Lord of the Heavens

Chapter 213
"Young man, come in and I'll pick out a dress for you."

"Young man, why is there blood on your body, come and wipe it off for you."

"Young man, you look a bit unwell, come in and have a rest."

"lady"

The enthusiasm of the residents in this small town is unbelievable. No matter how weird Yang Zhao is, their first reaction is concern.

It seems that they all took out their sincere hearts and showed them to this person who didn't even know what sex was.

Evening, dusk.

The sun is about to set in the west, and the embers from the setting sun are really beautiful.

"The setting sun is infinitely good, but it's almost dusk." On a big rock, Yang Zhaomeng poured down the mysterious branches he had collected in his hands, and his slightly trembling hands seemed to recover a little at this moment.

From morning to night, the whole day of killing made his emotional expression more nervous.

The day before, he was a good-natured youth in society, but in less than 48 hours, he had already turned into a murderous psychopath.

Such is the horror that man can achieve when he has unleashed the demons in his heart.

"Big Brother, did you see Mom?" Little Lolita walked towards this side pitifully, her voice was still innocent, as if she wanted to use her innocence to awaken the kindness of this murderer.

"I'm covered in blood now, aren't you afraid?" Yang Zhao changed from half-lying to half-sitting, with one hand he was playing with the blood-soaked dagger, and with the other he was holding a dagger that looked like a wine bag. Something took a sip.

"Blood? Is big brother injured?" Little Lolita asked with distressed eyes.

Without waiting for Yang Zhao's answer, he immediately said, "Brother, wait a moment, I'll go to my mother to get you the wound medicine."

Yang Zhao was a little silent, but the next moment, that crazy smile appeared on his face, and his hands were shaking.

To kill this little girl who seemed to gather all the innocence in the world made him feel scared, but he wanted to live.

"Xiaoqin." Yang Zhao suddenly called out.

Little Lolita paused, she turned around and looked at Yang Zhao with big innocent eyes and asked, "What's wrong with Big Brother?"

Yang Zhao glanced at the dusk that was about to set in the sky, and the lavender moon seemed to take the place of the sun at any moment.

There are ten monsters left in the entire town. The nine strong men, this little loli, and the other 630 people all died on his dagger.

Don't ask him why he remembers so clearly, for a contractor who was an ordinary person the day before, this stimulates their nerves more than anything else.

He could even remember everyone's astonished expressions before they died.

Yang Zhao stood up and walked towards Little Lolita step by step. The distance between the two sides was not far, just a few steps and Yang Zhao's shadow completely covered Little Lolita's body.

The nervousness on Yang Zhao's face disappeared, replaced by a smile like a big brother next door, and said in the most gentle tone: "Xiaoqin close your eyes, big brother has something for you."

"Hmm!" Little Lolita's eyes lit up, she obediently closed her eyes, and even wrinkled her cute little nose at such a close distance, as if a little repelling the faint blood on Yang Zhao's body.

Yang Zhao looked up, and the setting sun was setting at this moment, and the lavender moon replaced the sun's position, dyeing the town with a strange color.

Yang Zhao closed his eyes, as if regretting or pitying him, but when he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him changed.

The soft and cute little lolita is deforming, her teeth are becoming sharper, and there is a hint of scarlet in her closed eyes, like a demon descending.

Forehead, temple, heart, cut throat.

This is a very fast and skillful stabbing, every knife is a fatal blow, even the most powerful killer in the world can't find any faults.

The killing this time was like an art, the enemy didn't feel any pain at all in his own death, everything was so smooth and natural.

Yang Zhao's eyes became more and more indifferent. He squatted down, and the dagger of unknown material cut off the head extremely decisively and quickly. The muscle tissue cut was extremely smooth, and his proficiency can be imagined.

Little Lolita's mutation stopped, Yang Zhao took a quiet look, stood up and walked to the nearest house.

Enter, close the door.

He looked at the well-fitting clothes on his body, felt his ice-like heart and his increasingly active brain, and he fell silent.

"Do I really want to?"

He asked himself a very serious question in his heart, but at this moment, his heart, which seemed to be frozen, was actually slightly warming up. This was not the first time that he felt this way.

It was excitement, the excitement of killing, the excitement of the extraordinary, the excitement of the unknown.

ta ta ta
Familiar footsteps were approaching, and Yang Zhao's eyes became more and more calm, but the slightly flushed skin on his face gave him his own answer.

he thinks!He has long been tired of living like a machine. He wants to explore the unknown, become extraordinary, and kill!
This is his choice, a choice for the future.

Boom, boom, boom!
The rhythmic sound of knocking on the door seemed to be synchronized with his heartbeat. He enjoyed the feeling of repeatedly beating on the verge of death!

Boom, boom, boom!
The knock on the door became louder, Yang Zhao closed his eyes, he was calming down his emotions, he was listening to the movement outside, and he was preparing to go all out.

The dagger that cut 630 people without a curling blade was placed across his chest. This monster must know that he is inside. Tonight is the final fight.

And the only good news is that there is only one footstep outside!

chi~ chi~
As if the sound of a hound searching for prey sounded again, Yang Zhao was no longer suppressing his heartbeat. The feeling of extreme excitement made his thinking clearer.

The slight smell of blood from the dagger was teasing his bloodiness.

Step, step, touch!
The voice outside the door took two steps back, and then there was a loud crash.

dong dong dong.
This time it wasn't knocking on the door, but Yang Zhao's rapid heartbeat, he could clearly feel his own blood flowing faster and faster.

bump!crunch~squeak~
The wood-like iron door was a bit overwhelmed, with cracks appearing on it, and a little bit of purple moonlight came in, but was blocked by a huge figure.

bump!
The door became weaker and weaker, and the precarious feeling told Yang Zhao that the next impact would be the time to confront this monster head-on.

He approached the door, his body pressed against the wall, the dagger in his hand was held backwards, ready to stab at any time.

Step, step, roar.

The sound of the monster retreating and the roar of excitement came, Yang Zhao just held the short dagger, lowered his body and made a posture ready to pounce at any time.

bump!Wow~
There was a deafening crash, and as the door shattered, Yang Zhao rushed forward, and the bloody dagger stabbed at the neck of the gradually revealed figure.

呲~
The sound of meat piercing and the sense of hindrance appeared at the same time, and Yang Zhao's hand was slightly warmed up. It was the blood of the monster, and the smell of blood in the whole room became more and more intense for a while.

Roar!
Huge power appeared along with the screams, Yang Zhao was thrown out, but he tightly grasped the dagger in his hand, the abnormally sharp blade cut through the flesh and blood tissue, from the monster's neck to the back armpits. There was a long wound.

But the completely mutated monster was different from the daytime. Instead of dying from such a huge wound, it became more and more violent.

Roar!
Yang Zhaocai just got up when he saw a huge figure rushing towards him.

The huge sense of oppression made his heart beat even higher. Holding the dagger, he stared fixedly at the bleeding figure.

Closer, closer.

Yang Zhao's body leapt to the left, straightened his right hand in mid-air, and the extremely sharp dagger was going to slice through the monster's throat.

But fighting is not a turn-based system. Although the monster is bulky, its natural fighting instinct made him react the most correctly.

The monster shook his hand violently.

bump!
The dagger pierced fiercely into the monster's arm, but the force that crushed ordinary people hit Yang Zhao's arm fiercely.

click!
The sound of bone cracking was particularly obvious in this tense battle, and the huge force broke the balance of Yang Zhao's body in mid-air, and fell hard to the ground.

The dagger in the right hand has a cloth bag that is difficult to connect with the broken hand, and the weapon has not been detached. This may be the only good news.

Yang Zhao squatted up in an instant and took the dagger with his almost healed left hand. He didn't seem to feel the sharp pain of bone fragmentation in his right hand at all.

Those eyes still looked calmly at the monster rushing towards him again.

Nearly.

Yang Zhao felt the oppressive feeling that death would come at any time. If he had estimated the odds of winning at 8+2 at the beginning, then he was completely defeated now, and he had no chance of winning at all.

He underestimated the difference between extraordinary and ordinary. Although he has the physical fitness of a special soldier, if this monster touches an important part such as his chest, he will die instantly.

He lowered his body and jumped towards the door. While in the air, he controlled himself to land on his back, and there was a very silky roll.

When the head was turned up again, he jumped again, and the whole person disappeared into this small room in an instant like a flexible cat.

bump!
The door that had been smashed through was directly destroyed, and the monster that was bleeding all the time chased towards him at an incredible speed.

Yang Zhao felt the extent of the injury on his right hand, and it was basically useless, at least until he returned to Huaxia, he would not be able to use this hand anymore.

But this is only the third night, and there are still twelve days left. If it takes so long, even if you return to Huaxia, even if you are lucky and you are not infected, it will be useless.

The extremely fast running sound from behind got closer and closer, and Yang Zhao frowned closer and closer. The strength and speed of the crushing made it look like a dead end.

Suddenly, his eyes flashed, no, no, there is still a way to survive!

When the monster was about to approach, Yang Zhao suddenly turned around, ran into a small path, and rushed towards the outskirts of the city.

Due to the killings during the day, he is not generally familiar with this town now.

His right hand was already swollen high at this moment, and the piercing pain didn't disturb his mind, his thinking was terrifyingly calm now.

Whenever the monster was about to catch up with him, he would turn in the same direction and continue running, shuttling through the gaps in the house, and the monsters behind would not be able to catch up for a while.

The surrounding scenes are changing all the time, and gradually some familiar houses appear in front of them.

His heart became ruthless, and he stabbed his right hand with the knife in his left hand, and the blood directly stained a door in front of him.

Yang Zhao stood in front of the door, covered the wound with the handle of the knife, and quickly came to the back of the room.

bump!
There was a huge impact sound, and the house behind him trembled violently, as if it had suffered some kind of great impact.

Yang Zhao controlled his heart rate and breathing to slow down, his left hand tightly covered the wound of his right hand, not daring to make any sound.

chi~ chi~
Yang Zhao heard the familiar inhalation sound, and in this extremely quiet environment, he even vaguely heard a third voice, which was the person in this room.

He is one of the few normal people in this small town.

His plan is also very simple, use his own blood as bait to forcibly divert the target of the monster attack, as for these innocent people
Yang Zhao wanted to live.

Roar!bump!
The angry roar was less than ten meters away from him. These monsters were not very intelligent, which could be seen from the previous two knocks on the door.

If you have brains, of course you will break the door if you suspect it, rather than being uncertain even if you smell blood.

That's why Yang Zhao came up with this plan. First, he found a scapegoat to help him delay time, and then he talked about other things when he recovered a little.

bump!
The knock on the door sounded again, and Yang Zhao moved lightly, slowly walking towards the next house.

bump!
The sound of breaking the door was mixed with the sound of impact behind, followed by terrified screams and the sound of collision.

I can imagine the scene where that person was slapped to death.

Yang Zhao walked away slowly, taking every step carefully. There was a clicking sound from behind, as if the monster started eating directly after killing its prey.

When he came to the door of the second room, Yang Zhao let go of his left hand covering the wound, and warm blood sprayed out and stained the door red.

In this world, the strong smell of blood represents the approaching danger.

third fan, fourth fan
Yang Zhao tried to walk in a straight line, keeping himself, the blood-soaked door, and the monster in a straight line.

When he felt the same, Yang Zhao found a house and entered, closed the door and sat down slowly on the ground.

He took out the wine bag from his pocket, and took two gulps of the juice from that magical tree.

"It might be over this time." Yang Zhao leaned his head against the door and thought weakly that he had lost too much blood these days, plus his brain that hadn't really slept for three days.

At this moment, he felt very tired, so he wanted to have a good sleep, but he knew that he couldn't. Once he fell asleep, all his efforts would be in vain, and he would die in this small town whose name he didn't even know.

Yang Zhao was taken aback by a hard touch coming from the pocket. He put down the dagger and took out a small bottle from the pocket with his left hand.

(Big Brother, why are you injured? Wait, I'll go to my mother to get you some medicine.)
That little loli's innocent voice seemed to ring in his mind again.

There was a trace of bitterness on his face, forget about the dead horse as a living horse doctor.

The sound of knocking on the door that was getting closer let him know that he was running out of time, so he should continue to use blood to delay the time until he lost too much blood and died, or he could try whether the medicine would work.

Grip the cork with your teeth and press hard.

With a bang, the stopper of the small medicine bottle was pulled out, and some purple powder was scattered.

Without further hesitation, the purple powder was poured on the bleeding wound on his right hand.

The next moment an incredible thing happened. The moment the medicine powder was poured on the wound, the blood stopped flowing, and the severe pain was greatly relieved at this moment.

bump!
There was a knocking sound from the last door, and the next target was my room!

(End of this chapter)