Soul echo

Chapter 28
The knife and the sword descended from the sky carrying the moonlight, and cut off the giant baby's arm.

The spirit body didn't feel pain, and the broken arm just collapsed, turning into countless small souls and gathering on the giant baby again.

The giant baby was sobbing, staring at Zhong Ye who stood in front of the woman with his big one-eyed eyes.

Zhong Ye also looked up at it, vaguely guessing, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Run, get out of here." Gripping his weapon tightly, Zhong Ye said in a deep voice to the woman behind him without turning his head, "The undead on the road are cleared, if you meet other mercenaries, you can ask them to protect you to go to the moon god." church."

"Thank you, thank you..." After stammering thanks, the woman hurriedly turned around and staggered away.

"mama?"

The giant baby looked away from Zhong Ye, wanting to pass Zhong Ye and chase after the woman.

Zhong Ye swung his sword, cut off one arm of the giant baby again, and drew its attention back.

The moody aggregate lowered its huge head, and Zhong Ye's figure was once again reflected in countless eyes.

Looking at the single-eyed, pure and flawless pupils, Zhong Ye took a deep breath of the cold air, and put on a posture of silent luck.

The arms converged again, and this time, the giant baby chose to lift it high and smash it down hard.

Zhong Ye's figure disappeared in place, two beams of light passed under the giant baby's body, and small soul fragments flowed out from the wound, returning to nature with regret.

The giant baby grew several eyes behind it, and several arms sprouted from the ankles, and they grabbed the lightning-fast figure one after another.

Zhong Ye touched the ground with his toes, jumped up, passed between the gaps in his arms, and somersaulted down.

The giant baby sat up, turned its upper body abruptly, turned its front and back in the same direction, swept its arms across the roofs on both sides of the street, pulled down countless tiles, billowed thick smoke and dust, and slapped the ground with its palms.

The earth trembled, shaking the surrounding houses, and screams followed.

Hearing the female voice mixed with those voices, the giant baby turned his head to look over. Zhong Ye, who had just escaped from the thick smoke, had to stop and charged again.

The muscles in his legs suddenly exerted strength, sending his body up to the height of a three-story building. Zhong Ye took a deep breath, twisted his body forcefully in the air, and penetrated into the giant baby's interior like a whirlwind. Polymer body.

Deprived of the right to come into the world before birth, strangled to death just after birth, and abandoned by the side of the road...

There is not even a specific soul among them. The child's soul is too weak, and once it dies, it is equivalent to being broken, and it cannot survive without a coincidence.

They are just fragments, a collection of concepts of 'children who died young'.

Nostalgia, sadness and love bring them together, but resentment, disgust and numbness give them form—just like what happened to them, their birth is not accepted by anyone and cursed by everyone.

Zhong Ye got out of the giant baby's body, and the moment his feet hit the ground, he almost collapsed.

His head was covered with cold sweat, and he looked back in astonishment.

"you……"

The ignorant monster touched the cracks on its body and turned around to face Zhong Ye again.

They are fragments, defenseless, and can read thoughts and memories just by touching them.

Zhong Ye's lips trembled slightly. He seemed to have lived countless lives just now, but from birth to death, the longest one was only half a year.

They are the children of prostitutes, but they are not allowed to have children of their own; they are the children of mistresses, but the noble lady does not want them to live;

From birth, even from the time they are conceived, they are doomed to be sad.

The facts were crueler than guessed, Zhong Ye was silent for a moment, and chose to hold his weapon tightly.

"Wow!"

The giant baby screamed and punched clumsily.

The illusory giant fist came into his eyes, Zhong Ye retreated quickly, breathed silently, tensed his muscles suddenly, stopped and stepped back, raised his serious eyes, and reflected the figure of the giant baby in his mind.

Although the memory of those children who died young has begun to fade, Zhong Ye still wants to remember them.

After confirming that the appearance of the giant baby was engraved into his memory, he strode forward with the sword in his hand, and the scriptures on the sword seemed to echo, blooming with even stronger brilliance.

The giant baby waved its arms and swept across the ground, but Zhong Ye jumped up high before his arms touched his body, so high that the giant baby had to raise his head to see it.

With his back facing the blood moon, there was darkness in front of him, only a pair of eyes were bright, filled with solemnity.

"drink!"

The sword, light and sword shadow suddenly fell, cutting the face of the aggregate, and the giant baby raised his hand to stroke it, but fell backwards.

The moment it landed, the speed suddenly exploded, and the sword in his hand drew a stream of light, continuously slicing through the giant baby's body, splitting its spirit body into pieces.

But then, the giant baby's body condensed again, feeling that Zhong Ye wanted to tear them apart, it finally felt fear and anger, and raised its head and yelled.

"Whoa!!!"

The sound like the roar of a giant beast rushed through the entire street, countless doors and windows moved in response to the sound, and tiles flew.

The Aggregate no longer retains its infant form, giving birth to deformed limbs and transforming into a complete monster.

There are seventy or eighty slender or thick arms propped on the roof of the house, hoisting their torso, exhaling cold air, and every time their chest rises and falls, the surrounding heat is sucked away.

Zhong Ye keenly noticed this, bumped the sword in his hand, sparked sparks, and jumped up to a roof lightly.

Can't delay any longer!
Thoughts flashed through his mind, Zhong Ye started to run, and swung his sword at the arm that suddenly protruded from the aggregate.

Cutting, splitting, beheading, each arm was cut off neatly without touching Zhong Ye's body.

The aggregate let out a frightening scream, and opened its mouth to spew out a stream of cold air.

Zhong Ye turned his footsteps and moved sideways.

The cold air chased his figure across the house, freezing everywhere.

After exhaling for a while, the aggregate had to stop to take a breath, and Zhong Ye seized this opportunity to charge again.

A sword and a sword are danced by him tightly, and his superb skills seem to have improved under the pressure.

As Zhong Ye approached quickly, the aggregate felt terrified, and the remaining limbs hurriedly pulled the torso and fled away.

Zhong Ye would not let it go. Although he felt sad and sympathetic to what happened to them, he would not let it hurt others either.

Take a deep breath, filling your lungs with air.

Every cell in the body seems to be stretched, taking in the oxygen and supernatural factors flowing in the blood vessels, and feeding back energy.

The breath circulates through the limbs along the meridians, vibrating every muscle, blood vessel, and nerve.

A few tiles of the house under his feet suddenly exploded, and Zhong Ye used his strength to glide in the air, skimming over several streets.

As he got closer to the aggregate, the muscles in his arms swelled, and his eyes opened angrily, engraving that deformed figure in his heart.

"--cut!"

The sound was like thunder, and the silver light suddenly fell.

The mercenaries who were attracted by the huge aggregate saw a flash of light, and the blood moon light passed through the monster's body and fell on the ground.

The boots plowed two marks on the ground, Zhong Ye finally stopped his charge, exhaled a few breaths of white air, wiped off the frost on his eyebrows, and looked up at the sky.

The aggregate was split into two, but this time they could not be condensed again. The left half of the body and the right half of the body reached out to the other half at the same time, trying to close themselves, but...

Watching the huge body gradually dissipate, wisps of smoke drifting away with the wind, Zhong Ye lowered his eyes, turned around and flashed his sword at the other undead.

The scriptures on the sword are dark, and the whole body reflects light.

With a flick of his wrist, Zhong Ye shook Ningshuang off, and strode forward, cutting through several long streets with swords and swords.

At this moment, he felt something, but he looked around and couldn't find anything that made him feel uneasy.

Frowning slightly, he was about to continue his action when he heard a shout resounding through the sky: "It's on fire! Put out the fire!"

how come? !

The sound was not far away, and it was still in a civilian area. In this special period, no one should use candles. In other words, did someone set the fire on purpose?
(End of this chapter)