There was a unique kind of beauty about the woman, it was thick and seductive. It carried with it the scent of blood, it would make anyone who saw it shudder and fall for it.
Just the corner of her lips curled up, and that smile made the blood mist pale in comparison.
The ugly half of the pig's mask formed a stark contrast with the other half of the flawlessly fair face. It was a shock to anyone who saw it.
The single-eyed monster saw the woman's smile as well. Its roar weakened and the red eyes reflected the woman's shadow. Black blood leaked out from its crooked mouth, revealing jagged teeth that were stained with broken flesh.
It took a step forward and noticed the woman's gaze was still fixed somewhere.
Then it seemed to understand something as it turned around to look behind it.
When the pig-faced monster turned its neck, the woman in the blood mist suddenly picked up speed without warning.
The blood mist swirled behind her. The curses were mixed in the blood mist. The table knife that was as thin as a cicada's wing morphed into a bright red line, the sharpness felt like it could slice through the whole dirty world.
"Bang!"
The heavy cleaver blocked the table knife. The immense force knocked the woman back. But at that moment, the woman with her shirt dyed red moved in a way that a living person would not be able to do.
The table knife in her hand split into many. The pig-faced monster had no idea how the knives appeared. It only saw itself block the woman's first attack and then the table knife in the woman's hand bloomed like a flower of blood.
The sharp blades sliced through the black veins on the pig-faced monster's arm.
Blood gushed out. The woman landed steadily. She gripped the knife in her hand. She looked at the pig-faced monster not like she was looking at a living creature but more like she was looking at some kind of food waiting to be processed.
Different from the pig-faced monster's wild and violent attack, the woman aimed at the monster's weakest spot every time she attacked. She appeared to want to dismember the monster while it was still alive.
This was probably how the best chef would maintain the freshness of the ingredients until the last moment before delivering death as a gift.
With one eye blinded and a serious injury to its chest, the 3 metres tall pig-faced monster appeared clumsy before the woman, like a piece of meat on a chopping board.
Blood splattered everywhere. The air became moist, and the blood mist became thicker.
The pig-faced monster's movements slowed down. It realized that it was no match for the woman. Perhaps it might have had a chance if it was not injured, but if it continued to fight, death was only a matter of time.
His heart was beating a retreat, and his movements were more defensive.
When the pig-faced monster forced the woman back again, it turned around and ran without hesitation.
The woman was very agile and fast. It could only escape with all its might in order to survive.
The monster that lived by slaughtering was now being hunted down. His mind, which was dominated by hunger, began to worry that he would be put on the table and become someone else's food.
The pig-faced monster was completely distracted by the woman behind it, so it did not notice a pair of emotionless eyes staring at its neck from a dark corner of the alleyway.
The heavy footsteps came closer and closer. Han Fei had been lying in wait for this moment.
Gu Jun was never a forgiving person. In the cryptic world, forbearance and tolerance would only encourage the other party to take advantage of him. But if he was a vengeful person, the other party would consider the consequences before doing anything to him.
Because if he failed to kill the other party in one fell swoop, the other party would come for revenge.
The pig-faced monster had made this mistake. Its mind dominated by hunger caused it to make the wrong choice.
Camping Han Fei's body was the only chance it had to kill Han Fei. Unfortunately it did not make use of it.
It didn't kill Han Fei, but Han Fei wasn't going to let it live.
When the pig-faced monster was facing off against the woman, Han Fei had already calculated the distance between him and the monster. His next move had been simulated many times in his mind.
Han Fei adjusted his breathing and retracted all his presence. He was like a dead body that was tossed at the corner of the alleyway.
The heavy footsteps finally approached. Accompanied by the pungent smell of blood and stench, the pig-faced monster raced to the corner of the alleyway.
It could not care less about the gaping hole in its chest anymore, it even stepped on its own dangling organs.
It was covered in blood and its body was in excruciating pain but it did not dare to think about anything else.
Run! Run!
The strong will to live forced it to stay away from the woman behind it. It focused all its attention on its back, ignoring its surroundings.
With a mind dominated by hunger, how could it understand the cunning of a living human?
At the end of the alleyway, when the pig-faced monster approached, a figure suddenly appeared from the darkness!
Han Fei had timed everything perfectly, including the pig-faced monster's movement. He even predicted the pig-faced monster's first reaction when it saw him.
"Die!"
Without hesitation, the black anaconda slithered into the ghost tattoo. Han Fei did not care if his body was injured a second time. The murderous intent in his heart surged, it could no longer be contained!
His body that was strengthened by the ghost tattoo radiated thick Yin energy. Han Fei leaped into the air and lunged at the pig-faced monster's neck.
With his eyes glued to the monster, Han Fei used the fastest speed he could muster to plunge the bone-paring knife into the pig-faced monster's neck!
"Ahhh!"
The veins on his arms popped. Han Fei gripped the hilt and wanted to lop off the pig-faced monster's head but unfortunately his stamina was not enough.
The bone-paring knife stopped halfway. The large pig-faced monster raised the ridiculously large cleaver in its hand.
The monster's reaction was within Han Fei's expectation. He was unable to pull out the bone-paring knife so he let go and left the knife in the pig-faced monster's neck.
The bone-paring knife carried the souls of a family of 6. The souls of those who were killed by the pig-faced monster carried a strong hatred towards all pig-faced monsters.
The cracked bone-paring knife was not actually sharp, it was the hatred that was sharp.
Once the knife pierced through the pig-faced monster's body, the hatred would crawl around its body.
The monster who was focused on running for its life did not expect that there would be a person hiding at the corner of the alleyway.
The butchers at Cattle Alley were all loners but these two seemed to have planned this beforehand. They cooperated with each other seamlessly.
With a gaping wound on its chest, one of its eyes was poked blind and the bone-paring knife stabbed into its neck, no matter how tenacious the pig-faced monster was, it was at the end of its rope.
Its running speed obviously slowed down. When the blood fog closed in, its eyes that were filled with hunger showed fear for the first time.
"Even you can feel fear?" Han Fei had already done what he wanted to do. He quickly retreated.
The bright red fog enveloped the alleyway. Stepping on the blood stains on the ground, the half-masked woman chased after the pig-faced monster like the Grim Reaper.
She was very fast and agile. The pig-faced monster could not even touch the edge of her shirt. It could only watch as the wounds on its body increased.
Its arms and legs were almost dismembered. The large monster was merely a slightly larger ingredient in the woman's hands.
As the last blood line slid down, the pig-faced monster's arm that was wielding the cleaver fell to the ground. It was a shocking scene to behold.
It was as if the woman had cut down the lines of muscle. Even in a high-intensity battle, she easily found the gaps between the bones and the weak points of the meridians.
Only God knew how many living creatures she had dissected to have such skill.
There was a unique beauty to her carnage, it was like a blood red art.
Han Fei hugged the black anaconda that had just crawled out from the ghost tattoo. He was stunned.
The half-masked woman paced through the rain of blood. She walked softly, leaving behind the neatly sliced carcass on the ground.
The pig-faced monster was still wailing but it had lost the ability to resist. It was like a piece of meat on a chopping board.
'This is such cruelty and madness but why do I feel an indescribable sense of beauty?'
The woman did not let the pig-faced monster get close to Han Fei, she did not approach Han Fei either.
This confused Han Fei. When the pig-faced monster was dying, Han Fei walked out from the darkness and approached the woman.
But to his surprise, when she saw him coming, the woman stopped what she was doing. She gave up on the pig-faced monster on the ground and retreated, hiding herself in the blood mist.
Separated by the monster's dismembered body, Han Fei and the woman stood on opposite sides of the alley.
After a moment's hesitation, Han Fei gave the name.
"Xu Qin?"
The woman in the fog did not nod or shake her head. She merely pointed at the mask on her face and signaled for Han Fei to stop.
The woman appeared to be in a state of madness. Even from afar, Han Fei could smell the thick stench of blood and murderous intent from her.
Her clothes were soaked in blood and the eyes under the mask were filled with curses.
She appeared to be on the verge of losing control, this reminded Han Fei of what happened earlier.
The curse could give Xu Qin power but it would also cause her to lose herself. That kind of negative energy could only be neutralized by continuous consumption.
Han Fei knew Xu Qin had her own difficulties but he still walked forward with determination.
It was a simple logic, when faced with a difficult situation, at least two people could share the burden and rely on each other.
Seeing Han Fei approach, the woman retreated back into the fog. She pointed at the mask on her face again. The ugly mask appeared to have merged with her face.
"Is it because of that mask that you won't let me pass?"
Han Fei took out an incomplete mask from his pocket. He turned to the woman in the fog and raised his hand to put the mask on his face.
"If you think putting on the mask will turn you into a monster, then I'll go with you."
Pressing the button in his mind to control his emotions, Han Fei used his master level acting to allow his emotions and memory to settle down. He really was going to put on the mask.
But just as the mask was about to touch his face, the fog surged and a sharp blade sliced the mask off from the side.
Looking at the broken pieces of the mask, Han Fei raised his head. The woman in the red dress had already walked to stand before him.
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