He Jiamu, who had lost his arms, screamed and backed away.
He recovered from the shock.
The blow just now was indeed received by Wang Xu.
When his sharp claws were about to touch Qi Bing's throat, Wang Xu He actually shot at almost the same speed as him, and then He Jiamu felt a chill on his shoulder, and his arm was cut off and flew out.
He Jiamu quickly retreated to the distant woods and hid.
He didn't seem to be planning to escape yet.
He seemed to be waiting for an opportunity.
After all, Wang Xu and the other two were already at the end of their game, so it was still hard to say whether they would win or lose.
Mr.
Cat sat down comfortably against the tree, lit a cigarette, and said again as if complaining: "Why is he not dead yet?"
Wang Xu now had a short sword in his hand.
It was slightly longer than a dagger.
The blade was very narrow and the whole body was like dark amber.
It was this weapon that instantly cut off the werewolf's arm as thick as a tree trunk, and it was actually a drop of blood.
None.
"What's going on with Wang Xu?
Is he really hiding his strength all this time?"
Qi Bing saw that Master Mao had a calm attitude, so he had no intention of chasing him for the time being.
Instead, he took the time to regain his strength and asked what was in his heart. doubts.
Master Mao laughed there: "It should be that he broke through a bottleneck at a critical moment.
That weapon is proof of his improvement in spiritual consciousness."
When Wang Xu saw He Jiamu retreating, he did not catch up.
Instead, he rushed towards the waves of ghosts.
He could already tell that these ghosts were just hallucinations, so he took the real body of the female ghost.
Wang Xu grabbed the female ghost's neck from the ghost tide and pressed her against a tree.
He pointed the sword in his right hand at her throat and said, "Woman, if you don't want to lose your soul, please stay calm for me and maintain the ghost realm." , don’t let the werewolf run away, don’t hurt my friends.”
At this time, the female ghost revealed her true form, a woman with long hair covering her face.
She seemed to succumb to Wang Xu's threat, nodded, and then retreated into the darkness, and the phantoms around her disappeared like a tide.
Wang Xu had no worries after solving the problem of the female ghost.
He turned back and walked towards the messy open space, preparing to slowly clean up the He Jiamu.
At this moment, both of He Jiamu's arms were broken, and he could no longer use the wind blade that he was best at.
After all, he was not a Saiyan who could spray shock waves from his mouth.
The only remaining tricks he had left were biting and kicking, but his limbs were missing.
After the balance changes, his speed will inevitably be affected.
The biggest problem is the loss of psychological advantage.
Wang Xu, who was originally regarded as trivial by He Jiamu among the three, suddenly used amazing strength.
This is an important reason for He Jiamu to hide.
If he is not careful, It might have been his own neck that was cut off this time.
Wang Xu stood in the middle of the open space with a very arrogant look.
He did have the arrogance at this moment.
The werewolf that even Master Cat could not seriously injure was easily maimed by the black sword in his hand.
He heard Master Cat He has said that when your spiritual consciousness reaches a certain level, you can get weapons belonging to your soul, so he was a little carried away and thought that he was now on the same level as Master Cat.
"Hey, Mr.
He, you were so crazy when you grabbed me by the neck and threw a shot put.
Now why are you taking the obscene route?
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Come out and kneel down before me, admit your mistake, and die.
Maybe I will be in a good mood and leave you a whole body."
Wang Xu shouted loudly toward the woods: "Oh, by the way, you don't have any whole corpses anymore.
Why don't I kill a dog and bury it with you?
That would be a common job."
Wang Xu was there brazenly scolding He Jiamu.
Qi Bing listened and shook his head.
It is estimated that in the ancient battles to defend the city, if Wang Xu went to scold the streets and demand a fight, in less than ten minutes, everyone would come out to fight with you.
Fight hard.
He Jiamu absorbed the power of the full moon in the woods.
The wounds on his shoulders healed quickly.
For him, this kind of injury will not make him permanently disabled, but it will take at least three months to regenerate his hands. time, and during this period of time, he needed to constantly feed on human hearts to help him recover.
The thought that the days ahead might be quite sad made him hate the three people in front of him even more, and he would definitely kill them tonight.
With a roar, He Jiamu rushed out of the woods and launched an attack on Wang Xu.
His speed was far different from the initial stage of the battle.
Wang Xu's strength at this moment was much improved than before.
After he used the Spiritual Consciousness Body Gathering Technique, he actually fought evenly with He Jiamu.
Qi Bing was very confused about this scene: "Master Cat, there seems to be something wrong with this werewolf.
Even if his hands are broken, the injury will not affect him to such an extent.
How come his speed and strength are only the first two?"
Cheng Zuo should have no reason to spare any effort now."
Mr.
Cat only smoked and didn't bother to watch the fighting on the field.
"I think he is too strong.
Even on a full moon night, it is too exaggerated.
Why is he still not dead yet?"
He said grumblingly again.
Again, it was as if it was a miracle that the werewolf was still alive, and it was a miracle that he could still fight.
Qi Bing didn't seem to understand what he meant, so Mr.
Cat had no choice but to explain: "Do you remember the first time I chopped him in the air?"
Qi Bing nodded.
Although Master Mao's movements were so fast that he could hardly see them clearly, he still understood what He Jiamu said, "As long as the speed is acceptable, a cut on the body is about the same as a mosquito bite."
Master Mao must have used surgery at that time.
The knife attacked He Jiamu.
"The other time he slashed me before I was kicked away.
That time I was a little more serious.
In my estimation, he should have died the first time, but he was still able to fight me, so I slashed him again.
The second time, he actually still had the strength to kick me away."
Master Mao looked very unhappy.
Qing blew out a puff of smoke and said, "Later, he was throwing wind blades around and abandoning his arms to hide from the knife.
He is still alive today.
He is simply a monster.
It's really hard for me to imagine that all the internal organs have been cut into pieces by me.
This thing can actually engage in hand-to-hand combat with my stupid employees like this."
Qi Bing was shocked when he heard this.
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It turned out that the meaning of "ripper" was that those scalpels can cut open the spirit body because Master Cat's spiritual consciousness is powerful.
When fighting the werewolf, this technique of directly attacking the internal organs is simply a magical skill.
How on earth can one accomplish such an almost impossible thing at that speed?
"Do you understand that as long as the knife is fast enough, you can make an incision and just touch it gently, and the incision will disappear."
Master Mao said in a relaxed tone.
Qi Bing has defined this man as a real monster in his heart.
At this moment, the battle between He Jiamu and Wang Xu has come to an end.
Blood keeps pouring out of He Jiamu's mouth.
No matter how strong the werewolf's recovery power is, the broken internal organs cannot heal as quickly as external wounds, so In fact, He Jiamu had already lost.
Even if he had chosen to escape just now, he would never survive tonight.
Wang Xu gradually gained the upper hand, and his sword left new wounds on He Jiamu's body.
The werewolf had now given up biting and kicking, and could only dodge, but even so, he was gradually losing strength.
The fate of death has irrevocably arrived, it is only a matter of time.
Wang Xu's elbow hit the werewolf, and severe pain came from inside He Jiamu's body.
He knelt on the ground with blood foaming from his mouth.
Wang Xu's sword slashed at He Jiamu's neck.
He could no longer avoid the blow.
The werewolf closed his eyes and waited for the last moment.
He felt so hateful.
He hated these ghost hunters.
He hated In this world, he hates himself But He Jiamu's head did not fly up.
Wang Xu's sword was placed on his neck.
Wang Xu just stood there and looked at him, but had no intention of taking action.
"What do you mean you're not going to kill me?
Why do you still want to get something from me?"
He Jiamu roared angrily, blood was flowing from his wolf's mouth, and even a loud roar made him feel unbearable pain.
"Oh, I just said I wanted to kill you because I wanted to lure you out.
He is the one who wants to kill you, not me."
Wang Xu pointed at Mr.
Mao and Qi Bing who were walking behind him, "I have always been the one who wants to kill you."
It is well-known that people do things based on the principle of self-defense.
If you don’t believe me, you can ask everywhere.”
"You'd better save it.
You've never killed anyone before, so don't do it."
Mr.
Cat still looked lazy.
His injuries were mostly healed, and he didn't know what kind of panacea he was smoking.
"Hahahahaha, you ghost hunters still can't do it, hahahaha."
He Jiamu laughed wildly, "When I was twelve years old, my parents were killed by ghost hunters.
On such a night, they He was killed in front of me.
I ran away like a dog and survived by jumping off a cliff.
What did my parents do?
What right do you have to kill them?
Who gave you the right?"
"Werewolves are driven by instinct to kill and eat their hearts.
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Ghost hunters only do this to protect innocent people."
Qi Bing replied with the same cold expression.
"Is there anyone in this world who is innocent?
Is it wrong that I was born a werewolf?
Is it my choice?
Humans are innocent when they eat other animals.
Werewolves are born with the need to eat people.
Is this a sin?"
He Jiamu wailed.
He had lived a life of escape since he was a child.
His parents were brutally killed in front of him, which made him very afraid of ghost hunters.
He had never had a peaceful sleep in these years, as if he was always in his sleep.
Will be hunted by others.
He wishes he were a normal person so his parents wouldn't be killed and so he wouldn't have to eat people.
But the wolf's blood made him crazy.
He once devoured the old man who took him in uncontrollably.
When he was awake, he vomited for a whole day looking at the corpse on the ground.
As time went by, He Jiamu could only succumb to his fate.
He tried to kill as few people as possible and continued to live in exile.
He did not make any friends because he was afraid that one day he would eat his friends.
For him, the only way to live was to escape. and pain Until that night when he saw Mr.
Cat, he knew that the ghost hunters had finally found him.
He hated these people and wanted revenge.
Although he was afraid of this day coming, he was always ready to welcome it.
His tricks He has been practicing for a long time, and for him tonight is the moment of revenge.
He wants to make the ghost hunters fear him and let them taste the pain of their companions being killed in front of their eyes.
But only now did He Jiamu realize that even if he killed all three people in front of him, he would only suffer more.
"He Jiamu, I hope you understand that when we take other people's lives, we all have the consciousness of being killed by others."
Master Mao took a deep breath of cigarette: "If we are killed by you tonight, we will not If there is any resentment, to put it bluntly, we are asking for it.
Ghost hunters are not Buddhas and cannot make all living beings equal in this world.
We are only protecting those innocent people who have no consciousness of death and no obligation to do so. sacrificed for your tragic fate.”
"Have you never killed someone without conscience?"
This was He Jiamu's last question.
Master Cat laughed loudly: "Maybe I'm luckier than you."
He Jiamu also laughed after hearing this.
He suddenly felt that death was not so terrible.
Living was too tiring for him.
He needed rest, salvation, and death.
From the time he gave up repenting for cannibalism, from the time he succumbed to his fate, he had lost his so-called consciousness and had become a wretched wretch.
His struggle with his own destiny had long been defeated.
What he needed was It's just relief.
Wang Xu's sword was swung down, and He Jiamu's head fell to the ground.
Tears actually fell from the werewolf's eyes.
Wang Xu did not give He Jiamu a chance to speak again.
His laughter had already told Wang Xu everything.
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Ghost Hunting Whether it's a hunter or a werewolf, perhaps they've already been doomed to such an ending.
The moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival is still so beautiful and bright, and there seems to be a roar coming from the night sky.
This sound comes from the depths of the wolf's soul.
This sound always tells their desolate and lonely destiny: