The fog was thick and gray, the sky and the earth were so gray that the little kite couldn't even see its own feet.
She was careful with every step she took.
She couldn't see the road, nor could she find her only support.
"Brother Wei Ran?"
"Brother Wei Ran, where are you? Can you hear me?"
The little kite huddled its hands in front of its chest and looked timidly and carefully at the mist around it.
She called Wei Ran's name, but all she got in response was despairing blank silence.
The little kite gritted its teeth and stretched out its hand to use the spell.
The wind elemental aura spurted out from her palm, and the dispersed haze quickly closed up again.
Seeing this, the little kite felt more and more uneasy.
She moved carefully. She was no different from a blind person in this situation.
There is no direction, no reference for action.
It was as if she was standing still with every step she took.
She doesn't have Wei Ran's perverted cultivation and strength, so she can only be careful and cautious.
I don’t know if I will step into a pit or stumble on a stone next time.
She was afraid of falling, which meant she would have to face a more direct fear.
The unknown is often more frightening than the known dangers.
And when the fear reaches the extreme, an accident will happen if nothing else happens.
The little kite stopped.
It wasn't because she couldn't find the direction that she was forced to stop, but because she heard the voice.
A chewing sound.
This sound was all too familiar to her.
This is exactly the chewing sound made by one's mouth when eating meat.
The little kite's body suddenly froze.
Her two slender calves began to tremble uncontrollably.
She held on to calm down and looked in the direction of the sound with wide eyes.
The little kite swallowed secretly and asked quietly: "Who is it...?"
There was no response in the gray mist, only the sound of chewing.
Just when the little kite was considering whether to follow the sound or not.
She found that the fog in front of her eyes gradually became thinner.
She could see her feet and the grass and bare dirt beneath them.
Of course she also saw the huge black figure making chewing sounds.
The smog finally dissipated completely.
Also dissipated was the little kite's courage.
The first thing that caught his eye was a pool of blood on the ground.
The blood stain came from one leg.
That is exactly the thigh of an adult human being.
Then the little kite saw the black-furred monster lying on its fleshy legs to eat.
The black-haired monster swung its sharp-toothed mouth and kept tearing the red meat on its fleshy legs.
"Ha...ha..." When the little kite saw him, her face suddenly turned pale, and she took a step back unconsciously, breathing air desperately with trembling lips.
But it was still difficult to suppress the fear in my heart.
The little kite's breathing seemed to alarm the black-haired monster.
The black-haired monster suddenly stopped eating.
The blood-red eyes in the black hair slowly moved.
Then a head, a huge wolf head slowly lifted up from the fleshy legs.
He looked at the little kite, grinning to reveal its canine teeth covered with flesh and blood foam, and said in a long, gravelly voice: "Long time no see, little bird."
The little kite made a decisive decision and ran away.
The werewolf Kuitao didn't intend to chase after seeing this, but there was a trace of teasing and teasing in his eyes.
Although the haze dissipated, it only dispersed a small area, and the surroundings of Little Kite and Kuitao were still shrouded in thick fog.
It's like a cage.
Soon the little kite rushed out of the surrounding haze.
When she saw Kuitao in front of her again, she turned around and got into the thick fog again.
After several attempts, the little kite finally returned to Kuitao.
When she saw Kuitao still lying on the ground enjoying his meaty legs, the corner of her mouth twitched, and she spread her wings and rushed towards the thick fog in the sky.
Just when the little kite was flying at full speed.
The thick fog in front of her eyes was instantly dispersed by her.
Then the little kite hit the ground.
In the thick fog, she couldn't tell the difference between up, down, left, south, east, and west. She didn't even know that she was clearly flying upward, but for some reason she rushed towards the ground.
The little kite stretched out her hand to cover her dazed head. When she looked around, her eyes collided with Kuitao's blood-red eyes again.
Kuitao chewed the red meat in his mouth and looked at her with a sarcastic smile.
To Kuitao, the little kite is just white noodles soaked in soup in a bowl of beef noodles.
He wanted to eat "beef" first and then "noodles".
And the prey's fear, the prey's fear, the prey's struggle, the prey's near-death resistance.
For him, it is the best seasoning for this bowl of "noodles".
He was very happy to watch the little kite struggling feebly in front of him.
At this moment, he was like an ignorant and naughty child, squeezing a little hamster at will.
In fact, the order Kuitao received was to capture the little kite, not to kill her.
So it would be easier for Kuitao to let her do the hard work on her own.
The order is just to keep alive, it doesn't matter whether the little kite is injured or disabled.
Before completing the task, Kuitao needs the little kite to satisfy his extremely perverted little hobby.
The little kite covered its painful forehead and quickly backed away, putting as much distance between itself and Kuitao.
Kuitao swallowed the red meat in his mouth and said, "Run, keep running, why don't you stop running?"
The little kite looked at him with a gloomy face and said nothing.
She knew that she had no choice but to go.
Just when the little kite was thinking about countermeasures.
Kuitao actually slowly stood up from the ground.
He was covered in black wolf fur and had no clothes on.
Wearing a skirt instead.
A white skirt.
When the little kite saw the skirt, she was so frightened that her whole body began to tremble.
Because this skirt is not made of ordinary cloth.
Instead, there were white vertebrae one after another. These vertebrae were wrapped together around Kuitao's waist, like a white skirt.
As Kuitao moved, these vertebrae collided with each other, making a crisp sound.
Like the urging whisper of death.
The little kite looked up along the spine, and she saw something more terrifying than the spine.
Those are heads.
It turns out that each vertebrae has a head attached to it, or in other words, Kuitao pulled out the heads and vertebrae together with the hands of these deceased before they died.
Pulled out alive.
From the swaying hair on these heads, the little kite saw, she saw the face hidden in the hair.
A living face.
A well-preserved face.
He even retained the intact expression he had before his death.
Kuitao likes prey expressions, especially those before death, when facing death and pain.
In Feng Shi's words, this is art, an art unique to Kuitao.
Therefore, he will use the secret method taught to him by Feng Shi to preserve the various expressions that he finds interesting left behind by these prey before they die.
Whenever you get bored, take it out and savor it.
Recalling what happened when I was hunting.
At this time, Kuitao had finished chewing the thigh in his hand, and next was the red meat on the calf.
He stretched out his sharp claws and ripped off the thigh bone rod, and continued to bite the remaining red meat.
Kuitao held the meat leg in his hand and said coldly to the little kite: "I remember you, the only surviving cub of the purple-tailed kite clan."
"I don't think you can forget me."
"Ah~ when I saw you, I suddenly remembered something. Yes, I remembered a good thing, a good thing that made me happy."
As he spoke, Kuitao touched the storage bag on his waist.
The little kite looked at Kuitao's hand cautiously as if facing a formidable enemy.
I thought Kuitao would pull out some kind of weapon.
Who knew that he actually took out two vertebrae connected to the head from the storage bag.
These two heads have no hair, only faces, and only expressions on their faces.
Kuitao held the two heads in one hand and raised them up, letting the little kite take a good look and see clearly.
When the little kite saw the faces on these two heads clearly.
Her heart seemed to have stopped beating.
His face was as pale as a piece of paper, and his lips were trembling slightly.
His pupils were constricted and tears fell silently from the corners of his eyes.
Her thin and delicate body was so cold that she couldn't even feel the existence of her own body.
She only saw these two faces.
Kuitao looked at the little kite's expression and her current state. His scarlet eyes showed the look of climax and excitement.
He smiled evilly and said: "Yes, yes, that's right, that's the expression! I like it so much. It's the expression you looked back at me after you escaped from my hands! It's so beautiful!"
When the little kite ran away, Kuitao accidentally saw her expression. That face of fear and despair was a beautiful art to him.
So he wants the little kite to reproduce its old expression for his own pleasure!
Since he couldn't kill her, he could still torture and play with her.
The little kite wanted to step forward and get closer to the two faces, but her limbs were stiff, so she lost her balance and fell to the ground. She raised her head, her pale face was already covered with dirt, she opened her mouth, trying to make a sound, But all that came out was a simple tone.
"Uh...ah...ah..."
This simplest tone is filled with her grief and despair.
Kuitao was so excited that he almost danced when he saw this. He looked up to the sky with his narrowed pupils and laughed and said: "Look, take a good look, these are the faces of your parents! Hahahahaha!"
"It's so lifelike, right? Hahahahaha!"
