"……Why?"
From the time the black shadow appeared to when he fell to the ground, it only took less than two seconds. Zhang Mumu, who was pulled away, lowered his head blankly and looked at the "person" lying on the ground.
He was a man in a suit, who looked to be in his twenties. Just from the appearance, it is impossible to imagine him running on all fours and running like lightning. The only special thing is that his palms and nails, from the length to the hook-like shape, are no longer human, but resemble canine claws.
"...Eh? Zombie?"
"No, the claws look more like a werewolf's."
Zhou Yu suppressed his excitement and answered. He stared at the prey on the ground and noticed that the other's fingertips were still trembling slightly.
"Not dead?"
Penetrating the brainstem was undoubtedly a fatal injury, but the range and manner of the finger movements were definitely not residual nerve reflexes. However, there are so many things going beyond common sense right now that there is no need to be surprised. He raised the knife, preparing to attempt to sever the spinal cord.
Before he dropped the knife, there was the sound of wind in the distance.
The "people" who originally ran away seemed to be angered by the fact that their companions were attacked, and turned around to meet them again. A total of six new ones were returned one after another.
Zhou Yu held the knife and stood in front of Zhang Mumu, looking forward to it. These "people" were both male and female, dressed like ordinary citizens, and their expressions were unusually calm. What is revealed in their eyes is not dull and ignorant animality, but the look of completely rational people.
"Can you speak?" Zhou Yu raised his voice and asked the person in front of him.
No one responded to him, and only hostility spread in the frozen silence.
So Zhou Yu stopped talking. He tilted his head, aiming at the opponent's neck, and the blade swayed slightly in his hand.
Can one person deal with six of them? Does Zhang Mugu deserve it? He wasn't sure at all.
Yet he had no fear. What flows in Zhou Yu's heart are only songs played with infinite joy.
Kill it. Kill it. The voice in my heart encouraged me like this. Even if he dies in the killing, it is still the best ending!
He raised the blade.
squeak--
Just then, a ball of light shot out from the intersection. Both sides of the confrontation turned to look at each other.
The light that cut through the killing night changed from dim to dazzling in the blink of an eye.
Immediately afterwards, just like Zhou Yu had seen in the hallucination before, the scene that seemed to be arranged by fate happened. A female rider dressed in orange and carrying a sword on her back drove a battery car and quickly crashed into the middle of the street.
The wheel ran over one of the "people", making the sound of broken bones and flesh. There was a sound of brushing, metal colliding with metal, and the female rider pulled out the sharp long blade from behind.
The dim light rippled like water waves.
In an instant, silently, the "people" on her left and right sides were shattered at the same time. It is not a simple decapitation, but such a bloody and fragmented state can only remind people of the word "disintegration".
Zhou Yu held his breath and quietly stared at the human body parts in the pool of blood. Seeing the moment when his life was crushed, he felt as magnificent as fireworks exploding.
The dim light swept through without any pause.
The female rider jumped out of the car without knowing when. The figure is ethereal, like a ballerina. Her limbs rotated and fluttered lightly, and the light rose and fell quickly and swiftly. This is the demon dancing in the sea of blood among the mountains of corpses.
She didn't even have time to breathe, and all six "people" lying on the ground were chopped into pieces by her. Even the one whose head was pierced by Zhou Yu and lying on the ground was neatly cut into pieces by the dim light.
Right in front of Zhou Yu, the "human wolf" burst. Blood dripped from the corpse and soaked Zhou Yu's white cloth shoes. The intoxicating heat slowly spread from the soles of his feet to the depths of his brain.
Zhou Yu first lowered his head and stared at the rose-like red color calmly and dullly. Then, in a trance, he gradually raised his head.
The female rider appeared directly in front of Zhou Yu, holding a sword in her right hand and taking off her helmet with her left hand. Revealing his true face, he faced Zhou Yu face to face.
He forgot words.
The appearance and temperament of the woman in front of me are indeed familiar at first glance, but if you look at them for a while, you will find the differences. The female rider's perfect facial features are more charming and delicate than Zhou Yu's; her translucent and slightly light eyes seem to exude a sharp beauty under the moonlight.
She is the culprit behind the tragedy in Vanishing Alley.
The real murderer appeared, and all suspicions about Zhou Yu were eliminated, but Zhou Yu couldn't be happy about it now.
The look the female rider gave him gradually changed from unfamiliarity and confusion to clear hostility. Likewise, an inexplicable feeling of resistance arose in his heart. In the confusion, he suddenly understood that the other party was a "natural enemy".
"...How did you get here?" the female rider asked displeasedly, her voice sounding like ice.
When she frowned, she suddenly moved closer to Zhou Yu, making Zhou Yu think that she was staring at the mirror.
"You didn't build this road, right? Do you still need to collect tolls?" With rising disgust, he responded unceremoniously.
This was just an instinctive counterattack, and he hadn't figured out how to deal with the current situation. However, the female rider seemed to take this as a signal to start a war. She raised the blade she was leaning on the ground a little higher and pointed the blade towards Zhou Yu.
The blade of this weapon is about half a foot wide and more than one meter long. As a lightweight one-handed sword, its size is really cumbersome. No wonder the female rider had to hold the sword on the ground when she hung it vertically. The moment it was swung easily, the one-meter-long blade seemed to disappear, leaving only a dim light. Zhou Yu squinted his eyes, trying to distinguish the outline of the blade from the brilliance.
The strange thing is that the female rider clearly just waved the weapon casually and slowly, but his dynamic vision could not capture the sword body at all.
This was an unusual blade, that was all he could think of.
The woman pointed the blade of her sword diagonally at the ground and walked over step by step. Feeling the threat in her actions, Zhou Yu held the switchblade in front of him and said, "Classmate Zhang."
"……Eh?"
"I'm sorry for revealing the true identity of your savior. She is a murderer. Please run to a place with many people."
Zhou Yu said, lifting the corner of her skirt with her left hand. Today Zhou Yu wore a silk flared skirt. He cut the silk with a knife and made a long slit on the left leg of the skirt. After it became easier to move, he calmly took the initiative to greet him.
Both sides were similar in height and shape. Without thinking, he swung his sword upward and slashed the blade of the spring blade towards the snow-white crooked neck.
The female rider raised her sword. A dim light appeared. The handle of the knife in Zhou Yu's palm flicked violently. Not only was the attack easily deflected by the opponent, but his hand was also shaken to the point of numbness. He heard his opponent sigh softly.
The dark green sword light flowed like water, rolling from the opponent's hand to both sides of Zhou Yu. He blocked for a moment, then suddenly jumped backwards and retreated into the shadows between street lights.
The dim light dissipated, and the female rider stood on the spot with her sword in hand. She did not pursue him, but locked her eyes firmly on her opponent. Zhou Yu looked at her for a moment, then lowered his head and looked at the warm feeling in his forearm. There was no damage to the wrist-length sleeves. There was only a bright blood stain, slowly dripping down the arm from the hot and painful area on the upper arm.
Within a few seconds, the ground at his feet was stained red with blood.
"...Strange weapons."
At this life-threatening moment, Zhou Yu's emotions seemed to have been paralyzed. He calmly cut off a section of the torn skirt and tied the upper end of his right arm tightly to stop the bleeding.
Then, he handed the handle of the knife to his left hand and quickly and quietly escaped into the corridor next to him.
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