There was even a snake …
Huai Shi couldn't help but sigh helplessly under the mask.
Under the Red Glove's control, the giant python slowly tightened, as if trying to break his bones bit by bit. It even specifically bound his left hand, not giving him any chance to move.
The pistol fell to the ground.
"I admit, I almost … … lost to you, almost … …"
The Red Glove dragged his wounded leg and staggered forward. His ferocious face was full of gloom and ruthlessness that made people's hearts palpitate. "However, your strange little tricks end here."
As he said that, he slowly lifted the fish tank in his hand and showed him the last fish fry left in it.
"Don't be afraid, I won't kill you. After all, even I don't have many chances to turn a Sublimator into bait … …"
As he spoke, the fish tank in his hand continuously surged with Origin Substance.
The Red Glove continuously split a part of his soul, turning it into bait to raise the fry. In the blink of an eye, the pink goldfish rapidly swelled. In the end, it turned a bluish-purple color. The bulging fish's eyes were bloodshot as it stared straight at Huai Shi.
Catalyzing the fry into a Sublimator had obviously overdrawn a lot of the Red Glove's energy. His face was already pale, and he staggered. He could feel his dizzy consciousness and his body reaching its limit.
When he thought about how a newly promoted Sublimator could force him into such a situation, he couldn't help but feel sorrow from the bottom of his heart.
However, now was not the time to be weak.
He raised his hand and suddenly punched Huai Shi in the face. Immediately after, he punched again, shattering the comical mask, revealing Huai Shi's young and tender face.
"It's you?"
He was stunned as he recognized the youth in front of him. Then, his gaze became even more vicious. "Not killing you back then was a huge mistake! Fortunately, it's not too late to redeem myself … … "
"Big brother, you talk too much. If you want to kill me, then do it quickly."
As if he couldn't stand the python's entanglement, Huai Shi's face was covered in snot and tears, as if the pain from his wounds was squeezing him to tears.
"Come on, at most eighteen years, no, seventeen years later, you'll be a good man again!"
The Red Glove sneered.
Seventeen years? He didn't have seventeen years left. After his soul was consumed by the goldfish, Huai Shi would become an empty living corpse.
He raised his left hand and suddenly pressed it on Huai Shi's forehead. The goldfish in the fish tank disappeared in an instant.
Huai Shi screamed.
"Scream, scream … Very soon, your five senses will be completely devoured, and you won't be able to feel any pain anymore."
The Red Glove laughed, but when he saw the messy scene around him, he couldn't help but feel sad again. A feeling of being away from home emerged in his heart.
After all, this was not his hometown. Ah, he really missed the moist forest and those little mice …
Thinking of this, he could not help but cry.
But immediately, he was horrified as he realized where the sadness came from … That python, that python was spasming, as if it was crying bitterly. It couldn't even wrap itself around its prey.
But he had no time to care about the snake because at this moment, he suddenly remembered his life after betraying Rome and the heavy price he paid to sneak into the present world.
Thick sadness engulfed him, making his eyes involuntarily shed two lines of blood tears.
"What's going on?"
He looked at the blood tears on his hand in astonishment and struggled to restrain the deep sadness and pain in his heart.
"Ah, it's just a … humidifier, don't worry about it."
In the entanglement of the sad python, Huai Shi, who was in tears, opened his mouth and finally freed his left hand to pull open the waterproof jacket, revealing the cola bottle.
With tape wrapped around the bulletproof vest, there was a humidifier that constantly spewed out gray mist.
At this moment, Huai Shi was unprecedentedly grateful to Yoo Dong-ri, who complained that the weather was too dry and insisted on buying this portable humidifier.
Now, all the ash made by Huai Shi these days and four hundred milliliters of purified water had been poured into the bottle. The two mixed together and became a brand new Coca-Cola.
From the beginning until now, it had been quietly turned on, but the rain was too dense, causing the effect to take a long time to come. And after Huai Shi delayed for so long, the long-accumulated effect finally erupted completely.
Now, a snake, and you, two different kinds of sadness.
It was double the happiness!
In the midst of the intense pain in his forehead, Huai Shi clenched his fist while crying. He summoned the axe, adjusted the angle, and hit his forehead with the back of the axe.
Bang!
He was dizzy.
What was more intense than this was the indescribable anger and madness that burned from the depths of his soul. It was as if his entire body had become a copper cauldron that was suffering.
The sharp impact was transmitted unreservedly through the fish tank to the Red Glove's consciousness. It was as if a broken bell was hit by a hammer. In the buzzing vibration, dark blood seeped out of his ears and nose again.
Immediately after, the goldfish that had burrowed into his brain began to twitch crazily. It kept trying to ram its body in an attempt to escape.
"Since you're already here, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"
Huai Shi gritted his teeth and raised the axe to his forehead again. He spat out a mouthful of blood. The goldfish twitched crazily and soon stopped moving.
Once again experiencing the indescribable disgust, Huai Shi opened his mouth and spat out the purple-black goldfish. Then, he raised the axe in his hand and chopped!
The Red Glove's body shook violently, as if he had been electrocuted. Another crack appeared on the fish tank.
It was not over yet.
Huai Shi turned his head and looked at the writhing python on the ground. He aimed at its head, slowly raised it, and chopped it down!
Bang!
The sound of a balloon exploding came from the Red Glove's hand. There were no more goldfish in his fish tank. It was full of cracks.
After the last bit of effect brought by the incense dissipated, the pain of the soul on the verge of shattering exploded in his consciousness.
He roared in pain, bent down, picked up the pistol he dropped on the ground, and pulled the trigger repeatedly at Huai Shi until the entire magazine was empty.
But through the heavy rain, under the torment of pain, it was difficult for him to aim. Instead, he hit the sports car behind Huai Shi that plunged into the container.
In the loud noise that was enough to send Yoo Dong-ri to the ICU again with a cerebral hemorrhage, the luxurious dashboard completely shattered into a pile of garbage.
Rainwater poured into the car through the broken front window, and electric sparks kept bursting out from the short circuit. For a moment, he didn't know what was triggered, but the radio made a mess of noises, and it actually started playing a CD by itself.
The car stereo that cost a lot of money was completely out of tune. The treble and bass were mixed together, and even the sound of the electric guitar became blurred.
"We were on both sides of the stairs to heaven, talking about the past and the past …"
Through the layers of rain, the singer's voice was like a ghost wandering between the dust and the tombstone. "I thought you had died, died alone, a long, long time ago …"
In the intense dizziness, the Red Glove staggered back, leaned against the container, and tried to gasp for breath.
He had no strength to escape.
Sure enough, in the end, he still fell into the hands of the Astronomy Association.
"You won."
He threw away the pistol and looked coldly at Huai Shi. "Whether it's the lunar prison or the trench cage, you can lock me up anywhere, but don't think you can get anything out of me."
In the silence, only the sound of rain could be heard.
Huai Shi didn't seem to hear it. He just looked back at the broken horn in the sports car in a daze.
"David Bowie?"
He couldn't help but want to praise Old Liu's taste. Although he looked like a country bumpkin who only knew how to listen to music and play rural disco, as long as you love David Bowie, we are friends!
Unfortunately, his friend was now lying in the intensive care unit.
So …
"Let's not talk about those boring things, okay?"
In the spasms and convulsions of pain, he turned his head and sighed tiredly. "I didn't come here to take you somewhere."
He said, "I just want to kill you, or be killed by you —"
Either you die.
Or I die.
It was that simple.
In the silent gaze, the Red Glove's distorted face gradually calmed down. Only coldness and indescribable ferocity remained on his broken face.
"Is it another lunatic? Very good … "
He gritted his teeth and took off his torn coat, revealing his bandaged upper body. Just under the bandages, the muscles riddled with holes slowly bulged.
He beckoned to Huai Shi.
"Come!"
At that moment, in the heavy rain, the axe blade slashed down!
In a trance, Huai Shi only felt that the axe blade seemed to have cut into something hard. Then, he couldn't help but subconsciously … let go and took a step back.
At that moment, he only saw a ray of iron light rise up from the angle of the handle. It flashed past his eyes and cut his hair floating in the wind.
Just a hair's breadth away, and his only remaining left hand and eye would be completely destroyed under this blow.
It was only now that Huai Shi saw the dagger in the Red Glove's hand.
The dagger that was originally hidden close to the inside of his arm was thrown out with a simple movement and landed in his palm. It nimbly turned a circle and appeared in his other hand.
It was like magic.
He attacked step by step.
The Red Glove's muscles were bleeding again. It was obvious that the effect of the Silver Blood Potion had been completely destroyed, but there was still no sign of stopping.
The priority of the attack was not the vital parts exposed by Huai Shi's bulletproof vest, but his left hand!
At this moment, apart from the unerasable killing intent in the Red Glove's heart, there was only a strong sense of fear.
No matter what, he absolutely could not be hit by Huai Shi's weapon … … That thing that looked like an axe not only had the destructive power of material objects, it also had the power to target Origin Substances. It could actually produce a similar effect to a soul attack.
It was a terrifying attack that targeted both the soul and the flesh at the same time.
If it didn't look like a rapier, he would have suspected that Huai Shi's weapon was the famous border relic, the Ash Return Nail.
The current state of the Sacred Mark made it impossible for him to use the Melt skill. If he were to be hit a few more times, his soul would definitely collapse completely.
However, the more he attacked, the more he couldn't help but doubt the skills he had honed for so many years.
Although Huai Shi was incomparably difficult to deal with, every time the Red Glove was sure to kill him, he would clumsily dodge. There were even a few times when he was almost hit by the axe again.
This skill, he was clearly a rookie … … Was it because his intuition was as sharp as a wild beast's, or was it simply good luck?
Once again, the piercing attack aimed at Huai Shi's left eye failed.
Why was it dodged again?
If Huai Shi knew what he was thinking, he would definitely reply: Probably because he died too many times, right?
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