Chapter 631 I’m deformed? Blame me? ! !
Zuo Bai jumped out of the window and escaped, getting rid of Feng Yuhuai in disbelief.
Without any time to think, he covered his crotch and ran away quickly.
But there was no one chasing him, and for a moment he didn't know where to escape.
"How about hiding in the trunk of the taxi first?"
As soon as this idea came to mind, even Zuo Bai himself was stunned.
It turned out that without him realizing it, that dark and narrow space had become the safest haven in his subconscious mind.
Zuo Bai turned his head and looked at the road.
However, as far as the eye can see, there is no "safe haven" anymore. It has clearly turned into a miniature hell of flesh, blood and steel.
Under the halo of the street lamp, two figures were fighting fiercely, colliding, separating, and colliding again at an extremely fast speed. Every collision burst out with the muffled thunder-like sound of flesh and bones hitting flesh, occasionally interspersed with the sharp sound of twisted metal.
One of the figures, skinny and hunched, was the kind-hearted man "Old Huang" who risked his life to save him. He looked quite miserable at the moment.
The left arm, "Old Huang's" entire left forearm including the palm, has disappeared.
Above the elbow joint, only a hideous fracture remained, with tendons and blood vessels sticking out like violently torn cables. The white ulna abruptly pierced the flesh, and blood dripped in strings along the torn sleeve.
But his only remaining right claw burst out with an even more ferocious murderous intent, his five fingers bent like eagle's claws, and his nails had turned a poisonous black color without knowing when.
Wherever the claw wind passed, even the air was torn into black tracks visible to the naked eye.
The tall night watchman's condition was not much better. Half of his black robe was soaked in blood, sticking wetly to his muscular body.
On the chest, several shocking finger holes were clearly visible, the skin and flesh were curled and charred as if corroded by strong acid, and the white ribs were vaguely visible.
“Hiss.”
The subtle sound, as if raw meat was thrown into a pot of boiling oil, continued to come from deep within the finger holes.
A sweet and fishy smell mixed with the evaporation of decay and poison drifted and spread in the turbulent air currents caused by the fierce fight between the two men.
Wherever the smell passed, the grass on the roadside quickly withered and turned black, curling up into twisted shapes like charcoal.
If it weren't for the extremely yang and strong qi and blood of the "Nine Yang Red Art", which could suppress and confine the poison and prevent it from spreading, he would probably have changed his hometown to a black man from District 7.
Of course, the two of them looked quite miserable enough, and they were indeed very miserable.
They all meet the standard of catching up with Zuo Bai and becoming a disabled person.
But the worst sufferers were not the two of them, but the taxi that was sandwiched between them.
It was ruthlessly torn, kneaded and trampled by the two men together.
The car body had long been unrecognizable. The iron sheet covering it was like fish scales scraped by a peeler, twisted, peeled off, and curled in large pieces, exposing the equally scarred steel frame underneath.
The exposed steel frame was covered with shocking claw marks, fist marks and penetrating wounds.
All the car windows had been shattered, and the seat sponges were like ripped-out internal organs, hanging miserably on both sides of the car doors, shaking with every impact.
The most pitiful thing was the four tires, two of which were completely blown out, and the twisted wheel hubs looked like cans trampled by a giant elephant;
Although the remaining two were still alive, they were in a very weak state.
It sat bruised and battered between the two of them, silent and not saying a word.
But the whimpering of the night wind passing through the body seemed as if it was making the most miserable accusation against the world.
I don’t know if this is what the legend says, that when the eldest and the second in command fight, the third in command gets beaten first.
But anyway, Zuo Bai probably can't go back to his "safe haven".
As for the villa where the taxi was parked, he couldn't go back, and of course, he couldn't go too far away.
Then I can only find a secluded shadow, hide, stop the bleeding and observe, and then make plans.
He had an idea, so he rolled sideways and dived into the bushes nearby...
Although the hunchbacked old man was fighting a fierce battle with the tall night watchman, part of his mind was always on the villa next door.
When Zuo Bai happened to break into the special envoy's villa, the hunchbacked old man's heart rose to his throat.
And when another night watchman (Feng Yuhuai) chased in like a mad dog, his heart tightened and almost burst out of his throat.
He wanted to rush in with them, but the tall night watchman was like a thorn in his flesh, clinging to him and beating him relentlessly.
In a flash, the two men fought for dozens of rounds, with claws and fists clashing, and both paid a heavy price.
The more they fight, the worse it gets, the worse it gets, the more violent it gets, and the more violent it gets, the worse it gets.
It was a lose-lose situation, and it sparked a real fight.
Until the second-floor window exploded, Zuo Bai jumped out of the window alone and hid in the grass.
Zuo Bai coming out wasn't the problem, the problem was - the other Night's Watchman didn't come out to chase him? ! !
The hunchbacked old man's blood seemed to have frozen, and his heart was pounding wildly against his ribs in his chest.
At this moment, the sixty-year-old man's mind was spinning very fast, and he came up with the worst guess:
"The night watchman didn't chase Zuo Bai anymore, but stayed in the villa. Was it because there was something more important in the villa than Zuo Bai that attracted her?"
And what in the commissioner's villa could attract the night watchman?
The answer is obvious - it can only be the "Parchment Scroll".
He didn't doubt that the two men entered the special envoy's villa for the sheepskin scroll, but with their house-wrecking style, it was very likely that a sheepskin scroll would accidentally appear in the house.
It’s over!
The parchment scroll may now fall into the hands of the night watchman!
No!!! That’s the young master’s thing, no one can take it away!!!
The hunchbacked old man was so angry that his face was distorted to a terrifying degree. His cloudy eyeballs were covered with spider-web-like bloodshot, and his eye sockets were almost popping out.
The veins on his neck bulged, and his roar was mixed with the smell of blood, and saliva spurted out.
"Get out of here, ahh ...
He roared, pouring all his strength and rage into his right leg, and lashed out with a whip kick at the tattered taxi.
The taxi, which was about to fall apart, was finally knocked out and exploded all over.
Shattered steel pipes, twisted tires, and seat fragments… disintegrated like flowers scattered from heaven, forming a pile of “corpse parts” with a shrill whistling sound, and bombarded the tall night watchman.
"If you tell me to get out, I'll get out. Don't even think about escaping!"
The tall night watchman grinned three times, and the muscles in his arms swelled up again instantly, and the red color under his skin became more obvious, like a red-hot iron.
He did not dodge or evade, but raised his arms high, and swung them down wildly at the flying "group of corpses" with a scorching air wave like a burning wind.
Boom——!!!
Snap! Crash—!!!
The continuous explosions were deafening, accompanied by scorching heat waves and smoke.
When the smoke and dust cleared, all that remained was a charred pit about ten feet in diameter. At the bottom of the pit was a pool of red-hot metal mud that was still emitting wisps of blue smoke.
The taxi's health was reduced to zero: "..."
Inside the villa, Wu Shou covered his mouth tightly, his eyes dull, his head buzzing: "???"
I lost my car, am I out of work?
Being unemployed is not scary, what is scary is that I can no longer drive [fate]? ! !
In the distance, the hunchbacked old man took advantage of the time when the tall night watchman was collecting the bodies from the taxi, and his skinny legs burst out at an astonishing speed. The soles of his cloth shoes were torn during his running, and his skinny big toe directly pierced the shoe surface.
20 meters!
15 meters!
10 meters!
9 meters!
…
The distance was rapidly shortening, and his left foot had already stepped onto the stone steps in front of the villa. He only needed to take one more step to break into the special envoy's villa.
As the kick landed, a cold synthesized sound came from behind my head.
"Where are you trying to escape to?!"
The hunchbacked old man had barely turned half his body when a huge force hit his vest hard. His body flew diagonally far away along the ground like a sandbag that was kicked away.
9 meters!
10 meters!
15 meters!
20 meters!
21 meters!
…….
Just as he ran here with great effort, he can now fly back effortlessly.
It was also faster and flew 1 meter further, but its left and right positions were swapped.
The hunchbacked old man climbed up with one hand supporting himself on the ground, looking with bloodshot eyes at the doorway of the villa which seemed so close yet so far away.
The hunchbacked old man only felt a surge of blood rushing straight to his throat!
The broken doorway looked like a huge mouth mocking him.
Can't get in?
So close... so far away!!!
Before he could catch his breath, his vision was blocked. The tall night watchman, steaming with heat all over his body, stood between him and the doorway of the villa.
This time, there was no third person between them, only cold air and even colder murderous intent.
The hunchbacked old man's eyes seemed to be on fire, spewing out flames that were ready to devour anyone.
No, we come to the lower city to kill Young Master Kuang Yan and get a parchment scroll. Is it so difficult?
ah?
Young Master Kuang Yan is dead!
Can't we take the parchment away?
The key point is that the person who stopped him was completely inexplicable! Unreasonable! Like a mad dog!
The hunchbacked old man was going crazy. He couldn't bear it any longer and howled hysterically:
“Ah ...
As far as he could remember, the last time he collapsed and howled like this was when he found that he could no longer pee while standing.
He stared at the tall night watchman and howled incoherently:
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh——
I don’t even know that sinister scientist Zuo Bai, and my name is not Lao Huang.
You idiot, have all the night watchmen’s brains been eaten by dogs?
Damn it, you really deserve to die, he deserves to die too, and him, ahhhhh, everyone in the lower city deserves to die ahhhh——"
The tall night watchman faced the hunchbacked old man who was almost driven crazy. His dark mask was like a deep well, and it was impossible to see his expression.
He raised his hand and pressed it against the wound on his chest. His fingertips burned as he dug out a few pieces of rotten flesh and casually dropped them to the ground.
"It doesn't matter. Anyone who attacks the Night's Watch will be killed without mercy."
The mechanically synthesized voice was icy cold and piercing, exactly the same as the verdict on Zuo Bai just now, without any bias.
The hunchbacked old man let out a hoarse sneer from his throat:
"Zuo Bai was the one who started it first, so he's the one who deserves to die! Why didn't you go after him?"
The tall night watchman shook his head, and the synthesized voice beneath his mask revealed a strange seriousness:
"The damage caused by your attack is more serious, so you deserve to die more. Moreover, you are too emotionally agitated right now and there is a risk of distortion. You must be treated first."
If Feng Yuhuai was speaking righteously about nonsense that she herself did not believe, then the tall night watchman was righteously stating the "justice" that he would carry out to the end.
"I'm emotional? I'm distorted?"
The hunchbacked old man became more and more agitated, his smile became more and more twisted and sick, he was both angry and amused.
“Blame me, hahahahahaha, blame me?!!”
His sallow face suddenly flushed with a sickly red, and the blood vessels under his skin bulged out like awakened poisonous snakes, winding and protruding on the surface of his skin.
The shriveled epidermis could not withstand the pressure and began to crack, oozing out fine beads of blood.
The hunched back made a crackling sound and straightened inch by inch.
The muscles at the broken elbow seemed to come alive, wriggling and growing wildly.
This scene was just like what the tall night watchman had predicted, and it was distorted on the spot.
“Ahhh!!”
An inhuman scream burst out from the hunchbacked old man's throat, and a dazzling bloody light gushed out from the pores all over his body.
The wrinkles on his face grew wildly, but his body seemed to have rejuvenated. His muscles became full and plump, and his speed and strength were increasing steadily.
What he used was not Xiao Liuzi's blood burning technique, but the advanced soul burning technique that Xiao Liuzi had not mastered.
The more powerful it is, the greater the side effects will naturally be.
The hunchbacked old man, no... the tall old man Xiao Jiuzi, suddenly turned into a bloody afterimage, tearing through the air, and pounced fiercely towards the tall night watchman.
Wherever he passed, the bricks and stones on the ground collapsed and were crushed into powder by the surging energy and blood.
You should know that the next step from releasing Qi and blood is Gang Qi!
Gangqi is the symbol of a seventh-grade warrior. A very small number of talented sixth-grade peak warriors may be able to condense Gangqi in advance.
Xiao Jiuzi waved his one arm, and the afterimages formed a blood-red curtain.
With a wave of his five fingers, the foul-smelling poisonous fog condensed into substance and collided violently with the tall night watchman's red and hot iron fist.
"boom!!!"
The moment the fists and claws collided, the poisonous mist and the heat corroded each other, making a teeth-grinding "hissing" sound.
The airflow at the center of the collision was forcibly squeezed into blood-red ripples visible to the naked eye, exploding in all directions.
……..
At the same time, Zuo Bai covered his crotch which was bleeding and moved stealthily in the dark grass.
From time to time, in the distance behind him, the roar of "Old Huang" filled with resentment, frustration, and helpless rage could be heard.
The voice was obviously hoarse and unpleasant, yet inexplicably pleasant and infectious.
As he listened, the pain in Zuo Bai's crotch seemed to weaken a little, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled up into an imperceptible arc.
He has been really unlucky and has been hit by bad luck recently.
It’s all tears if I say too much, to sum it up it is a true portrayal of “inhumane cruelty”.
Therefore, he has been feeling depressed and melancholic recently.
However, at this moment, listening to "Old Huang's" hysterical howling, Zuo Bai suddenly felt that he seemed... not so miserable?
My mood has recovered a little bit.
This is an extremely subtle and even somewhat immoral mentality.
It's like a person who falls into a mud pit and sees another person who falls into a shit pit, with his mouth full of mud and still cursing. Even though his own situation has not improved, his mood will inexplicably become better, and he may even laugh faintly?
And if that person was pushed into the shit pit by himself, the sense of happiness that would be generated would probably be more than ten times greater.
Zuo Bai is in this state of mind now.
What’s more subtle is that “Old Huang” fell into misfortune because he saved him.
Then according to the law of conservation of bad luck, isn’t it equivalent to "Old Huang" sucking away the bad luck from him?
In other words, his bad luck has been reduced!
“Maybe.”
Zuo Bai's eyes lit up slightly, and he muttered to himself,
"My luck is about to change?"
(End of this chapter)
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