Black blood sprayed out against the carriage on the other side. The huge force passed through the skull and the iron sheet, shattering the glass of the carriage. Only one hilt of the entire long sword was left outside. The entire sword He went in without his body, and a small sword tip protruded from the outer wall of the carriage.
These actions all happened at the same moment, and it was only at this moment that the roar of glass bursting suddenly came. Although it was dark outside the carriage, a strong wind blew in, and it was known that the train was indeed in some unknown darkness. As we shuttle at high speed, the darkness outside the window is also flying at high speed.
The strong wind blew hard on Wei Curcuma's chest, causing the hem of his clothes to sway violently.
His feet were spread slightly and steadily, stepping on the ground of the carriage that was suddenly bumpy due to the broken window and the change in air pressure. The red blood was the silent complaint of the victim, and the black blood was the atonement of the abnormal life in the darkness, broken. The glass is colorless and transparent, and the light reflected and refracted in the dark is naturally dark.
Wei Curcuma moved, and before his right hand had time to release the hilt of the sword he was holding behind his back, he had already discovered the last anomaly that was about to move in the darkness.
It was a young woman's head, which was placed on a thin body. It was smaller and darker than the previous two, and even more abandoned its human-like figure. It crawled rapidly, clinging to the ground. , totally a spider.
It jumped up violently, and Wei Curcuma saw its head.
If this abnormality opened its eyes in the dark night, he could observe it through the reflection of its pupils, so Wei Curcuma didn't catch it until it jumped up.
It was already too late. The shocking strike just now killed an anomaly, and then he just relied on the sound behind him to locate his backhand sword and penetrated it. These countless actions were completed in an instant. Wei Curcuma had no time, he didn't even have time to let go. The hilt of the sword held backwards.
Only then did Wei Curse see clearly the head on top of it. It was a female head with beautiful black hair. Her delicate and white face was full of fear and unwillingness before her death. Her originally beautiful dark green pupils were filled with an unknown color. The gray pupils naturally cannot reflect light.
This is Peiya's head. The head that was missing from the corpse turned out to be here, desecrated by this last and smallest anomaly like a hermit crab's shell.
Wei Zeshu seemed to have enough reasons to be frightened, angry, and remorseful, to think about why he had gone through countless difficulties and finally reached the northern border but ended up like this, to be angry that he had survived nineteen years of loneliness and terror but was about to die. Here, be shocked by this unusual play with human corpses.
But it didn't happen. Wei Curcuma just looked at its head expressionlessly.
The wind outside the car window flowed into the car along with the night. Because of the speed, the wind was very fast, fast, and strong. It felt like a black flowing breath.
The hem of Wei Curcuma's clothes was also blown up very quickly, and it was raised to a large extent, revealing his abdomen with a very low body fat percentage, and the muscle fibers on it were as strong as steel.
His left hand was faster than the wind and lighter than the hem of his clothes. He didn't even try to pull out or let go of his right hand. His left hand lifted up the clothes behind his waist and held the handle of the black iron gun.
The barrel of the revolver was pressed hard against the abnormally jumping body in front of him, and Wei Curcuma pulled the trigger.
"boom!"
The large-caliber bullet was fired by the firing pin, and there was a small crater in the brass primer. The bullet flew out with a roar, and plunged into the abnormal body with the destructive power of rotation.
The entire abnormal body trembled violently as if it had been struck by lightning, and the warhead tore and destroyed its body without restraint.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Wei Curcuma didn't stop. He pulled the trigger repeatedly until all the bullets in the revolver penetrated the abnormal body in front of him, causing its already lifeless body to shake in shock.
Yes, the revolver is a trap, a sweet trap. Under the sense of security brought by the hot weapon, it is the touching hit rate of people without professional training who use it.
But what if the muzzle of the gun is pressed against an abnormality? Without training, children can pull a trigger.
Wei Curcuma did this, so Abnormal died like this.
So three abnormal corpses surrounded him until they could no longer die, but he, a man who had not yet awakened to his own Dharma, survived.
"damn it....."
Wei Curcuma's expression remained unchanged at this moment, but the rage that he had suppressed before began to slowly return.
He reached out and pulled out the two-handed long knife embedded deeply in the first abnormal head, and slashed violently. The abnormal head, which was cut in half vertically, flew up together with its neck and fell to the ground. He was trampled to pieces by Wei Curcuma.
"In the past nineteen years, the number of anomalies I have encountered is one hundred and seventy-nine. No one can let me ask for help, and no one can help me."
He did not pull out the sword. In his rage and desire to survive, the strength of the sword was beyond the level, and it was embedded too deep into the carriage. Therefore, Wei Curse took the sword in his hand and casually struck the car that was nailed to the car. There were several furious cuts left on the abnormal body on the carriage.
He continued talking to himself
"Twenty-one of them tried to kill humans like you in front of me."
"I killed them all"
"Including the last bastard who doesn't know whether he is a god or an anomaly, there are twenty-two in total, and the three of you are not among the top ten."
Wei Curcuma pointed the tip of the knife downward again and quickly stabbed the abnormal figure on the ground who was holding Peiya's head.
Seeing the head of the girl he had just become familiar with parasitized like this, he slowly squatted down, without fear or terror, wiped the blood on her pretty cheek, and closed her eyes.
"So, you're dead, but I'm still angry."
Wei Zeshu held the knife and slowly stood up after closing her eyes, looking at the locked door on the other side.
The door had been opened, and a strange monster carrying countless coins and incense burners carried a long sword made of a spine. It stood there and looked at him silently. The end of the spine was wrapped with a piece of human intestine. Like a sword, it rested lightly on its abrupt shoulders.
Wei Zeshu said that he was very angry, but his voice still sounded so calm and his expression remained calm.
Not just anger, but rage was well diluted by his calm words, making the tone of these words sound almost freezing.
