Zhang Dong shouted, "No! Please, no!"
Luo Xiaoli, whom Lin Tu was choking, was his fiancée.
Luo Xiaoli grabbed Lin Tu's hands and began to struggle, but the more she struggled, the tighter Lin Tu gripped her.
The claws began to pierce the skin, and bright red blood flowed down the neck and into the clothes.
Yan Luo's aura was imperceptible to others, except for Lin Tu.
Its overwhelming aura made it increasingly nervous; it had finally become powerful, how could it stop here?!
However, the man at the door filled it with immense fear.
It's as if it's not the monster, but Yanluo is.
Yan Luo looked at Lin Tu with cold eyes.
"Walk?"
"Where are we going?"
Do you think you still have a chance now that I'm here?
Yan Luo moved so fast that no one present could see it clearly.
Even the eighth-level Lin Tu couldn't keep up with Yan Luo's speed.
It looked around, but Yanluo was nowhere to be seen.
When it came to its senses, it felt a sharp pain in its chest and instinctively tightened its grip on Luo Xiaoli's neck, only to find that its hand was gone.
"when?"
In the instant no one saw it, Yan Luo approached Lin Tu and stood in front of him. He then forcefully swung the steel bar at Lin Tu's hand. Lin Tu felt no pain, and his hand was gone.
Pushing Luo Xiaoli toward her fiancé Zhang Dong, Yan Luo gripped the steel bar and plunged it into Lin Tu's heart.
There are two ways to kill a ghoul: either cut its neck or destroy its heart.
Essentially, the body structure of a ghoul is the same as that of a human.
It's just that the death transformation strengthened the physical body.
But what's terrifying is the evil energy generated at the time of death; the stronger the evil energy, the stronger the corpse demon it gives birth to.
It's like opening a blind box; who knows what level of ghoul this person will become after death?
Take Zhang Daqiang for example; after his death transformation, he became a sixth-tier corpse demon.
Evil energy is not only the dividing line between death and transformation, but also a key factor affecting strength.
The first level is like a zombie turning into a zombie, growing fangs and claws, and becoming bloodthirsty.
The power increases from the second to the sixth tier.
The situation changes from the seventh to the eighth tier. The physical body of the ghoul is greatly enhanced, making it difficult to inflict damage. Only those with corresponding strength or who can inflict equivalent damage have a chance to kill the opponent.
There is a certain probability that it will mutate and grow bone spurs on its body. These bone spurs have a hardness similar to that of diamond. If you can obtain these bone spurs before the ghoul dies and dissipates, you will be able to survive.
Incorporating these bone spurs into the forging of demonic weapons will greatly enhance combat power.
The ninth rank is the pinnacle of ghouls; every ninth-rank ghoul can be called a ghoul king.
If left unchecked, the appearance of a ninth-tier corpse demon could wipe out an entire province in less than a day.
Since the founding of the Longxia Kingdom, there have been no more than ten recorded ninth-tier corpse kings.
To kill a ninth-tier ghoul, you need the cooperation of three ninth-tier ghoul hunters.
This is why there are only ten ninth-tier ghost hunters in the country today, including Yan Luo.
The battle against the ghouls is inherently unfair.
Ghouls can regenerate; losing an arm or a leg is no problem at all. Even if half of their head is cut off, it will regenerate in no time.
The ninth level was regenerated in less than three breaths.
Humans do not have the ability to regenerate; once a hand or foot is severed, it is severed.
Medical technology has advanced significantly in the last two decades, allowing hands and feet to be reattached, but there will still be some impact.
In this half-century-long battle, countless demon hunters have given their lives to protect the country's security.
Even in such an unequal battle, someone has to step forward.
Lin Tu stared in disbelief at the bloody hole in his chest.
Black blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
"Who exactly are you?"
Yan Luo pulled out the steel bar and swung it forward sharply, causing Lin Tu's head to fall to the ground.
There was no answer to its question.
A fierce wind howled into the courtyard, diluting the stench of blood. Lin Tu looked at Yan Luo with resentment as his body turned to ash and was blown away by the wind without a trace.
Zhang Dong and his teammates watched this scene in disbelief.
Less than a minute after this young man appeared, the eighth-tier ghoul who had been relentlessly pursuing him died.
The only one capable of defeating an eighth-tier opponent so quickly is the ninth-tier individual stationed in Yangcheng.
Yanluo casually tossed the steel bar on the ground; it was stained with the beast's blood, and she didn't want it because she thought it was dirty.
Turning around and seeing their gazes, he pointed at Luo Xiaoli and said, "Don't just stand there, treat her."
Zhang Dong snapped out of his daze and quickly tore off a piece of his shirt to bandage Luo Xiaoli's wound.
Yanluo walked out of the courtyard and said to the others, "The rest is up to you. The typhoon is quite strong, everyone be careful."
Then they left.
The strong wind carried the stench of blood from the neighbors. Yan Luo frowned, took out a cigarette, and lit one for himself.
Waichang Village is a small village with several thousand people, all of whom had to stay at home because of the typhoon; none of them were spared.
One of Zhang Dong's teammates knelt on the ground and wept bitterly.
"If I were stronger, so many people wouldn't have died!!"
Five fifth-tier ghost hunters watched helplessly as the villagers died before their eyes.
My attacks couldn't even break through the thin layer of Lin Tu's skin!
Yan Luo didn't even use any ghost weapons; he simply used a steel bar and swung it twice to defeat an eighth-tier enemy.
Weakness is always the original sin.
When tragedy strikes, it's too late to realize one's own weakness.
Spend your whole life repenting!
As Yanluo drove along the road, the typhoon and torrential rain showed no signs of stopping, continuing to ravage every corner of the city.
After driving the car into the front yard and turning off the engine, Yanluo jumped onto the window of the third-floor gym, placed her feet on the windowsill, opened the window, and jumped inside.
He picked up the towel from the pastor's stool, pretended to wipe his sweat, and walked out of the room, but actually he was wiping away rainwater.
The round trip took about an hour, and it was so dark outside that it was hard to tell the time.
Yan Luo took a quick shower and then went up to the living room on the second floor.
Even Tu Keke, a fan of anime and manga, has become deeply engrossed in palace intrigue dramas.
This shows just how influential palace intrigue dramas are.
The girls assumed Yan Luo had finished her training, but only Chi Miaomiao knew that Yan Luo had returned after completing her mission.
Chi Miaomiao secretly sat down next to Yan Luo. Yan Luo's body was a little cold because he had just taken a cold shower.
Chi Miaomiao's body temperature warmed Yan Luo.
"Was it successful?"
Yan Luo nodded.
"It went very smoothly; you could say it was without any difficulty."
"Unfortunately, there are no survivors in that village."
Chi Miaomiao sighed softly, took Yan Luo's arm, and said helplessly, "Sacrifice is inevitable."
"I hope that in their next life, they can live in a world without evil spirits."
Feeling the softness of Chi Miaomiao's arm against his, Yan Luo remained silent, watching the constantly flashing images on the television screen.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Tu Yier woke up after sleeping for three hours.
The nimble little sprite ran out of the room with a grin and leaped into Yanluo's arms.
"uncle!"
Yanluo hugged Tu Yier and gently stroked her head.
"Oh! Is your little one sleeping well?"
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