The air in the aisle is cold, I can't understand why it's so cold, it's frighteningly cold.

The hollow blood-black veins wriggled, and fluid flowed through its translucent tubes from time to time, flowing from the corpse into He Shang's body.

Suck, suck, continue to absorb this liquid.

This is flesh essence, something extracted from the flesh of a corpse.

The man-eating beast was eating, its mouthparts piercing into its prey, soaking up the nutrients.

It only took a moment for He Shang to finish eating.

It's not that you can't continue to eat, but if you suck it again, you'll create a dried corpse.

Weak beasts can only hide in dark corners, hiding from the sight of powerful predators.

Even so, devouring flesh essence left a trace. The mutilated body temperature had completely vanished, and it had become eerily cold. The blood unusually coagulated, and the corpse turned from warm to cold, stiff and cold.

He Shang noticed this change, and he knew that the threshold for eating had arrived.

It can't be devoured anymore, or the corpse will turn into a dried corpse.

The blood-black veins left the food body with a slight hesitation, a kind of reluctant hesitation.

It can't be devoured anymore!

He Shang told himself so, and said to himself.

But there was a longing in his body, a desire to devour more flesh and blood.

He knew it, or he knew it was going to feel like it. The same is true for the first three devouring corpses, and a violent feeling of longing will occur inside the body.

Otherwise, a strange dried corpse will appear here today.

Take a deep breath and suppress the boiling craving in your body. He Shang got up and left the side of the corpse.

This craving will not last long, as long as it is suppressed for a while.

Walking with a sword, there was a place of battle in front of him, and the bloody and crazy aura made He Shang's body a little itchy.

Fighting represents bloodshed, which often accompanies death. And the last thing that death lacks is the corpse.

He needs corpses, because man-eating beasts are still weak, so they can only pick up corpses and devour them, so as to obtain nutrients for growth.

Maybe one day he will be strong enough, but now he is still weak.

He needs corpses, a lot of corpses.

............

Money, blood, swords.

Fugui Building, Ingot Gambling House, Death Match!

He Shang went all the way, and he entered later and joined the fight.

The three-foot sword with a hint of brass luster is called a blade forged with a special technique.

Sharp enough, it can be said that it has almost reached the peak of the mortal blade.

Next to him was the crazy thug of the rich building, the innocently implicated casino guests.

The former is killing like crazy, and his distorted face is full of longing for money and status. The latter, on the other hand, flinched and just wanted to get out of the way.

From a standpoint, the thugs of Fuguilou should let these innocents leave.

However, today's thugs have killed red eyes.

Kill everyone but allies and loot all the money you can get. This is the status quo of the thugs of Fuguilou.

He Shang stood in the chaos of the field, and the sword in his hand was already stained with blood.

There was a chaotic and distorted sound of fighting in his ears, the smell of blood in his nose, but only his enemies in his eyes.

The sharp long sword was held in his hand, and with a swing, he cut off the hand of the person in front of him. The collision of iron and flesh is always drenched in blood.

The warm liquid gushed out, and the limbs that fell off fell to the ground, and He Shang could clearly see the other party's face distorted by pain.

The other party is obviously an innocent gambler who has not experienced any combat training. The pain of the severed hand made his mind blank, and he fell to his knees unconsciously.

The other party was miserable, but He Shang had no mercy and continued to kill him.

Mercy? Does this stuff fill your stomach?

A kick out and a kick to the innocent gambler's jaw. The weight of its strength made the chin eerily high, revealing a fragile neck.

A powerful kick hurt the gambler's neck and even put him in suspended animation.

What does the coma of the prey bring?

A sword swung and sliced through the air, leaving a miserable trail. Approaching the part with the Adam's apple, a sword was instantaneous, bringing a trace of blood.

The sword passed, the blood flew, and the person died.

He Shang hurriedly retreated, avoiding the blood gushing out of his neck.

He could have avoided killing the gambler, but he chose to kill in the end. The reason is simple, he wants to prove himself.

The shopkeeper of Fuguilou drew a big cake for the thugs, and this cake had two functions.

One is to make the thugs work harder. The second is to send a message to He Shang.

We Fuguilou sincerely recruit you, please play two tricks first to prove your skills.

He Shang found that when the baked cake stall kicked out the coal, Tian Fen's eyes were fixed on him for a while.

Contacting Tian Fen is the manpower of Fuguilou, and the meaning is very intriguing.

The purpose of his killing was not to devour, because in public, he couldn't pounce on a corpse and run the Demon Devouring Technique.

Killing people is not necessarily for the sake of eating. It's to see, to those who observe themselves in secret.

Three moves and one life, clean and neat. Such skills are always worthy of the attraction of Fuguilou.

His eyes glanced at Tian Fen on the other side, and found that he was picking up broken silver on the ground.

There was a faint cold he, and He Shang could clearly feel it...... Tian Fen was looking at himself just now.

One kill is not enough to see, there is no shock effect.

He Shang glanced at the remaining gamblers around him and felt that there was more to be done.

Only a "good show" can shock the officials. Isn't it?

The four gamblers huddled in the corner, shivering, like a few birds in the cold wind.

Human courage is relative. Perhaps they are bold and reckless on weekdays, daring to throw their family property at the gambling table, ignoring the pleas of their wives and children, and being ruthless. But today, they can only huddle in a corner, begging heaven for forgiveness.

I don't know if Heaven can hear their prayers, but the man-eating beasts do.

Holding the sword, He Shang looked at the four of them slightly, and then began to move.

The first sword, vicious and fast, directly cut off a person's neck and took a person's life.

The second sword, which cut off the small head and slaughtered a human life.

The third sword, inserted from the back, pierced the heart, and returned a human soul to heaven and earth.

The fourth sword was not swung, and the sword was stuck in the back of the third man and was not drawn.

One hand reached out and grabbed the neck of the last man, lifting the fourth man with one hand.

Struggling, struggling, and then finally not moving.

After a long time, He Shang let go of the corpse. The corpse fell to the ground with a thud, and the smell of feces, urine and feces came from the crotch of the deceased's pants.

He Shang could clearly perceive a few lines of sight, turned around, but disappeared one after another.

Hehe, He Shang's face crossed a trace of arc.

Such a good show, I don't know if you are satisfied with the officials and the rich building behind it?