star hunter

What kind of existence would a powerful supernatural being who went crazy become?

Huo Jing has seen how strong Zong Zheng is. He once thought that it would be difficult for the supernatural beings in the "isolated island" to find someone who is better than him.

But he ignored that what he had seen was only the serious and self-disciplined Zong Zheng, not the crazy and crazy Zong Zheng.

The former has principles and a bottom line, while the latter... has no taboos.

There are people everywhere in the hospital. This is not surprising at all. There are already many people in the hospital, but at this moment, it seems that the people filling the wards, corridors and corridors are no longer living people, but wandering spirits.

Their eyes were blank, their expressions were dull, and they walked through the aisles in groups, like a grand sleepwalking.

Huo Jing didn't even frown in the face of the siege of alien species, but he was frightened into a cold sweat by a group of ordinary people who seemed to have no fighting power.

He knew that they were haunted.

As for why it became like this, he is also well aware.So now it's time to find the perpetrator.

But he looked around and did not see Zong Zhengzheng.

Huo Jing's right eye twitched, always feeling that if he didn't find Zong Zheng quickly, things would get worse.

But the corridor was crowded with people, and there was nowhere to find a place to step down. It was not a big deal, just squeezed through.

But at this time, Huo Jing was facing a group of people who had lost their souls, but remembered an old saying with a superstitious color - sleepwalkers should not be disturbed.

As for what would happen after the interruption, no one had told him.

A trance suddenly hit him, and his footsteps actually hesitated and stopped, but it was not because of that old saying that he didn't know the truth or falsehood, but because of the supernatural power.

Zong Zhengzheng's runaway mental power was like an out-of-control flood, flooding rapidly, wave after wave, and he could not avoid it.

The feeling of dizziness became more and more severe, and his consciousness was being taken away little by little. Huo Jing knew very well that if this continued, sooner or later he would become a member of the "wandering soul".

He gritted his teeth, pulled out the dagger from his waist, and ruthlessly pierced it into his left arm.

Immediately, the arm was bleeding profusely, and the severe pain spread, but it made Huo Jing's whole body tremble, and his mind temporarily regained consciousness.

But just when he made up his mind to squeeze into the crowd, he was surprised to find that all the sleepwalkers were staring at him with wide-eyed eyes, countless gazes focused on his face, which inexplicably made Huo Jing shudder.

Their reactions were weird, like people who were dreaming... suddenly awakened.

Huo Jing was startled suddenly, and subconsciously grabbed the handle of the gun, and almost at the same time, a man in hospital clothes made a strange cry and rushed towards him.

He seemed to be the leader. Immediately afterwards, the others followed suit. Huo Jing knew it was wrong, but he was sick and had no intention and power to tangle with them. In desperation, he had to shoot.

He tried his best to avoid the fatal parts, the purpose was just to make the other party incapacitated, but after all, he only had one gun on him, and the bullets were limited, so he didn't want to waste all of them on these people.So after injuring several people, he broke through the crowd and forcibly opened a passage, trying to escape this wave of "wandering souls" as soon as possible.

His intuition told him that these people suddenly became manic and out of control, which probably had something to do with his bleeding.

But in this situation, he really couldn't think of any other way.

After finally squeezing through the corridor, there was another strange movement behind him. Huo Jing looked back and his scalp went numb.

Perhaps it was because of getting away from him, the only prey, this group of extremely aggressive "wandering souls" began to kill each other.

Any object that can be grasped in the hand has become a weapon. If you can't find it, you can still go into battle with your bare hands and a mouthful of white teeth.

The fight of a group of people soon saw blood, and the smell of blood stimulated the viciousness of the people, so the scene became more and more violent.

This vicious circle gave Huo Jing a headache, but he didn't stay too long, because he didn't know how long he could last. Every minute and every second of being sober now is very precious, and he has to do it before the situation completely collapses. Find Zong Zheng.

As for what to do next... Huo Jing's eyes sank, and he clenched the gun in his hand.

At the beginning, he had no idea where Zong Zhengzheng was, but soon, he saw some clues from those puppets who controlled him——he walked up the stairs, and the people on the higher floor would be demonized. The more startled I became.

He can roughly guess the opponent's position.

Getting rid of countless "sleepwalkers" along the way, Huo Jing was almost unsteady when he reached the rooftop.

He was still recovering from his injuries. In order to avoid being affected by the power of Zong Zhengzheng's dream, he was forced to self-mutilate, and he bled a lot. Now his whole body is very weak and his physical condition is quite bad.

However, compared to these visible and palpable pains, what made Huo Jing even more flustered was that the closer he was to Zong Zhengzheng, the more confused he became. He had to stop, but not for rest, but for He took out the dagger again.

But before he injured himself for the second time, Zong Zheng appeared without a sound.

>>>

When Su Xian and Zheng Fei arrived, the situation was already quite bad. The people who fell into the nightmare were entangled by all kinds of dark sides in their hearts, which aroused the hostility in their characters, and became aggressive and violent.

The white tiles in the hospital were already stained red with blood, and there were sticky pools of blood all over the floor, red and black, and a blood-stained person lay on the ground every few steps, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

The bloody smell soared into the sky, and Zheng Fei almost vomited, but he didn't want to lose his composure in front of Su Xian, so he could only hold back.

Su Xian looked at those people who were fighting with ferocious faces, and his heart sank. He knew that something must have happened to Zong Zhengzheng.

He really didn't expect that things would turn out like this - it turned out that they didn't simply want Zong Zhengzheng to die, but to ruin his reputation.

It looks like they've done it.

No matter what the truth behind this bloody case was, Zong Zhengzheng could hardly absolve himself of the responsibility for so many casualties.

What should I do next?

Su Xian heard Zheng Fei who was beside him asking questions in panic. He turned his face and glanced at him. Before he could say anything, he found that the communicator in his pocket vibrated.

He took it out and took a look, and found that Huo Jing had left it for him. The message was only three words, very simple but very important.

"On the roof."

Su Xian raised his head and stared at Zheng Fei: "The Zongju is on the top of the building, I have to rush there immediately, you stay here and let those people calm down."

Zheng Fei opened his mouth wide: "I, I can't do it..."

"Use the power." Su Xian looked serious, "I heard that your power is a sonic attack... It should be no problem to get rid of these people."

"But..." Zheng Fei was still uneasy, "I can't control it well, I'm afraid I'll overdo it if I'm not careful..."

Su Xian shook his shoulder vigorously, with an uncharacteristically cold tone: "No matter what, it won't be worse than now. Listen to me, I will take care of everything."

"However, if you are in this building, you will also be affected..."

"It's okay, everything depends on you!"

Su Xian patted him heavily on the shoulder, Zheng Fei's lips moved, and wanted to say something, but in a blink of an eye, the boss had disappeared.

He froze in place for a while, gritted his teeth, and walked towards those "wandering souls" with stiff steps.

>>>

As soon as Su Xian arrived on the rooftop, he found Huo Jing standing not far from him, holding a gun up to his temple.

His eyes were slack, his movements were stiff, and he had no sense of self-consciousness at a glance.

The moment he pulled the trigger, Su Xian threw him down suddenly, and the bullet narrowly passed Huo Jing's scalp, scraping a piece of flesh and blood.

In order to prevent him from continuing to control, Su Xian simply knocked Huo Jing unconscious.

But before he could get up, his neck was caught off guard and his breathing was almost blocked.

In desperation, he grabbed the gun in Huo Jing's hand, pointed it at the lower abdomen of the person behind him, and fired.

Zong Zheng let out a muffled snort, and the strength in his arm loosened a bit. Su Xian bent his right elbow and slammed backwards heavily.

He wanted to completely subdue Zong Zhengzheng with one bullet, but Su Xian was unlucky to find that what he had just used was the last bullet of that gun.

In desperation, he had no choice but to turn the gun around, and the butt of the gun slammed on Zong Zhengzheng's forehead, causing his head to bleed immediately.

The blood spilled over the corners of his eyes, making his eyes even redder. Su Xian caught a glimpse of his tiny shadow in the turbid redness.

Zong Zheng stared at him with straight eyes, his nasolabial folds became deeper and deeper, his hair was also gray and white, and his whole body was gloomy, as if he had aged ten years overnight.

"That's Huo Jing!" Su Xian asked with mixed feelings, "How did you manage to do it..."

Zong Zheng seemed to have never heard of his questioning, and he still had that expression. Su Xian knew that there was a high probability that he had lost his mind, otherwise it would be impossible to attack Huo Jing.

That's okay, Su Xian closed his eyes, since that's the case, then he doesn't have any worries, anyway, the person in front of him is just a shell.

Maybe killing him is more kind than letting him live like a walking dead.

He threw away the empty gun, drew out the dagger, and was about to ruthlessly stab him in the heart when Zong Zheng's lips moved and he suddenly let out a cry.

"Su Xian."

There was a sense of sadness in that calm voice, not crazy at all, which made Su Xian's hand holding the knife tremble.

As a result, his movements slowed down a bit.

In this way, he was seized by his teacher. Zong Zheng suddenly grabbed the blade and at the same time slammed his head at Su Xian.

Su Xian was dizzy from being hit, but he still held the dagger tightly, while the other end of the thin blade was held in Zong Zhengzheng's hand, and the two were in a stalemate for a moment.

It seemed to be evenly matched, but Su Xian knew that he was at a disadvantage—his consciousness was being seized inch by inch, and he knew that he was being dragged into Zong Zheng's dream step by step.

His vision was already blurry, and he couldn't even see Zong Zhengzheng's face clearly.

He is really out of his mind...

Even though he knew that his life was hanging by a thread, Su Xian didn't feel much fear, instead he felt a little sad, not for himself, but for Zong Zheng.

He shouldn't have ended like this.

He was highly respected and made outstanding achievements. He dedicated his whole life to this city, but at the end of the day, he died with such a hideous face.

This is so unfair.

Maybe people like them who are at the end of the road are not qualified to care about such things as "fairness".

Su Xian suddenly felt something flow out of his eyes.

But those were not tears, but blood, which also overflowed from his nasal cavity, ear holes, and mouth.

Zong Zheng also had the same symptoms.

The building below him trembled faintly, and the sound of broken glass doors and windows penetrated vaguely into his eardrums.

It's Zheng Fei.

Zong Zheng fell down slowly, pressing heavily on his shoulder.

Su Xian vaguely heard him talking.

"I'm sorry... I left you a mess..."

The blood in his mouth and nose soaked into Su Xian's collar, and he clearly felt that Zong Zhengzheng's blood was getting cold little by little.

Su Xian looked at the desolate night sky, exhausted his last bit of strength, and stabbed the dagger into the back of his heart.

The cold wind passed by, and the warm blood was sprinkled all over the ground. After all, it was completely cold.