Xiyao

When the first person died, people were shocked and outraged.

When the second and third people died, people started to fear.

The fourth, the fifth... By the time No. 15 died, most of them were already numb.

In the face of this weird "plague", life is as fragile as a butterfly in the palm of a person. It flutters and wants to escape, but it can't bear the gentle grip of fate.

Chu Jiangli had an illusion.

While he was constantly searching, an unbelievable thought suddenly popped into his mind.

He remembered the innocent and cruel games of the children next door that he had glimpsed not long after he came to Tobi City.

They poured boiling water into a circle, trapped the ants in it, and watched the tiny creature "stupidly" crawl left and right with a smile. They couldn't escape no matter what, and were easily blocked by the pouring boiling water.

Chu Jiangli had the illusion that he was the ant.

Standing on an isolated island, struggling with all my might in vain.

The opponent is an existence that is too huge for him to comprehend, possesses supreme power, and can easily judge his life or death.

During the past ten days, he had trouble sleeping and eating, couldn't eat, couldn't sleep well, he lost weight rapidly, his eye sockets were sunken, his complexion was haggard, and he couldn't find a trace of the handsomeness that Ruan Zhi had teased.

However, perhaps because he was haggard so far, his cold sharpness like a weapon finally showed his clues.

The whole person is like an ancient sword out of its sheath, with mottled and rusty spots on the blade, which is still sharp and majestic.

He has changed a lot.

In front of the corpses one by one, he became more and more silent, and the emotion in his eyes became colder and colder.

The only thing that hasn't changed is his determination.

General Chu has made up his mind to fight to the death with that invisible opponent.

During the long chase, he figured out part of the law of the opponent's actions.

The killing only happened after the first watch at night, and it continued every day.

Although there is no fixed number of people and locations, the opponent will give priority to the single target, and will kill with one hit.

It will not attack people inside the house, only those who are outside at night.

So Chu Jiangli spent a few days telling everyone not to go out no matter what happened that night.

The watch and night watch were stopped, creating an extreme situation where he was alone.

Although it is more likely to be killed by more people, even if there are only two people, it will confuse the judgment of the target of the first strike.

And with the opponent's ruthlessness, it is definitely a one-hit kill.

He didn't know who the other party would attack, and he didn't dare to make this bet, so he had to leave the executioner with only one choice.

This night, betting on Chu Jiangli's trust in the city, he emptied the entire city, allowing him to choose only one person.

Other than that, there is no other choice.

Many people were worried about his desperate actions, but they couldn't persuade the determined Chu Jiangli.

Yang Xiaofu cried and said that he didn't want to see Brother Li's body the next day, he was beaten unconscious by a knife, the rest of the people looked at each other, bitterly advised the head catcher to take care, and turned back three steps at a time .

Ruan Zhi didn't say anything, he just stuffed a kit over, emphasizing again and again that he should carry it with him.Chu Jiangli was confused by his nagging behavior, thinking of his good intentions, he put it away carefully, picked up the iron ruler, and set off.

On a lonely night, he walked alone on the deserted street, with only the sound of his own footsteps in his ears.

The silvery moonlight shone on the snow, and the world was pure and peaceful, as if there had never been any hidden murderous intent.

The detective in the gray cloth and blue shirt breathed out a mouthful of white mist and walked along. The lantern in his left hand flickered with a star of warm color, perhaps a hint brought by loneliness. He felt that it was extremely cold tonight, cold to the bone marrow, cold Make him sober.

The night in Yuan City has never been so quiet.

There was no yelling of watchdogs and candles, no joking and joking and gagging by the policemen, and it was as empty as a dead city.

General Chu loved the city.

Love the warmth that is like a family, love the plain and trivial daily necessities, love the simplicity and purity.

He does not want any dark shadows in this land, and would rather take risks and risk his life.

Just when he was exercising his five senses, and his spirit and body were strained to the limit, his pupils finally reflected a scene that shouldn't appear.

At the end of the long street, there is a group of light-colored shadows, whose outline can be seen faintly, like a half-squatting person.

General Chu stopped and watched the figure from a distance for a long time before he started to walk closer.

As he got closer, he could see the man squatting there, stroking a cat one after another.

The kitten with mandarin duck eyes was obviously shivering from the cold, but instead of leaning against him, it just lay there, raising its head obediently to rub against his palm.

It was a gesture of intimacy and attachment.

But the other party responded with gentleness, so gentle that Chu Jiangli had the illusion that he was the villain who disturbed the peace of others.

Anyone who likes small animals is not such a bad person.

Someone told him so, and he believed it.

But when a person has more than a dozen human lives on his hands, he nonchalantly treats stray cats with pure and impurity-free tenderness.

That is definitely beyond the scope of human beings.

So when the man raised his head and revealed a pair of eyes that did not belong to the human race, Chu Jiangli was not surprised at all.

Human races only have black hair and black eyes. Although black hair and black eyes are not necessarily human races, those who are not black hair and black eyes must not be human races.

The Yu family, the Shark family, the Yuan family... It is easy to get the final answer by eliminating the characteristics one by one.

But Chu Jiangli, who sensed the essence of the other party, directly skipped the deduction process and got the final answer.

It was a demon.

A monster who doesn't treat people as people.

Because he is not human, that strange beauty can also be explained.

Before that, Chu Jiangli's understanding of "beauty" was modeled on Wuyuan's dye boss.

That woman with thousands of faces imprinted thousands of beauties into the memory of Yuancheng people.

She is a peerless beauty, vividly interpreting that beauty is beyond the skin.

Even if you paint wrinkles and wear gorgeous hair, and act like a pale old woman, you can make a beautiful woman's twilight into a ridiculous joke.

But the scene in front of him completely broke his perception of "beauty".

That kind of beauty does not have the vagaries of various forms, but only one kind from beginning to end.

But it is a kind of inhuman beauty that cannot be shown by dyed dust, a kind of inhuman beauty that cannot be shown by humans.

As long as it is a human being, his/her beauty cannot be separated from the category of human beings, and it is impossible to have such a beauty that is so magnificent that it looks like a disaster.

It was a demon.

Upside down all living beings, cold and ruthless.

Even squatting on the side of the road, petting a kitten harmlessly as if.

His beauty is also cruel and cold.

Chu Jiangli finally understood why all the dead did not make any resistance, and they never even struggled from their throats being cut to bleeding to death.

That incomprehensible look has the most intuitive answer.

That bewitching beauty is enough to suppress the pain of losing the desire to survive when the flesh and blood are torn apart, and enough to resist the fear of death and the unknown.

The demon didn't show any intention of attacking, and didn't even change its posture or expression. It just casually stroked the cat's head, as if it appeared on a deserted street at night just to play with it.

The pupils of the eyes, which are light to almost colorless, present a cool and clear mint green: "I have been waiting for you for a long time."

He said so.

"Wait for me?" Chu Jiangli asked back.

The demon looked at Chu Jiangli, seemed puzzled by his rhetorical question, clapped his hands and stood up: "Isn't it you who emptied the whole city and led me to show up?"

"You are looking for me, and I am also curious. Could it be that this meeting is not based on the wishes of both parties?"

He seemed to be extremely cold-tempered, and he asked two rhetorical questions in succession, all of which were straightforward without any ups and downs.

Chu Jiangli never really hunted down the criminal.But this did not prevent him from being surprised and bewildered by the "arrogance" of the "prisoner". Curious, you have discovered some of my habits and come up with countermeasures."

His pupils turned coldly: "Why not be more thorough and let everyone lock up their accounts. Isn't this method safer than taking risks alone?"

Chu Jiangli captured the important point for him: "You really can't attack the people in the house."

"Shouldn't this be 'common sense' that all living beings know?" The demon asked, "Otherwise, what do you think 'houses' are for protection against, wind and rain or frost and snow?"

"Is it too long? It's been so long that people have forgotten that the reason why there was a 'house' in the first place was to avoid the monster race."

"If there is no demon, why do you need a source?"

"If there are no demons, why do we need gods and demons?"

"If there were no demons, why would there be death?"

The most ancient and powerful creatures in Xihuang asked people irrefutable rhetorical questions one after another, but their tone was surprisingly flat.

He looked at Chu Jiangli indifferently: "You haven't answered my question yet."

Chu Jiangli was irritated by his natural tone, and he gritted his teeth and said, "It's just a mere monster who dares to kill unscrupulously in the city of the human race."

He pronounced the word "merely" very emphatically: "In this world, the survival of the fittest, if demons are really nobler than humans, why would it be demons that wither away day by day?!"

"You ask me why I don't let everyone hide to avoid killing, is there a more ridiculous question than this?!"

Chu Jiangli categorically said: "When should the victim be frightened and the perpetrator show off his power?!"

The demon narrowed his eyes slightly: "I don't know whether to live or die."

That hand, which was so beautiful that it was only suitable for tuning a piano and strings, had five fingers that were sharpened, and with inhuman speed, a gleam of cold light flashed out.

Before he could blink, it landed on Chu Jiangli's neck, cutting a line of blood.

There was blood seeping out slowly, bit by bit.

He can only do so.

Because a fiery red gun appeared out of nothing and penetrated the demon's heart.

The cross-shaped cock got stuck between the demon's ribs, preventing him from getting any further.

The weapon of fate - Burning City.

Those mint green pupils blinked, slowly withdrew his hand, held it on the gun, looked down at Yin Hong fading on the plain clothes, and murmured: "It hurts."

He looked at Chu Jiangli, and suddenly the corners of his lips curled slightly: "I see, this is your confidence."

"In a small city in northern Saibei, there is actually a person who has awakened the life weapon."

Chu Jiangli's martial arts are very good, and it's not an exaggeration to say that he is the best fighter in Yuan City.

But he has always been humble, and he will tell people "I don't matter", that is, it really doesn't matter.

As long as there is no strong man who stomps his feet and can make Xihuang tremble three times, he has the power to fight to some extent.

He looked at the suffocatingly beautiful monster and felt that they were too close, so he took the gun and took a half step back. When the tip of the gun was pulled out, blood splashed and fell on the snow, blooming red plum blossoms. .

Then said lightly: "This is Yuan City."

□□Scorching City, born to protect a city.

In Yuan City, anyone who endangers the peace of the city cannot escape its attack.

Chu Jiangli is very strong, as long as he doesn't step out of Yuan City, he can even resist thousands of troops with one shot.

Chu Jiangli is very weak. In the simple city of Yuan, he is just a quick mortal who will be crushed by a wind and cold.

"I didn't expect the attacker to be a demon." The policeman always frowned and looked a bit bitter and said quickly, "You killed fifteen people, and I still have fourteen chances to stab them."

"Although the demon will not die, it will always make you feel pain."

The demon moved the hand covering the wound, looked at the blood on the palm, and said softly: "Yes, as you like."

He didn't dodge, stood there expressionless, and even opened his arms: "How long has it been, no one can hurt me."

"I almost forgot the pain."

His expression was as cold as frost and snow, but there was a strange innocence between his eyebrows and eyes: "But remember, you only have fourteen chances."

"When your chances run out, or when I get tired, it's over."

General Chu did not move, and issued an ultimatum in a cold voice: "Leave Yuan City."

He didn't say what would happen if he didn't leave, it was self-evident with the tip of his gun.

And the other party stared at him without blinking, so calm that he almost ignored himself.

It's like silently saying, come on, I don't care.

The catcher's face became more and more serious. Burning City had already aimed at the enemy, but he didn't launch an attack for a long time.

The monster stood indifferently, fixedly staring at his direction, and said clearly: "You can't do it."

"You are afraid that I will see that you are just bluffing."

The boy in plain clothes like snow lowered his arms: "You know, this lie is not clever."

"An enemy that can be killed with one blow does not need a second blow."

He turned and left, his back drawn long by the moonlight: "Goodbye, human."

Chu Jiangli watched him leave silently, gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to attack desperately, the knuckles of the hand holding the gun turned slightly white, and could not help trembling slightly.

He is not afraid of death.

But such reckless actions will not solve the problem.