Siren Blade

Chapter 20 Death Will
The demons that possessed my hallucinations definitely did not appear by accident.

Demons, also known as "vicious spirits".There are many spirits in nature, some are left after death, and some are born naturally. Among them, the spirits that are malicious to human beings are collectively called vicious spirits.Some warlocks are good at manipulating vicious spirits to achieve their own goals through various means. Although it does not mean that manipulating vicious spirits is necessarily an evil warlock, vicious spirits are indeed handy in achieving certain evil goals.

Breaking through the seemingly insurmountable barrier between the objective world and the subjective world, and possessing illusions to harm others is a common method used by demons.

With one punch, I killed the demon on the spot, its head ripped apart like a trampled tomato.Even the current me can easily clean it up, which is enough to show that this demon is just a piece of trash.

However, for the person who attacked me from behind, even if it is a trash fish, as long as it plays the role of restraining my attention, it is probably a good trash fish.

This is really quite a thrilling scene, even I thought I was going to die under this sudden assassination, but at the very moment, the perception of dying struggle and the strange experience over the years made me find a way out from the desperate situation , dodged the fatal blow with a low body as if falling down.

And at this moment of avoiding the attack, I also saw clearly the weapon that attacked me and the person holding that weapon.

That weapon turned out to be a bone, to be precise, an old and yellowed femur bone, held in his hand like a short knife.There were a few irregular holes on the side of the bone like a flute, and one end was made sharp. The person who attacked me was trying to stab me in the back with that sharp end.

The person who sneaked up on me was a male with a sinister face, about 30 years old, wearing gray clothes, and the bulging muscles under the clothes could be vaguely seen.

At this moment, his expression was quite ferocious, his facial muscles were all twisted together, his eyes were tearing apart, and he was gnashing his teeth, as if he was expressing his unshakable hatred.When I narrowly escaped death, he still persisted.Before I could regain my balance, he used the bone vessel as a club and swung it towards my temple through the air.

It's amazing, no, it should be taken for granted, because this bone vessel is hollow, and there are many small holes on the surface, so when it was waved through the air, the wind ran in, and a rapid flute sounded.

The sound of the flute contained a strange magic power. As soon as it got into my ears, I felt that the muscles and joints of my whole body froze for a moment.

This bone vessel is indeed a magic weapon!
Since ancient times, the human body has been regarded as a deeply spiritual thing, so all kinds of human sacrifice customs have been formed all over the world, as well as the cruel technique of making the bones left after death into offerings.These terrifying artifacts made of human bones were placed in the era of barbaric tribes whose ethics were completely different from those of modern times, and they have sacred images that people today can hardly imagine.People at the time believed that these things could be used in certain rituals to communicate the will of the heavens, or the gods of the underworld.

But in modern times, it is useless to defend anyway, this is something extremely evil.However, in the hidden world where dirt is easy to hide, this kind of barbaric and cruel craftsmanship has not been lost, but continues to flourish in some places.

The bone implements he held were no doubt made with that ancient technique, and the changes I had brought about were more than stagnation.I even saw corpse spots quickly appearing all over my body, the skin began to rot and damage, dirty pus and blood flowed out from it, and dense maggots drilled out of the carrion.This made me think of the nine-phase map drawn by foreign painters to describe the nine stages of decay after death.

When I think of this, my body can move again for some reason.But at this time, it was absolutely impossible to avoid the attack flexibly, so I had no choice but to raise my badly rotted left arm, and narrowly blocked his swing.

The sound of bones breaking came from inside the left arm, and the pain spread like a burst.

This arm is useless.I am like a bystander, or I ask myself to judge like a bystander.Now is not the time to scream and cry, I must calmly regain my posture.

As for this rotten body covered in scars, even if the posture is successfully regrouped, how can the situation be reversed?That kind of pessimistic thought, it's better not to let it take up my brain memory.I've learned from years of experience that guys who look forward and backward in a fight die faster.

I retreated without hesitation, while the opponent vowed not to give up in pursuit, and once again launched a deadly thrust with bone tools.But compared to the previous two attacks, I have more room to breathe this time, and his attack methods are not tricky.With just one side step, I avoided it smoothly, and his bone vessel was deeply nailed into the solid wall.

With the speed of his attack and the hardness of human bones, it is reasonable to say that it is far from enough to nail into the wall, but this is not an ordinary attack.

In the idiom dictionary, there is a saying of "shooting stones and drinking feathers". According to legend, the ancients regarded stones as tigers on the road, and shot an arrow in panic, but it sank up to the root.Yang Youji and Xiong Quzi in the Spring and Autumn Period, Li Guang in the Han Dynasty, and Li Yuan in the Northern Zhou Dynasty all had such strange experiences.The textbook says that this is the truth about the great potential of human beings in dangerous situations, but the upper limit of the power of bows and arrows depends on the elastic potential energy accumulated by the bow body and bow strings, not on the upper limit of human strength.If you are a warlock, you will have insight into the occurrence of the phenomenon of shooting stones and drinking feathers, which originates from the power of the spirit body that manifests unconsciously.

The person in front of him is nailing bone tools into the wall, which is a disguised form of "shooting stones and drinking feathers", which is a typical manifestation of spiritual power.

But this is really an untimely attack power, because he still needs to pull out the bone vessel again, and this creates an instant flaw.I saw the opportunity and counterattacked with a kick; he blocked it hastily and was knocked back ten meters away.

I checked myself as I regained my posture.

Surprisingly, the body, which was still like carrion, has returned to normal at this time.The rotting insects and abnormalities just now seem to be just my hallucinations.

No, it must be more than a hallucination. I deeply felt that most of my physical strength was exhausted for no reason, and my muscles also felt extremely tired as if they would not rebound after pressing down.If the rotten hallucination just now continues, it will definitely change from hallucination to reality.

If it were me in the past, I wouldn't take such "little things" to heart at all.To put it more bluntly, the past me was actually immortal with the support of "it".It is a trivial matter to have the heart punctured, even if the head is shattered, it will grow back all of a sudden, it is like turning on the cheating device in the real world, and now there is no such cheating level condition.

"...So you have the knowledge of the Nine-Phase Diagram? This is not good in the information age. Anyone can be a generalist..." The opponent panted heavily, and finally spoke.

Combining the series of confrontations just now, my own experience, and my sharper "awareness" in times of life-and-death crisis, I have almost judged the truth of that weapon.

"If I'm not mistaken, the sound made by your weapon will make the human body mistakenly think that it is dead, and then be immobilized and let others slaughter it." I said, "But if the recruiter has the knowledge of the nine-phase diagram, he will Even though he can move, he will see his body decay in nine stages, and he will die after completing the nine stages... Is that so."

"Humph..." His response told me I was right.

"And... you are the perverted killer who wandered around Liucheng recently." I said, "I remember it was called 'Old Bone'?"

Hearing this, the old bone seemed to be very angry and laughed back, "You said I was a 'perverted murderer', it really taught me to be fearful, Li Duo, the devil!" When he finished speaking, his tone was already roaring.

Sure enough, he knows my identity... As I thought about it, I said, "If it's convenient, can you remove the word 'devil'?"

He smiled contemptuously, "What's the matter, Li Duo the devil, are you so afraid that others will call you a devil?"

This is not true, but the title "Majin Lido" is a bit like a character who escaped from a comic.

I will be 20 years old in half a year, and I don't really want to claim this style of name.

By the way, when I kicked him out just now, I secretly triggered the alarm function of the gray bracelet. Now the Liucheng Security Bureau should have known what happened to me, and if there happened to be law enforcement warlocks nearby, they should be rushing over .I'm going to try to hold him here with dialogue.

"Why did you ambush me?" I asked, "Do you have a grudge against me?"

"You ask me... do you have any grudges? You..." His face changed several times, and the fingers holding the bone vessel turned white, as if he was so angry that he was about to break the bone vessel, "How dare you forget me? You You did those things to me...and now!"

"Those things?" I observed his face carefully, but I still couldn't remember who it was.

Perhaps it was not what I did to him, but what I did to his acquaintances.There are too many people who unfortunately died at the hands of me during the demon period in the past years. It can really be called a bloody feud.

Thinking about it this way, being ambushed here today is not an accident, and my future life will definitely be accompanied by the blood debt I personally piled up in the past.

In the end, I will definitely die badly.

But he seemed to be sure that I should remember him, combined with his speech, did I really do cruel things to him before?
It seems that there are some signs.In fact, I didn't kill people when I saw them in the devil period. It's better to say that most of the time I would arrest them and take them back to my hiding place.And when some accident happened, for example, when my hiding place was found by a law enforcement warlock and had to be moved, someone would definitely survive from my clutches.Sometimes it even happens that the person I catch happens to be a warlock. People like me and those warlocks often meet each other in the vortex of wonderful fate. In that case, it is normal to be escaped.

Maybe he was also the one who survived from me back then, and most of the acquaintances were also taken away, but he didn't survive like him—I think this speculation should be more reliable.

Then, he is going to take revenge on me now - I have no intention of evading the fact that my former enemy seeks revenge on me. If I die at the hands of the other party, then I deserve it.

But if the enemy is also a perverted murderer, the nature of the matter is different.I was not in the mood to hand over my life to him for nothing.

"It seems that you really don't remember..." He said with great hatred.It felt like he was about to explode.

I want to continue to delay him with dialogue, but this kind of thing is really not my specialty, and I can only throw out such a sentence, "Why don't you remind me a few more words, maybe I will be able to recall it soon .”

"Hint? It's not necessary. I'll knock you down here. But I won't kill you right away. You'll have a lot of time to recall later. At that time, you'll regret why you didn't commit suicide early, and hate those people from the Security Bureau. Why didn't people sentence you to death a few days ago." He said resentfully, "When I heard about that incident, I scratched my head and couldn't figure out why it turned out like this. The legendary column Lack...he led a team to surprise you, but you were defeated in that battle, even the monsters you raised were killed, and you were imprisoned in the prison of the Security Bureau...Obviously after that, you were sentenced to death. The death penalty, or even torture, is not an exaggeration, but under such a messy procedure, they are cunningly exempted from the death penalty, or even from all punishment! I have only seen the heinous criminals acquitted by the court in the news before I didn't expect that such evils will be rewarded with good things will happen to my enemies!"

I said sincerely: "It is useless for you to protest to me about this kind of thing. I have also protested to the Security Bureau."

"Protest? What's there to protest! I've heard the laughter in your heart. You must be silently laughing at those blind-eyed warlocks in black and the dead souls who cursed you in the underworld! It's all up to you As expected, yes...you knew from the beginning that you would not be sentenced to death!" He roared out of anger, like a young man accusing society of injustice, I almost forgot that he was also a murderer, "But... this also gave me a chance, a chance to take revenge with my own hands! You have lost almost all of your power. Even if you are stronger than the average person now, you are limited. The remaining power must only burn for a little longer. , can't resist the warlock... can't resist me!"

"Really? You've been chattering so much... it's your guilty conscience." I said, "Since you're so confident, why are you still standing there? You just got kicked by me, and all your courage is gone." Exhausted?"

His expression froze.

It's not good, I want to delay him with dialogue, why did I start to provoke him.

But it wasn't all provocation just now.

While he was roaring angrily, I also vaguely felt eyes peeking at my expression.It's not just the smell of hatred, I've already smelled it, the cowardly smell of him who deeply fears me, wants to crush me, and wants to run away from my sight crying loudly.

Although I still can't remember what I did to him before, it seems that the tactic of delaying time can no longer be used.

I heard that he is a psycho killer who has been active since two or three years ago, so he is my junior.

Let me, a highly respected senior in the world of psycho killers, teach this young junior a lesson on how to be a psycho killer that everyone expects.

Tuition is his life.

I silently made the determination to die together, and took a step towards him; but his face changed slightly, and he retreated reflexively.

(End of this chapter)