Soul Echo

Knives and swords descended from the sky with moonlight, cutting off the giant baby's arm.

Spirit Physique felt no pain, and the broken arm just collapsed, turning into countless little Soul Spirits and reuniting on the giant baby.

The giant baby was sobbing, staring at Zhong Ye who was standing in front of the woman with its big one eye.

Zhong Ye also looked up at it, vaguely guessing, and couldn't help sighed.

"Run, get out of here." Clenching his weapon, Zhong Ye didn't look back, said solemnly to the woman behind him, "The undead on the road have been emptied, if you encounter other mercenaries, you can let them Protect you from going to Moon God's church."

"Thank you, thank you..." After stammering thanks, the woman hurriedly turned around and staggered away.

“mama?”

The giant baby looked away from Zhong Ye and wanted to pass Zhong Ye and chase after the woman.

Zhong Ye swung the sword and cut off one arm of the giant baby again, drawing its attention back.

Temperamental's aggregate hangs down its huge head, and Zhong Ye's silhouette is reflected in countless eyes again.

Looking at the pure and single eyes condensed into one after another, Zhong Ye took a deep breath of the icy air and put on a posture of silent luck.

The arms are reunited, this time, the giant baby chooses to raise it high and smash it down fiercely.

Zhong Ye's silhouette disappeared in place, two streams of light passed under the giant baby, and small fragments of Soul Spirit flowed out of the wound, returning to nature with regret.

The giant baby grew several eyes behind him, and several arms grew out of his ankles, all grabbing towards the fast as lightning silhouette.

Zhong Ye tapped her toes on the ground, jumped up, passed through the gap between her arms, and flipped down.

The giant baby sat up, his upper body twisted abruptly, his front and back turned in one direction, his arms swept across the roofs on both sides of the street, scratched down countless tiles, swayed thick smoke, and slapped the ground with his palms .

The earth shook, shaking the surrounding houses, followed by screams.

Hearing the female voices mixed in among those voices, the giant baby turned to look over. Zhong Ye, who had just escaped from the thick smoke, had to stop and charge again.

The muscles in his legs suddenly exerted force, sending his body to a height of three stories, Zhong Ye took a deep breath, twisted his body in the air, and drilled into the inside of the giant baby like a whirlwind, the sword The light of breaking the spirit blooms, and the body of the aggregate is split.

Before they were born, they were deprived of the right to come to the world, they were strangled just after they were born, and they were abandoned by the roadside...

There is not even a specific soul among them, child The soul is too weak to be equivalent to shattering once it dies, and cannot survive without chance.

They are just fragments, a conceptual aggregate of 'children who died prematurely'.

Nostalgia, sadness, and love bring them together, but resentment, disgust, and numbness give them shape—just like what happened to them, their birth is not accepted by anyone, but by everyone curse.

Zhong Ye got out of the giant baby's body, and almost fell softly at the moment when both feet landed.

He looked back in astonishment, his head covered in cold sweat.

"You..."

The ignorant monster touched the crack on his body and turned around again to face Zhong Ye.

They are all fragments, undefended, and can read thoughts and memories just by touching them.

Zhong Ye's lips trembled slightly. He seemed to have lived countless times in his life just now, but from birth to death, the longest time was only half a year.

They are the children of prostitutes, but they are not allowed to have children of their own; they are the children of mistresses, but noble ladies don't want them alive; they are deformed children abandoned by the roadside, in the cold and starve to die alone.

From birth, even from the time of being conceived, they are destined to be greeted with sorrow.

The facts are even crueler than guesses, Zhong Ye was silent for a moment and chose to clench his weapon.

"wa!"

The giant baby screamed and punched awkwardly.

The illusory giant fist caught in his eyes, Zhong Ye quickly retreated, breathing silently, suddenly tensing his muscles, stopping to step back, raised a pair of serious eyes, and brought the silhouette of the giant baby into his mind.

Even though the memories of the unborn children have begun to fade, Zhong Ye still wants to remember them.

After confirming that the appearance of the giant baby was engraved into his memory, he strode forward with his sword in hand, and the scriptures on the sword seemed to echo, showing a stronger brilliance.

The giant baby waved his arms and swept across the ground, but Zhong Ye jumped high before his arms touched his body, so high that the giant baby had to lift the head to see it.

With his back to the blood moon, there is darkness in front of him, only one pair of eyes are bright, and they are full of solemnity.

“Hah!”

blade light and sword shadows fell suddenly, cutting open the face of the aggregate, the giant baby raised his hand to caress, but fell backwards.

At the moment of landing, the speed suddenly exploded, and the sword in his hand pulled up a stream of light, constantly slashing through the giant baby's body, slicing its Spirit Physique into pieces.

But then, the giant baby's body condensed again, feeling that Zhong Ye was trying to split them, it finally felt scared and angry, raised its head and shouted.

"Roar!!!"

The sound like a giant beast roar swept the entire street, countless doors and windows moved in response, and the tiles flew.

The aggregate no longer maintains the shape of a baby, giving birth to deformed limbs and completely morphing into a monster.

There are seventy or eighty slender or sturdy arms propped up on the roof of the house, hoisting the torso, exhaling cold air, and every time the chest rises and falls, the surrounding heat is drawn away.

Zhong Ye discovered this keenly, collided with the sword in his hand, wiped out the fire star, and jumped onto a roof lightly.

No more delays!

Thoughts flashed through his mind, Zhong Ye ran up, and swung his sword in the face of the polymer's suddenly protruding arm.

Severing, splitting, beheading, each arm was cut off neatly without touching Zhong Ye's body.

The aggregate let out a terrifying shriek, and a gust of cold air spewed out of its mouth.

Zhong Ye turned and panned to the side.

Cold chased his silhouette across the house, freezing over.

Spit for a moment, and the aggregate had to stop to breathe, and Zhong Ye took this opportunity to charge again.

One blade one sword was danced tightly by him, and his already superb skills seemed to have improved under pressure.

As Zhong Ye approached quickly, the aggregate felt terrified, and the remaining limbs hurriedly pulled the torso to escape.

Zhong Ye won't let it go, although he feels sad and sympathetic to what happened to them, he won't let it hurt others either.

Inhale deeply and fill your lungs with air.

Every cell above and below the body seems to expand, bringing in the oxygen and extraordinary factors flowing in the blood vessels, feeding back energy.

The breath flows along the meridians in the limbs, vibrating every muscle, blood vessels and nerves.

Several tiles of the house beneath his feet exploded suddenly, and Zhong Ye glided in the air with strength, passing over several streets.

As he got closer and closer to the aggregate, the muscles in his arms also swelled, his eyes widened, and the deformed silhouette was engraved in his heart.

"—Cut!"

The sound was like thunder, and the silver light suddenly fell.

The mercenaries who were attracted by the huge aggregate saw a stream of light flashing, and the blood moon light could pass through the monster's body and sprinkle on the ground.

The boots plowed two marks on the ground, Zhong Ye finally stopped the rush, let out a few breaths, wiped the frost from his eyebrows, and looked up at the sky.

The aggregates were divided into two, but this time they could no longer condense, the left half and the right half extended the hand to their other half at the same time, trying to close themselves, but...

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Seeing that the huge body gradually dissipated, and the wisps of smoke drifted away in the wind, Zhong Ye lowered his eyes, turned and flashed his sword at the other undead.

The scriptures on the sword are dark, and the whole body reflects light.

Zhong Ye's wrist shook and the frost fell, and he stepped forward, slashing and slashing through several long streets.

At this moment, if he felt something, he looked around and couldn't find anything that made him feel uneasy.

brows slightly wrinkle, just as he was about to move on, he heard a shout resounding through the sky: "It's on fire! Put out the fire!"

How come? !

The sound is not far away, and it is still in a civilian area. In this special period, no one should use fire candles, that is, someone deliberately set fire to it?