can only be - decapitation.

I didn't understand what they were saying, but it looked like the Severed Tail Freak was a leader, and it was angry and yelling at the freaks, and then it started to raise and lower its arms and down, and it felt like it was encouraging the freaks to do something.

The freaks seemed to be agitated by it, and crouched on the rocks, shrugged their shoulders, and looked eager to try.

Don't...... Are they going to go into the water again to search for me?

I pressed against the rock wall and clenched the bone blade in my hand.

It seems that today, I'm going to go on a killing spree.

Suddenly, a dozen or so freaks jumped down from the rocks, and my heart tightened and I stared at them.

But they didn't come at me, they moved quickly along the water's edge, and soon disappeared into the darkness.

Follow them or stay where they are?

There was a fierce struggle in my heart - follow them!

I quietly dived into the water again and caught up with them in the water.

The flames were alert, and when I re-entered the water, it landed on the surface of the water, moving with my movements, illuminating me.

In the light of the fire, I tried to keep my distance from the freaks on the shore and keep up with their progress.

A school of fish covered my body thinly to cover me, while another school of fish roamed underneath my body, holding the current so that I wouldn't struggle too hard in the water and expose myself.

Suddenly, the freaks stopped and stood at the water's edge.

The leader let out a strange shout, and a slightly shorter fellow in the group stepped into the water and walked in the direction where I was lurking.

I slowly got up from the water, making sure I wasn't making a sound.

The fish began to jump, not knowing whether to panic or take cover.

The short freak pricked up his ears and walked closer and closer.

It raised its arms, raised its palms, and pointed its palms in the direction of me.

It's ridiculous, who gave you the confidence to make you grow an eye in the palm of your hand in the dark world to demagoguery!

I looked down at the bone blade in my hand, come on, I'm ready.

I avoided the eyes in the palm of the other's hand and watched as the other person shrank shorter and shorter distance from me.

Well, the location is excellent.

By the light of the flames, I could pinpoint the neck of the short freak - if it came two fingers closer to me, I could silently decapitate me.

One

Two

Three!

Hand up and down.

The dwarf freak didn't have time to make a sound before its dark green head left its neck and fell towards the water, as its diminutive body fell into the water.

The fish soldiers jumped up from the surface of the water in two ways, held the head that had fallen to the surface of the water, and then, quickly wrapped it, and slid back into the water smoothly and silently.

The other way spread a fish blanket on the surface of the water, bounced up slightly, cushioned the body of the freak who smashed into the water, and then, like a real blanket, wrapped in trophies, slid into the water.

There was no sound during the whole process, except for the dark green blood splattered out as the head left the neck, making a soft "snort" sound, and then slashed through the air and slowly fell into the water.

But that little bit of sound was also digested by the usual silent and noisy background sound of the fish.

Perfect!

When the dwarf freak had turned into a headless skeleton, the freaks on the shore were still wondering where the man went.

I looked at the bone blade in my hand, stained with a dark green liquid of the blood of a short freak.

I gently sank the blade into the water, and the dark green liquid quickly dissolved in the water and dissipated without a trace.

The freaks made noises, as if calling out to their companions, but, as if they had something more important to do, the one in the lead decided to move on.

What kind of creatures are these, judging by their familiarity in the dark, their greed and cruelty when they grab their prey, they must have lived for a long time in the deepest depths of the earth.

Do they live here since they started to live in the cracks of the stone walls, or do they have to live here when the waterway becomes a tunnel?

They leap over rocks and glide through water, and there is no doubt that they are amphibians.

So what are they, forgotten by God in this darkest corner, and in the unlikely event that they collide with us.

I'm sorry, I'll still kill you if necessary.

When you turn the lives of the people I care about the most into food, the only thing I can do is take your life.

I dived into the water, and through the water, I saw several freaks stop, and then left the water's edge and turned into a dark tunnel.

I waited for them to go a little farther, and climbed ashore, lightly heeling behind.

The flames were not far in front of me, guiding me.

There was a sudden movement, and before I could catch up with them, the group of freaks turned back.

I was so scared that I couldn't advance or retreat, and I was still holding a white bone blade in my hand, and I didn't know whether to hide or cut it directly for a while.