The messy scene slowly faded, and He Shang returned to the original black and white scene.

The street is still the same as before, and even the old man who sells breakfast is still next to He Shang.

The old man carried two barrels and kept his head down. He was about to rub shoulders with He Shang.

But he couldn't move because the moment was "static".

He Shang's thoughts were very chaotic, because the demon pupil had just shown him a massacre.

A complete slaughter between beast and man.

People have a numerical advantage and a formation to cooperate. It is clear that the elite soldiers are specially trained, and they are so determined that they can even sacrifice themselves to create opportunities for their comrades.

The shield of the sword and shield hand resists the claws of the monster, and the sword and shield hand can slash with all the power of the monster's black shell.

Crossbowmen are not far behind, and the runic arrows in their hands can also deal effective damage to monsters.

This team of elite soldiers did live up to the word "elite", but they still lost.

They were slaughtered.

The shields of the sword and shield men are indeed resistant to attacks, but their physical strength is not unlimited. Every time they fend off a monster's claw blow, their arms take a huge impact.

Again and again, how many times can a person's arm strength withstand the monster's attacks?

What's more, that monster is a full story high, and can crush the sword and shield soldiers in terms of strength.

Its hard blow was enough to cripple the soldiers' arms.

He Shang had seen it in the hallucination scene just now, and the monster's full force directly smashed a sword and shield soldier into meat sauce.

The shield can withstand the attacks of monsters, but the shield is also destined to not withstand monsters.

The shields of the sword and shield soldiers failed, but what about their swords? Sorry, this battle was destined to be a massacre.

A sharp sword can indeed split through a monster's black shell, causing damage to the monster and causing it to bleed.

The monster did bleed, red blood, that brilliant red.

Blood flowed from the wounds and dripped onto the stone bricks of the street floor, which then corroded.

Yes, He Shang was very sure that the stone brick was corroded.

Blood dripped onto the stone bricks, which corroded. What about the swords in the hands of the sword and shield soldiers? Naturally, they were corroded by the blood of monsters.

Blunt, the knife in the hands of the sword and shield soldier was so corroded and blunt.

A knife tore through the black armor, and then the knife was useless. In this way, the situation of the soldiers is even more serious.

The sword and shield soldiers are gone, and they can only serve as a delayer. These guys can only drag as hard as they can, holding back the monster's footsteps and giving the crossbowmen behind them plenty of time to reload and shoot.

Crossbowmen are armed with talisman arrows and fire a volley.

The black shell burst, and the corrosive red blood flowed on the stone brick pavement. The black-armored monster roared, then lunged at the crossbowman.

But they were blocked, and the sword and shield soldiers used their lives to delay time for their comrades.

After several more volleys, the monster was seriously injured by the rune arrows.

The man succeeded in forcing the beast into a state of serious injury, but the talisman arrows were depleted, and he was forced to use ordinary arrows to fight.

They thought they could win, and they were slaughtered clean.

The monster was mortally wounded, its black shell shattering, revealing the blood-black sinew beneath the shell. Its blood was dripping, and it corroded a large area of stone and brick floor.

It roared, lunging at a sword and shield soldier.

Grabbed, bitten off the head, chewed, and ate the still slightly convulsed corpse into the belly.

The survivors rose up to resist, but it was destined to be useless. The sword and shield soldier's sword was blunted, and the crossbowman's talisman and arrows were depleted.

Needless to say, the battle had turned into a massacre.

Monster slaughter and murder battles, a bloody slaughter.

(What do you think about this kind of thing?)

"There's no need to beat around the bush, I've guessed the rest. ”

(Oh?)

"This monster is me. It's me. ”

(Tsk, how do you know?)

(Intuition.) ）

(Hey, hey.) ）

It didn't reply, it just smiled, smirked.

With its laughter, the space near He Shang changed again.

Night comes, the moon rises.

He Shang appeared in a familiar house, very familiar. He looked around and saw that everything was still so familiar.

The familiar walls of the room, the familiar wooden bed, and a large black water tank in the corner. It's all so familiar, even the moon outside the window.

He Shang watched, his eyes on the figure on the wooden bed.

The man, He Shang, was suffering from malaria, curled up on the wooden bed and shivering.

He Shang looked at He Shang, and he looked at him.

Then, the blood flowed out.

He Shang on the wooden bed began to change, his skin cracking open and red blood flowing.

Blood wetted the bed, and the bed was then corroded by blood.

Strongly acidic blood, just like the monster just now.

Just the shedding of strongly acidic blood is not a complete change. On the contrary, this is just the beginning.

He Shang looked at him, and then a large cluster of blood-black blood vessels drilled out of his body. These veins are wriggling, as described in the book, "The weeds of spring emerge from the surface and stretch their loins." ”

Blood vessels also burrow out of their bodies, stretching their waists.

Illuminated by the moonlight, countless red and black veins began their rebellion.

Big, small, coarse, thin, anyway, a large patch of dense blood vessels have drilled out of the body surface.

Eventually, their hosts are wrapped.

He Shang watched everything from the side, looking extremely calm, but his clenched fists and slightly pale face betrayed him.

The rebellion of the veins went on for a long, long time. It wasn't until the cold moon in the night sky set in the west that it all ...... Just getting started.

The rebellion of the veins was over, and they burrowed back to the surface, revealing the original He Shang.

Maybe he can't be called "He Shang" anymore. Because he's become it.

It's not tall, it's shrunken. However, it has a strong black shell, sharp claws, and a scorpion-like tail.

It's a shrunken version of the giant monster just now, or a new version of it.

He Shang looked at it, he looked at it, sweat already filling his palm.

He looked at it, and it didn't look at him.

The monster staggered to its feet, ran to the window, and then emerged out of the window and headed out towards the outside world.

It disappeared, and He Shang knew that it was going to hunt for food. Because he can tell it of its hunger, this hunger that wants to eat people.

The scene changed again, and He Shang returned to the original street again.

(That's why I want you to eat that white dog.) Because that canine corpse can make up for some nutrients, and it can prolong the period when you become that monster. ）

"What can I do to avoid being like that?"

(It's very simple, just two words - Linggen!)