Chapter 102 Accidents happen frequently, faces in the dark
At the critical moment, Feng Yuhuai quickly turned his head and avoided the fatal attack.
Her ponytail was cut off instantly, and her hair was flying like leaves in the strong wind. A long and slender cut was made on the side of her face. The wound was itchy and itchy, as if there was some small living thing. It is squirming between the wounds.
She staggered, and out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of the wall. A wooden stick was driven deeply into the wall. The end trembled slightly, and a few pieces of fine black shavings fell off.
"Ant?"
Feng Yuhuai's pupils suddenly shrank, sharp as needles.
She wiped her cheek violently, and as far as she could see, there were countless black ants floating in the blood, dead and alive, mixed together, and integrated with her blood, which was disgusting.
The disgusting squirming feeling instantly ignited her anger, completely overwhelming the panic in her heart.
Her footsteps suddenly stopped, and the strength in her body was instantly pushed to the extreme. Her waist twisted like a snake, her legs were tight, and her toes were thrown out fiercely.
Hiss——
There was a sound in the air, like a poisonous snake spitting a message.
Swarthy No. 2 finally caught up. He raised his arm, and his ferocious arm was blocked in front of him, as if he had been bitten by a poisonous snake. Several pieces of rotten flesh were torn off along with the toes of Feng Yuhuai's shoes. Hanging in the air, shaking.
As if he couldn't feel the pain, strange black energy filled his arm. He waved his backhand and cut Feng Yuhuai's hamstring with his five fingers like a sharp blade. The movement was hard and accurate.
Feng Yuhuai was frightened by it and her movements were sluggish. Only then did she realize that the opponent she faced was not as ferocious as the classmates who competed in school. level.
The opponent will not be moved by the injury at all, and his movements are frighteningly stable and coherent. On the contrary, he is in danger of switching between offense and defense.
A sharp pain shot from her ankle straight to her forehead. Feng Yuhuai's eyes almost burst open. Her right foot seemed to have been brutally dissected by the hands of the invisible cook. The muscles were torn and the bones were twisted into strange angles. .
"The foot... is broken?"
This thought exploded in Feng Yuhuai's mind. Her face was distorted with fear, and her long hair was flying in the air.
The desolate scene of her father Feng Ju lying on the hospital bed with a broken arm flashed through her mind.
"No! I can never become a useless person like my father!"
Desperate anger surged in Feng Yuhuai's heart. She let out a sharp scream, and her body's potential was instantly stimulated. She jerked her right foot out, and the shoe fell off like torn cloth, revealing the bloody and shocking sole of her foot.
Feng Yuhuai’s heels touched the ground tremblingly, and his body was teetering.
The severe pain spreading from the soles of her feet mercilessly eroded every nerve in her, and the haze of despair was like a poisonous vine, tightly wrapping around her heart.
Fear, despair, anger, countless emotions broke out, and the "Snake Transformation Power" in Feng Yuhuai's body unexpectedly broke through the level on the spot, abruptly raising it to a higher level.
Her body trembled involuntarily, and then at the moment of sudden inspiration, she cleverly turned her steps and her body lightly touched the muddy ground.
Her waist twisted flexibly, as if she had transformed into a smart snake, sliding lightly along the ground at a speed that was much faster than running with her legs.
Hua Snake Jin·Snake Step, a footwork that had never been understood before, was thoroughly understood by Feng Yuhuai between life and death.
In the dark corner of the alley, there was a bald middle-aged man with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. A strange light flashed in his pupils, calmly taking in everything in front of him.
He suddenly clapped his hands and laughed, with a bit of admiration and joking in his voice:
"Wonderful, wonderful! On the edge of death, he can actually face danger. This kind of root The bones and qualifications are indeed extraordinary. No wonder he can attract the favor of the puppet mother and become one of the candidates. "Go, stop that black face, don't let anyone hurt this girl." The middle-aged man rushed behind him and remained motionless. The figure said.
The figure was like a wax figure in a wax museum. His face was as pale as liquid wax, without a trace of blood, his breathing was barely audible, his eyes were closed tightly, and he seemed to be isolated from the world.
On hearing the man's command, he seemed to wake up from a deep sleep and opened his eyes suddenly.
He stretched his muscles slightly, and his joints made a strange crackling sound. Then he slowly walked out of the shadows, revealing his simple and honest face like an old farmer.
However, those eyes were completely different. They were completely pale with only a black pupil, which made them look particularly weird and scary.
Bang.
Swarthy No. 2 had just pulled out the ant stick and was about to chase Feng Yuhuai again, and then he felt a smell with a strong fishy smell coming from the side.
A huge force hit his shoulder, and rotten flesh and pus spilled all over the floor.
Swarthy No. 2 grunted in pain, moving without pausing, turning the stick around like a knife cutting tofu, piercing the opponent's flesh, and lifting it diagonally.
Amidst the heart-wrenching sound of flesh-cutting, the attacker's abdominal cavity was opened with a ferocious opening, and a long section of intestine was severed, dragging and sliding down, dangling at the root of the thigh, which was cold and shocking.
In combat this is almost a fatal wound.
The attacker did not see any trouble on his face. He let his intestines hang on his waist, took one step forward, raised his knees and poked his feet, and quickly stabbed the lower body of Dark No. 2.
The movements were ferocious and cruel, but there was still no ripple in the dark white kernel.
Swarthy No. 2 retreated violently, and the extreme horror suddenly appeared on his cold, ink-like face that never seemed to be frightened. Even his stuttering became coherent due to the fright, and he lost his voice: "Zhang Hao?! ! "
Zhang Hao turned a deaf ear to the exclamations of his former companions. He raised his hand, and a dark luster appeared between his fingers, like phosphorus fire in the night, and went straight towards the heart of Dark No. 2.
Dark No. 2 was dripping with cold sweat on his forehead as he dodged again and again. His thoughts were almost short-circuited. He couldn't understand why Zhang Hao had become so strange. He seemed to have lost his mind and didn't recognize himself.
He glanced sideways and saw that Feng Yuhuai had fled further and further away and was about to disappear out of sight. A trace of anxiety flashed in his eyes. He was about to take a step to catch up, but saw Zhang Hao take a step laterally and tilted in a strange way. His posture blocked his path just right.
Swarthy No. 2's mind was in chaos. He gritted his teeth and took a few steps back helplessly, turned around and walked away quickly, returning to find the delivery person.
The delivery man is not good at force, so he did not follow. At this moment, he is still staying at home with Yang Tuo's body.
“No, you didn’t catch up?”
"Someone helped me stop the other party?"
Feng Yuhuai heard the short and fierce fighting sounds behind him, and had no idea of looking back at his savior. His waist twisted faster, and he just wanted to take advantage of the situation. When they got into a fight, they ran away.
Suddenly,
an old and strange voice with a childish voice came into her ears almost close to her cheek: "Girl, run so fast, you can't even save your life." It would be too heartless and cold-blooded for the benefactor to not even meet him!"
Feng Yuhuai froze in place as if a restraining spell had been cast on him, his neck slowly twisting mechanically.
In the darkness, a bald middle-aged man came into view. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, an unpredictable smile flashed in his eyes, and he stared straight at her.
On his shoulder, there was a grotesque rag doll with missing eyes, an exaggerated slit in the corner of its mouth, and a pink tongue exposed. It was smiling at her...? ! !
ps: The protagonist will not be in trouble behind my sister. . . . Don’t worry, I can only say that there is a high probability that you will not guess the plot, so don’t panic!
(End of this chapter)