…
Different space.
Infinite city.
There are obviously more cluttered buildings here than before.
"...Damn, hateful undead."
"The ghost lingers!"
The suit is tall and straight, but the face is anxious and melancholy, and the figure with rapid breathing keeps walking along the wall.
Da da da.
Wu Kuan ignored gravity, rubbed his chin with his hand, stared straight ahead with his scarlet pupils, stepped on the wall, and walked straight.
——Hei Shimo is dead.
It has been these days, and there is not only no news.
Now, even I can't contact him.
As the King of Ghosts, he should be able to listen to the voices of all ghosts at will and establish remote contact with them.
The medium is blood.
And Hei Si Mou.
When he saw Ri Yan in a daze, he came to his senses.
It's just that I can no longer feel his presence.
Snap.
With bright red pupils and slightly curly mid-length black hair, Wuhan stopped in his tracks and looked straight ahead.
The fingers he was holding against his chin couldn't stop trembling. If he hadn't pinched them tightly, they would have trembled even more.
Recalling what he saw from Hei Shimo's field of vision that day.
"...What to do." Wu Kuai muttered, his voice was trembling with a bit of hoarseness, and cold sweat could not stop flowing from his forehead.
The orange light reflected his pale side face, and the bulging veins of the horned dragon were dark and distinct.
He stood on the wall and whispered softly:
"Hei Shimo is dead...it's that guy for sure."
"…incredible."
Wu Kai changed his posture uneasily, and his voice trembled inexplicably when he said to himself:
Can a mere human being live for such a long time?
Wu Kai's anxious expression paused slightly.
——No, that man is not human.
——It’s a real monster…!
if.
That guy, from then on, became immortal like himself.
That…!
Wu Kai's pupils shrank suddenly, he raised his head in surprise, and covered one of his eyes in disbelief, his scarlet eyes trembling violently:
"I... want to be in this small infinite city..."
"Are you going to hide forever...?!"
The so-called "infinite city".
Among them, "infinity" represents Wuhan's inner desire to swim in the infinite.
He wants to stand in the sun, expand his heart, and do whatever he wants.
This is why the light in Infinite City is warm in color - sunlight.
All these constituted the deepest desire in his heart.
--free.
"boom!"
Wu Mei's Adam's apple moved up and down. He looked gloomy, punched the wooden building next to him, and turned his head:
"Narume!"
His voice was lowered and he squeezed out these words from his throat:
"Call all the windings to me!"
Lowering his eyes, the bright red eyes that reflected light in the shadows stared fiercely forward.
…
…
the other side.
Somewhere in the city.
The streets were pitch dark.
"call--"
The cold wind blew through the martial arts hall next to the street. The blood-stained white door curtain fluttered slightly, and the wind carrying the smell of blood blew through the street.
In the martial arts hall with lights flickering on and off.
Several figures in white gi uniforms looked through the window, seemingly rushing toward someone.
"Damn it! You bastard!"
Poof!
boom--!
The sound of heavy objects hitting the wall was heard.
"Master!"
"Don't underestimate...our...poof!"
Poof!
"...Everyone! I will fight with you!!"
"Pooh!"
Inside the museum.
in the room.
"Weak, too weak."
Scattered corpses fell around the gym, and the figure wearing a purple short shirt casually threw aside the person hanging on his hand:
"The strongest martial arts gym in town...is this what it is?"
"Weak enough to be disgusting."
boom!
The person whose chest was penetrated was thrown to the wall by him and slowly slid down like a rag.
Dark red blood spread on the floor, and bloody footprints continued to move forward.
…
Snap, snap.
The sound of bare feet walking on the wooden floor gradually approached.
Bang!
"Hey...!!" The woman with a pale face, trembling lips, and a frightened expression was hiding in a box.
The weather was a bit cold at night, so much so that her rapid breathing caused white steam to continuously exhale from her mouth.
She stared at the opening of the box and hugged an umbrella in her hand - it was the only thing she could hold tightly.
Her body couldn't help trembling, and she looked over her head tremblingly.
Snap.
At this time.
The barefoot footsteps stopped in front of the box.
Snapped!
The woman's whole body was shocked, her pupils stared at the opening of the box in horror, and she suddenly covered her mouth and nose with her hands.
The palms of her hands trembled and she covered them so hard that they turned white from the squeeze.
Just then the footsteps stopped for a while.
Nothing seems to happen when it happens.
The woman relaxed slightly, her breathing gradually calming down.
Sudden.
“…Don’t run away from a fight.”
"This will only make you weaker!"
A calm tone, with a hint of disgust, came from outside the box.
boom!
The man who spoke seemed a little angry. He kicked the box and shouted:
"come out!"
"Fight me!"
inside the box.
"...Ouch..." The woman covered her mouth tightly, her face turned blue, and she looked as if she was about to faint.
She, she is just a photo studio apprentice invited by this martial arts gym to take pictures...! !
Why!
The tip of her nose was sore, her eyes were red, and tears were rolling in her eyes.
Why does this happen...? !
Imagine what you just saw.
Will die.
You will definitely die if you go out!
"...Why don't you come out yet?"
It seemed like the wait was too long.
boom!
The man outside the box punched open the box from the lock!
The fist with tattooed fingers and dark and blue skin rubbed the woman's face, passed through the box with a bang, and hit the wall!
The harsh blow from the fist made her cheek hurt.
"...Ah." She was stunned, her mind going blank.
Creaking…
After violently tearing open the wooden box lid.
The visitor suddenly said in surprise:
"…What?"
The short pink hair swayed slightly, and the man with a face full of tattoos had a puzzled expression on his face. His golden eyes stared at the woman's appearance.
--woman?
Slowly retracting the fist inserted into the wall, he stood up again.
His brows furrowed slightly, his light pink eyelashes drooped, and there was a hint of boredom in his eyes.
"…never mind."
He glanced at the woman with frightened eyes and slowly turned around.
Snap.
Step away.
In the woman's dazed eyes.
It reflected a messy scene full of blood, corpses lying everywhere, and white spines exposed.
…
Outside the martial arts hall.
The pink man slowly walked out from under the curtain and looked up at the full moon in the night sky.
The golden eyes were engraved with this font:
【Winding】
【三】
The third string on the upper string - Yiwo seat.
Just as Yiwozuo was regretting that he had not met a strong opponent again, he stepped out.
Bang——!
Under his feet, a wooden door close to the ground suddenly appeared.
And it was pulled open suddenly, and warm light shined through.
Yiwo Zuo missed the mark.
He fell.
