Chapter Ninety-Eight: Into the Mountain

"Don't ...... Don't touch me. ”

He saw Mingzhu's outstretched hand like a fish suddenly frightened.

"There's blood. ”

Although the surrounding villagers were rescued at this time, their eyes looking at him were not grateful, but distant, mixed with fear, as if he were some kind of flood beast.

Don't blame others, he was covered in other people's blood at this time, and even flowed down that hair, and under the strong smell of blood, he also had some unknown fear of himself.

I don't know why, when he saw Mingzhu being grabbed by the neck and said that he was going to sell it to others, he suddenly had an uncontrollable killing thought in his heart, and there was only one word in his mind that kept repeating, kill, kill, kill.

Glancing at Mingzhu, whose hands were frozen in mid-air, he had turned around in a panic and ran into the distance, where were the reckless mountains, as if at the end of heaven and earth.

And he couldn't stand this kind of gaze, this kind of gaze that seemed to be treated like a monster.

He ran faster and faster, as if he was crazy, and in the cold weather, the blood on his body did not dry up, but mixed with the sweat and kept dripping.

Everything around them regressed, the village blurred, the sky became vast, and at last only the sound of its own breath remained.

It's just that this run, the rich smell of blood is like invisible wolf smoke, but it attracts predatory beasts.

"Whew!"

It was a pack of wolves, I don't know how long I had been hungry, and at this moment, their eyes were red, and saliva was dripping down their grinning mouths.

But he was not afraid, but his eyes were fierce.

"You want to die, too?"

He attributed all this to these beings who disturbed his life, and at this time, these wolves were no different from the people before them.

Angry and urging killing intent, at this time, his eyes were already scarlet as blood, if he had been in white clothes, he could still be restrained, but at this time, he was a blank bamboo heart, and although the killing intent that had been inseparable from him had been worn out for more than ten years, it was not completely used for his own use after all.

At this moment, it is pouring out again.

Bamboo has no four seasons of withering glory, just as a person has no seven emotions and six desires, because it has no heart, but he has it, it is a murderous heart.

The harpoon in his hand had long since been lost, but it did not hinder his movements, and he rushed towards the wolves with his bare hands.

"Kill!"

A deep voice came from the mouth.

Under the movement, I saw that his whole body was covered with a layer of white gas, which was hot, but I didn't know if it was blood or sweat.

There was no weapon in his hand, so his arms naturally drooped, and the five fingers were also straight, and those wolves also attacked, and there were probably no less than thirty of them.

Moreover, just like that, the wolves secretly surrounded Liu Baiyi.

As soon as he raised his right arm, he swung it at the gray wolf in front of him, as if he were slashing with a sword.

"Poof!"

Under the palm of the flesh, the gray wolf's head and its open mouth had been split in half.

But the man did not hesitate, his right hand twitched and suddenly carried some red and white things, his upper body turned, and his left hand turned back and stabbed.

Then he saw a wolf still in mid-air that had been pierced by his arm, hanging there, and above his bright red left hand, he still held a steaming heart.

At first exertion, it has turned into minced meat, squeezed out from between his fingers, and the remaining blood suddenly gushes like a spring.

However, the wolf had not died immediately, and the huge wolf head bit at his neck with residual strength.

Then, with a flick of the right hand that had been withdrawn, a wolf's head was already flying.

With a flick of his left arm, the headless wolf corpse flew out, colliding with the wolves that pounced on him, and immediately rolled into a ball.

The blood flowed down his arms, his heart did not stop, and his hands did not stop, just because the killing thought entered his heart, how could he stop.

"Puff puff!"

He walked between the wolves without any modification, and saw several blood flowers bloom in the air in an instant, mixed with the sound of broken skulls and the howl of wolves.

They also have hearts, and they will also hurt, but they can't change the ending.

The wailing wolves never got up again after they fell, like their last wail, because their wounds were fatal, and they would kill with one blow.

I don't know how many tigers, leopards, lions and bears are afraid of this population, I don't know how many days and nights of hunting have passed, but now, they are all buried here.

They don't think, in their eyes, there is only prey and food, there is no reason, it is an innate desire and instinct.

And the one who killed them at this moment will not think, because he has only one thought, to kill them all.

It's a nightmare for the wolves, if they have their own ideas, of course.

There were wolf corpses everywhere, and some of them had not died immediately after half of their heads were cut off, and they kept wailing and convulsing in pain on the ground, but it didn't take long for the low wail to come to an abrupt end under the man's foot.

After a long time, all sounds stopped.

Brushing the wolf blood that splashed on his face and flowed to the corners of his mouth, those eyes full of murderous intent were already looking at the mountains not far away.

At this time, everything withered, and from a distance it looked black and yellow, until the high part of the mountains was different, where there was white, and it was snow.

As soon as he moved, a strange sound sounded in the cloth boots, and then squeezed out the blood, it turned out that the inside had been poured with blood at some point, and as soon as he lifted his footsteps, a bloody footprint suddenly fell to the ground.

In this way, such footprints stretched all the way to the mountains.

Also on this day, a bloody aura so thick that it was disgusting spread from the mountains.

The already dim world suddenly became even more gloomy.