The abnormality was like being struck by lightning. Before he could react, his head was smashed into the wall.
The sudden pain aroused its ferocity. It raised its hands from the wall and was about to pounce on Wei Curcuma again.
Unfortunately, it failed to complete this action. Wei Curcuma's hand opened silently, and his five fingers pressed against the back of its head like iron hooks, making its neck creak as it tried to lift it up.
"Why, using the skin of the person you killed makes you happy?"
Wei Curcuma held the back of its head with one hand and whispered into its ear. His voice was very soft, but his murderous intent was very strong.
"escape!"
This is the only thought that exists in this abnormal mind at this moment. It can no longer judge the current situation, but it has the most basic desire to survive.
The man in school uniform in front of it was the second most terrifying existence it had ever seen in its life. He didn't look human at all!
He is a tiger in human skin!
When was the last time you felt such fear? Was it when Mulan Girls' High School was established? Or when he was killed? Or when he was pinned to this school by that terrifying anomaly and could never leave?
Wei Curcuma didn't give it any chance. He grabbed it with his hand. It didn't have any chance to resist. It could only be carried in Wei Curcuma's hand like a little chicken and watched helplessly as it was dragged along. on the floor.
Wei Curcuma pulled out the long sword on the ground, and cut off its neck cleanly with one sword. This abnormal thought stopped completely here, and there was no longer any life.
From the beginning to now, less than two minutes have passed.
There was no trace of the wound on Wei Curcuma's cheek, and only the shirt in the school uniform on his chest was stained with a little dark red, proving that what just happened really happened.
Li Zixin was at a loss now. There were too many things that confused her and she was afraid of. She didn't even know where to start.
She wanted to get closer to Wei Curcuma, but she was obviously frightened by the corpse next to him and the violent punch just now. She wanted to get closer but was a little afraid.
"Don't be afraid."
Wei Curcuma took out the wakizashi from the ground, wiped it on the sleeve of his school uniform to make sure there was no scraps of meat on it, and then put it back into its sheath.
"I'm from the public security department, and this is my ID."
Wei Curcuma took out the suppression permit from his arms. Under the special ink printed content, the exterior was disguised as a public security document.
To be honest, the action of this handsome man taking out his ID and then unfolding it in a graceful manner was deeply loved by Wei Zeshu, a serious movie geek, and he had rehearsed it countless times in his mind.
The movement of pulling out should be graceful, the movement of shaking should be subtle, the tone of voice should be cold, and there should be a hint of pretentiousness in the coldness.
But as if because he wanted to show off too much, Wei Curcuma shook his hand and did not shake the certificate away. Instead, the entire suppression permit fell to the ground in the corridor with a clatter.
He bent down to pick up the document in great embarrassment and annoyance, because the hinges were stuck together due to sweat from having been in his inner pocket for a long time.
When is a funny accident the most hilarious? The answer is that this accident is the funniest when it happens when you are trying to show off.
Although she didn't laugh out loud, judging from Li Zixin's slightly shaking shoulders, she was probably humored.
Wei Curcuma died before he left the army. Wei Curcuma repeated this sentence quite annoyed in his heart, but his expression was controlled quite well and he looked indifferent.
"It's not over yet."
Wei Curcuma acted as if nothing had happened, waved the certificate in front of her, and put it away.
Yes, in his sight, the blood that spread throughout the corridor has not yet dried up.
The source of the blood is that classroom.
"The previous ones are just subordinate [伥], right..."
Wei Zeshu motioned to Li Zixin to stand behind him, and he went to open the door. Li Zixin nodded in fear.
Wei Zeshu pulled out the wakizashi with his right hand and held the tip of the knife downward. He leaned against the sliding door of the classroom to prevent him from being attacked as soon as he opened the door.
He slowly put his hand on the door catch of the sliding door, and with a squeak, the door's rollers began to roll.
Blood suddenly flowed out, and the setting sun shone in the classroom room.
The empty classroom, with desks and chairs neatly arranged, reflecting the warm light of the setting sun, makes people feel nostalgic.
Without waiting for the expected attack, the long-haired girl sat on the table and looked at the sunset silently.
She turned her head and saw that this smiling, gentle girl did not have such a terrifying appearance. She was just crying silently.
Large crystal tears rolled down the side of her face. She was a little sad, but also a little relieved.
She just turned her back to the sunset, and the red blood on the floor of the classroom undulated slightly like ocean waves.
There was nothing aggressive or weird, she was just crying silently. She was so sad, but so...
good.
"I'm sorry, Zixin, I shouldn't have said that."
She cried quietly.
"I may not be able to leave here."
As if trying to comfort her only friend, she smiled an ugly smile, smiling as she cried.
"At least, I hope you can leave here and live happily."
What she said was extremely organized, and it didn't seem like an abnormality. She didn't even have the slightest desire to attack.
"That young man over there, you are a deviant suppressor, right?"
"Not yet, but definitely in the future."
Wei Zeshu frowned in confusion and looked at this girl who didn't seem to be abnormal. She was sitting quietly in a pool of blood, bathing in the sunset.
"There is obviously no soul pressure on him, but his tone is quite loud."
She stopped crying and complained about Wei Curcuma.
Wei Zeshu stood there awkwardly, not even cutting off the wakizashi on the side of his hand, nor not cutting it.
"As you can see, I'm an anomaly."
"I need to make a student disappear on a regular basis, disappearing into an empty campus. The choice is best to have some inspiration and some talent."
"So you chose to be a student specializing in art."
"To be precise, I didn't choose, but "it" chose."
"Do you think I want to stay here? Do you think I like eating humans? Do you think I like such a ferocious face?!"
"It's all it!"
The girl's tone became increasingly irritable and sharp, and her chin showed an uncontrollable growth. It soon surpassed the extreme that humans can reach and became ferocious and terrifying.
Wei Curcuma's movements were extremely fast. He let go of the wakizashi in his hand and let it fall into a pool of blood.
He raised his left hand and covered Li Zixin's eyes beside him to prevent her from seeing the cruel scene that followed, and to prevent her from seeing the ferocious face of his only friend at this moment.
And in the free hand after leaving the wakizashi, an extremely unstable black short sword with erratic edges appeared out of thin air.
The soul pressure generated after reverse strengthening instantly constructed this black short sword. The moment it appeared, Wei Curcuma flicked his wrist.
A very thin soul pressure turned into a cutting will and chopped out.
Thin blood marks appeared on the neck of the ferocious girl.
"Thanks...."
All the ferocity that appeared on her body disappeared, and she returned to her original beauty.
Then, she fell into a pool of blood, her skirt and long hair flying like butterflies.
As if she had guessed something, Li Zixin, who covered her eyes, cried sadly.
Amidst the girl's cries, under such a sad sunset, the black dagger that was cut instantly fell apart and turned into black fly ash, floating from Wei Curcuma's fingertips.
He lowered his eyes heavily.
"Why bother thanking me..."
