Spearman’s Growth Story

“…The smell of blood.”

It’s not a good thing to smell of blood in such a place.

If it was just a general murder, he rashly took action to sanction the murderer, but it would make the truth even more confusing.

[In short, let’s see what’s going on first…]

Moved towards the direction where the smell of blood became thicker, Zhao Huang lost his expression on his face.

“This is—the fluctuation of spirit strength.”

The thing moved towards the worst direction all at once.

Tie the bag in his hand, Zhao Huang walked a few steps to the side of the vending machine and hid the bag behind the machine.

It’s best not to lose the food you can buy.

Then, he glanced at the two cans of cold drinks placed next to the vending machine, and moved towards the forest trail on the left.

Behind him, the Shizhi who was comforted by Qinli, was also following the instructions from the earphones, moving towards trot in the direction of the faint spirit wave fluctuation from Kuangsan.

Unfortunately, she and Zhao Huang went in exactly the same direction.

PS: Start hoarding the manuscripts during the Chinese New Year, and will resume two changes temporarily tomorrow. There is still a third update today.

027 Slayer, should have the consciousness of being killed

Lightly tap the ground with his toes, Zhao Huang silently flashed across the forest trail.

The more you move forward, the unpleasant smell mixed with the smell of soil and grass becomes stronger.

This kind of diffusion rate and concentration is far from enough to just kill a person, even if the blood of the whole body is released.

Many people died, plus the existence of elves.

There is already a second explanation for impossible.

But why is this?

It was just a matter of chatting for a while, why did an incident happen here?

This absolutely impossible is a premeditated, only temporary intention.

Perhaps, the girl named Kuangsan will be the most dangerous elf Zhao Huang has come into contact with so far.

“Da.”

The soles of the feet touched the soil, and then stopped the step after making a faint stepping sound.

You can already see the dry blood on the grass under your feet and on the trunk next to it.

Looking at the blood spattering shape, the scene of the incident is right in front of you.

The right hand stretched out to hold the long spear, Zhao Huang approached cautiously.

After stepping on the last piece of grass that can be seen, Zhao Huang’s eyes are caught in the clearing of the forest that is not covered by sunlight.

The sound of Insect Cry still echoes tirelessly, even if the body is stained with blood, it will not stop crying.

Anywhere you can see is dyed fresh red.

On the surrounding tree trunks, it was as if someone had been holding a bucket of paint spilled over, with large patches of blood spattering everywhere.

He didn’t care about the fragments of the residual limbs mixed in the blood on the ground, Zhao Huang stepped straight into it.

For an ordinary person, this may be a scene that is generally invisible in ordinary daily life. Once you see this scene of distorted horror, you will be mentally incomprehensible because of the absurdity. The impact resulted in the need to pass a rationality check.

However, this does not apply to Zhao Huang. Strictly speaking, his daily life is more bloody than here-after all, he often goes to battlefields full of fighting.

In the beginning it was the time of trial, and then all kinds of work. In terms of tasks, the closest ones are Underground City back then, and Athens back then.

No matter where it is, it is messier than here.

Zhao Huang has long been accustomed to the touch of shoes stepping on a pool of blood.

The smell of stench fills the nasal cavity, and a pool of dark red blood exudes under the shadow of the branches-at the end, there are two silhouettes on the last pure land of this forest clearing.

One of them was paralyzed on this floating island in a pool of blood, a man whose whole body was shaking uncontrollably. His shirt was missing, and his pants got wet from the crotch. On his abdomen, three very neat standard concentric circles were drawn with “paint” that exudes the same smell as a pool of blood.

The person who drew this target is probably a type who is very accustomed to playing prey. Be able to control the opponent, and draw patiently and meticulously to inflict fear on them, and finally let the prey escape to enjoy the pleasure of hunting.

Obviously, the other party is used to taking humans as prey.

“――Aiya?”

It seems a little surprised, the hunter came back to his senses from the pleasure, turned his head and looked towards Zhao Huang.

The hunter didn’t feel the slightest surprise for him carrying long spear, who was also incompatible with quiet daily life.

“Ah, ah, it’s not Shizhi who came here.”