The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

At the critical moment, Feng Yuhuai turned her head swiftly and avoided the fatal attack.

Her ponytail was cut off in an instant, and her hair fluttered like leaves in the wind. A long cut was cut on her side face, and the wound was numb and itchy, as if some tiny living thing was crawling in the wound.

She staggered, and her peripheral vision swept to the wall. A piece of wooden stick was deeply nailed into the wall, and the end trembled slightly, and a few pieces of tiny black chips fell off.

"Ant?"

Feng Yuhuai's pupils shrank suddenly, as sharp as needles.

She wiped her cheek violently, and as far as she could see, there were countless black ants floating in the blood, dead and alive, mixed together, and merged with her blood, which was disgusting.

The disgusting crawling feeling instantly ignited her anger and completely overwhelmed the fear in her heart.

She stopped suddenly, and the strength in her body was instantly stimulated to the extreme. Her waist twisted flexibly like a snake, her legs were tense, and her waist strength led her toes to swing out fiercely.

Hiss——

A sound like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue passed through the air.

Dark No. 2 finally caught up. He raised his arm and blocked it in front of him, as if he was bitten by a poisonous snake. Several pieces of rotten flesh were torn off with the tip of Feng Yuhuai's shoe, hanging in the air, shaking constantly.

He seemed to be unable to feel the pain. A strange black air emanated from his arm. He swung his hand back and his five fingers cut into Feng Yuhuai's tendons like a sharp blade. His movements were fierce and accurate.

Feng Yuhuai was frightened and her movements were sluggish. Only then did she deeply realize that the opponent she was facing was not at the same level of cruelty compared to those classmates who competed with each other in school.

The opponent was not moved by the injury at all. His movements were stable and coherent. Instead, she fell into the danger of switching between offense and defense.

A sharp pain rushed from her ankle to her forehead, and Feng Yuhuai's eyes almost popped out. Her right foot seemed to be cruelly dissected by an invisible butcher's hand, with the tendons torn and the bones twisted into strange angles.

"Broken foot?"

This thought exploded in Feng Yuhuai's mind, her face twisted with fear, and her long hair fluttered in the air.

The desolate scene of her father Feng Ju lying on the hospital bed with a broken arm flashed through her mind.

"No! I must not become a useless person like my father!"

A desperate rage surged in Feng Yuhuai's heart, and she let out a sharp scream, and her body's potential was instantly stimulated. She pulled out her right foot suddenly, and the shoe fell off like a torn cloth, revealing the bloody and shocking sole of her foot.

Feng Yuhuai's heel trembled and touched the ground, and her body was shaky.

The severe pain spreading from the soles of her feet ruthlessly corroded every nerve in her body, and the haze of despair was like a poisonous vine, tightly wrapped around her heart in circles.

Fear, despair, anger, countless emotions entangled and erupted, and the "Snake Power" in Feng Yuhuai's body actually broke through the level on the spot, and was forcibly raised to a higher level.

Her body trembled involuntarily, and then at the moment of inspiration, her footsteps cleverly turned, and her body lightly stuck to the muddy ground.

Her waist twisted flexibly, as if she had turned into a smart snake, sliding lightly along the ground, and the speed was much faster than running with her legs.

The snake power·snake step, a footwork that had never been understood in the past, was understood by Feng Yuhuai between life and death.

In the dark corner of the alley, a bald middle-aged man with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, his pupils flashed with a strange light, and he took in everything in front of him calmly.

He suddenly clapped his hands and laughed, with a bit of praise and teasing in his voice:

"Wonderful, wonderful! On the brink of death, he was able to break through the realm in danger. This root and talent are indeed extraordinary. No wonder he attracted the favor of the puppet mother and became one of the candidate hosts."

"Go, stop that black face, don't let anyone hurt this girl." The middle-aged man said to the motionless figure behind him.

The figure was like a wax figure in a wax museum, with a pale face like wax liquid, without a trace of blood, and his breathing was almost inaudible, his eyes were closed, as if isolated from the world.

After hearing the man's order, he seemed to wake up from a deep sleep and suddenly opened his eyes.

He gently stretched his muscles and bones, and his joints made a strange crackling sound. Then he slowly walked out of the shadows, revealing a simple and honest face like an old farmer.

However, the eyes were completely different. There was only a little black pupil in the pale body, which looked particularly weird and creepy.

Bang.

Just as Dark No. 2 pulled out the ant stick and was about to chase Feng Yuhuai again, he felt a strong smell of bad air coming from the side.

A huge force hit his shoulder, and rotten flesh and pus were scattered all over the ground.

Dark No. 2 groaned in pain, and his movements did not stop. The stick turned with his body, like a knife cutting tofu, piercing the opponent's flesh and slashing it diagonally.

Amid the teeth-grinding sound of cutting flesh, the attacker's abdomen was opened with a hideous hole, and a long section of intestines was cut off, dragging and sliding down, dangling at the root of the thigh, chilly and shocking.

This is almost a fatal injury that will kill you in a battle.

The attacker's face was calm, and he let his intestines hang on his waist. He took a step forward, raised his knees and poked his feet, and stabbed Dark No. 2's lower body rapidly.

The action was fierce and brutal, but there was still no ripple in the dark white kernel.

Dark No. 2 retreated violently, and a look of extreme horror suddenly appeared on his cold, ink-like face that never seemed to be frightened. Even his stuttering became coherent due to fright, and he lost his voice: "Zhang Hao?!!"

Zhang Hao turned a deaf ear to the exclamations of his former companions. He raised his hand, and a dark luster appeared between his fingers, like phosphorus fire in the night, and it went straight towards the heart of Dark No. 2.

Dark-skinned No. 2 was dripping with cold sweat on his forehead as he dodged again and again. His thoughts were almost short-circuited. He couldn't understand why Zhang Hao had become so strange. He seemed to have lost his mind and didn't recognize himself.

He glanced sideways and saw that Feng Yuhuai had fled further and further away, and was about to disappear out of sight. A trace of anxiety flashed in his eyes, and he was about to take a step to catch up, but saw Zhang Hao take a step laterally, and in a strange and tilted posture, he intercepted the ball just right. Stayed in his path.

Dark No. 2's mind was in chaos. He gritted his teeth and took a few helpless steps back. He turned around and walked away quickly, returning to find the delivery person.

The delivery man was not good at force, so he did not follow him. At this moment, he was still staying at home with Yang Tuo's body.

"No, you didn't catch up?"

"Someone helped me stop the other party?"

Feng Yuhuai heard the short and fierce fighting sound behind him, and had no intention of looking back at his savior. He twisted his waist faster, just wanting to escape while they were entangled.

suddenly,

An old and strange voice with a childish voice came into her ears almost close to her cheek: "Girl, you run so fast without even planning to meet your savior. It's too cold-blooded!" "

Feng Yuhuai was frozen in place as if a restraining spell had been cast on him, his neck slowly twisting mechanically.

In the darkness, a bald middle-aged man came into view. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, an unpredictable smile flashed in his eyes, and he stared straight at her.

On his shoulder, there was a grotesque rag doll with missing eyes and an exaggerated slit in the corner of its mouth, revealing a pink tongue. It was smiling at her...? ! !

ps: The protagonist will not be in trouble behind my sister. . . . Don’t worry, I can only say that there is a high probability that you won’t guess the plot, so don’t panic!