"Pity!"
Zhan Jingyi looked at the head in his hand and the barrel of spices. Needless to say, this must be Qi Mengying's masterpiece. He knew that he would like this barrel of spices, so he deliberately dipped the head into the spices.
If you really take this barrel of spices away by yourself, just imagine that in the future, you will be grilling steaks, drinking wine, and spending a while with a happy face.
It wasn't until I was about to finish eating the spices that I discovered that there was actually a human head soaked in it, although it might not have much of a psychological impact on me.
But the toad jumps on the instep and doesn't bite. It's enough to make you feel sick.
If Zhan Jingyi hadn't been sharp-eyed and saw a strand of hair floating in the spice barrel, he might have actually considered putting away the barrel of spices.
"Forget it, it's just an acquaintance after all."
He held the fat pig's head in one hand. After thinking about it, he put the head on the table beside him and then looked around, trying to find a cloth or something to wrap the fat pig's head.
Just when Zhan Jingyi was looking around, he suddenly saw a short knife placed on a shelf in the house. Zhan Jingyi walked up quickly, picked up the short knife, and compared the hair on the fat pig's corpse. blade.
Some time ago, Qi Mengying's clone used this short knife to cut off the fat pig's head and threw the head into the spice barrel.
Zhan Jingyi is a knife lover. He stroked this knife. The blade was as thin as a cicada's wing and shone with a cold silver light, like the reflection of the lake on a moonlit night. It was quiet and mysterious. It is about a hand-length long, light and hard, as if it contains endless vigor and strength.
The texture of the blade is extremely fine. After countless grinding and tempering, its sharpness has exceeded ordinary perceptions. With just one stroke, whether it is tough leather or heavy metal, it can be cut as easily as paper.
Every time he waved, it seemed as if he could feel the air being split silently under the blade.
The handle of the knife is inlaid with fine animal bones, which not only provides a comfortable grip, but also adds a bit of wildness and strength. Every detail has been carefully polished, and it feels extremely smooth, as if it blends into the palm of your hand.
Just as Zhan Jingyi looked at the dagger carefully, he was slightly in a trance. The reason why he was in trance was not because of how dazzling these daggers were.
If you look carefully, it is not difficult to find that Zhan Jingyi's own shadow is reflected on the translucent blade surface.
Behind him, the fat pig's head that Zhan Jingyi placed on the table quietly opened his eyes at some point.
A pair of big red eyes were staring at him, and he slowly opened his mouth, revealing two sharp fangs!
…
The fat pig's scarlet eyes gradually turned to look at the short knife held in Zhan Jingyi's hand, seeming to realize that Zhan Jingyi had noticed him.
I saw that head, suddenly jumped from the table to Zhan Jingyi, opened its mouth to bite Zhan Jingyi's throat, and rushed towards me, shouting: "You bastard, you killed me!"
Zhan Jingyi took a look and mobilized his mental power to shoot behind him. But at this time, he saw the fat pig's eyes cast a fierce light. Faced with the mental attack force, he opened his mouth and bit him.
The pair of slender and sharp fangs in the mouth pierced into the mental power of the attack. The mental attack power was immediately felt, and it was like a deflated rubber ball, which was quickly stirred down.
Zhan Jingyi was startled and realized something was wrong. He immediately cut off the connection with this spiritual power. At the same time, his body quickly distanced itself from the fat pig's head.
Seeing his spiritual power being quickly sucked into the mouth by the fat pig, Zhan Jingyi couldn't help but feel scared. You know, before, the fat pig only had one head left, and it looked lifeless no matter how it looked.
Therefore, Zhan Jingyi didn't even pay attention to him, and now he woke up quietly. If he hadn't noticed it in time, if he had bitten him, he would have sucked him dry in an instant.
"you are still alive?"
After absorbing Zhan Jingyi's mental attack, Fatty Pig was obviously much more energetic than before. Hearing Zhan Jingyi's doubts, Fatty Pig sneered: "Why, that's surprising!"
Hearing this, Zhan Jingyi nodded: "It's really surprising. I didn't expect you to be alive, even if you only have one head left."
In Zhan Jingyi's knowledge, although most mutants and awakened ones are extremely powerful, especially those of the superhuman type, even if a hole is pierced through their chests, they can still explode with shocking energy. vitality.
For example, the second member of the previous Hidden Hunting Group was an awakened person of the physical system. He was very powerful. If various reasons hadn't come together, I wouldn't have killed him so easily.
But this was also the first time that Zhan Jingyi saw that someone with only one head left was actually still alive. Not only was he alive, but he was also erupting with more threatening lethality than when he was alive.
No!
At this time, Zhan Jingyi let go of his mental power, felt it carefully, and determined that the fat pig's head did not have any aura of living people, but instead exuded a strong aura of death.
Sensing this, Zhan Jingyi asked with some confusion: "You are obviously a dead person, how can you still be alive? Is this your ability??"
"Humph, you talk a lot of nonsense."
Fatty Pig ignored Zhan Jingyi's inquiry and stared at the blue blood vessels on Zhan Jingyi's neck. He couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick it around his mouth.
As early as before, when he saw Zhan Jingyi bleeding, Fatty Zhu noticed that the blood on this guy's body was extraordinary. It seemed to be filled with a special energy, and this energy seemed to be similar to his own energy, but at the same time it seemed Much more advanced.
At this moment, when he was in urgent need of blood, the enemy in front of him was extremely jealous when he saw him. Without saying a word, he saw the fat pig opening its mouth and biting Zhan Jingyi's neck.
At this time, even though there was only one head left, the fat pig was still incredibly fast, and its two fangs shone with a cold light under the light.
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"Get away!"
Facing the fat pig rushing toward him, Zhan Jingyi stretched out his hand and grabbed the simple handle of the knife. The moment he drew the knife, a knife cry sounded in the air.
The slender blade flashed with sharp murderous aura. It was the short knife just now. In Zhan Jingyi's hand, the blade cut out a T-shaped murderous aura, and struck the fat pig's head head-on.
Now that Zhan Jingyi had self-destructed the inner elixir, his entire body's functions reached its peak for a moment. He moved the knife dexterously, landed one blow, took a small step back, held the blade behind his hands, and slashed hard with the knife.
Two sword cuts in a row, as the saying goes, a master can tell when he strikes. The experienced and ruthless technique has brought his sword skills to the pinnacle.
Even Fat Pig didn't expect that Zhan Jingyi's ability to use a short sword was no worse than that of Lao Liu who used a horizontal sword before. In fact, at this moment, he seemed to be much better.
However, facing Zhan Jingyi's two slashing swords, he saw the fat pig's head suddenly exploded under the blade, and the blood turned into countless bats. Not only did he avoid the incoming sword energy, but one of the bats was still there Zhan Jingyi's body was bitten hard twice.
He looked down at the wound and found that it was not big. However, after being bitten twice by a bat briefly, Zhan Jingyi felt that the wound was numb and itchy, so he immediately used a short knife to clean up the rotten flesh around the wound.
Zhan Jingyi then looked into the air and saw countless bats gathered together again and re-condensed into the head of a fat pig.
Seeing this scene, Zhan Jingyi's expression became serious: "Are you a vampire? This ability is quite powerful. You can transform into countless bats. Can you transform into anything else?"
As he spoke, Zhan Jingyi was thinking in his mind. Judging from Fatty Pig's current routine, he seemed to be a vampire, but there was a question. Vampires did not represent immortality. Fatty Pig's head had been chopped off. This The guy is actually still alive.
I'm afraid even a vampire wouldn't be able to do this, right? This makes Zhan Jingyi feel a little weird. I wonder what this guy is?
As if he had sucked Zhan Jingyi's blood, the color on Fat Pig's face became much more vivid than before, and he stretched out a tongue to lick the blood clean from his mouth.
Regarding the vampires mentioned by Zhan Jingyi, Fatty Pig's face showed ridicule and disdain: "Don't confuse me with that kind of garbage. They are vampires, but I am a zombie. I just merged with the vampire's ability and mutated." , became a unique blood zombie."
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