Only villains don't force me to socialize [Transmigration Book]

Lin Jianzhu recalled what he wanted to say when he killed Wang Shao before, but he couldn't say it. It turned out that Wang Shao was just an appetizer, and the next thing was the feast that the cheating chessboard was going to give him.

He turned his head and listened carefully. The footsteps were obviously coming from one direction, so he decisively pulled the sword out of the corpse and ran in the opposite direction.

Sure enough, he didn't run for long, and returned to the open space where he entered the exiled land at the beginning. Except for the woods behind, only Lin Jianzhu stood on this open plain.

He held the hilt of the sword tightly with his hand, slightly lowered his head to look at the ground, there was no shadow, and there was no grass growing on the plain.

There were bloodstains all over the blade, and when a drop of blood finally fell on the ground, the footsteps from the depths of the Wandering Forest revealed their true colors.

There were more than 50 people standing in front of him. They were dressed in tatters, behaved differently from ordinary people, looked crazy and completely lost their sanity, and their words and deeds were like puppets on a string.

The leader was obviously their commander. He was dressed in Chinese clothes, but his face was pale and bluish, there were deep dark circles around his eyes, and his footsteps were flimsy. He was panting heavily in front of Lin Jianzhu. Began to observe him carefully, preliminarily deduced that this person is an addict.

There seemed to be disdain in his eyes, he casually raised his hand, pointed at Lin Jianzhu and said: "The newcomer is really amazing, he damaged our two conscious scouts just after he arrived, but your good luck ends here That's it, I advise you to be obedient and become my vassal."

"Look at the vassals behind me. They are all unconscious living corpses. If you don't obey me, this will be your end."

Lin Jianzhu said coldly: "Who sent you here?"

Seeing that Lin Jianzhu had not become his vassal and his chess pieces had not changed, the commander of the living corpse knew that his lies were useless, so he sneered and said, "You have a good sense of vigilance. As for who sent me, you don't believe it at all." Whatever I say, why do you ask me?"

Before he finished speaking, his face suddenly changed, his pale and weak face instantly distorted, the veins on his forehead bulged, his breathing suddenly became short of breath, his face was gradually covered with beads of sweat, and his eyes protruded outwards together, as if enduring inhuman torture.

Trembling, he took out a pill from his sleeve and swallowed it, and then his expression became intoxicated, as if he was in a fairyland, his expression became softer, and his appearance didn't seem to be as good as it seemed at first Ugly.

He only heard him calling softly: "Daughter, don't be afraid, dad will take you out of here."

His words were extremely gentle, and he looked as if he really saw his daughter. He slowly stretched his hand forward, as if he was stroking his daughter's hairy head.

Lin Jianzhu indifferently took out the bow and crossbow from his waist, pointed at the commander of the living corpse in front of him, and shot out the crossbow and arrows without hesitation, and fired three times in a row, straight into the chest of the commander of the living corpse.

His aim was very good, but it just made the opponent lose his ability to move, but he didn't really kill him.

Lin Jianzhu walked slowly in front of the commander of the living corpse, only to see him looking at him with a smile, a mouthful of blood poured out of his mouth, and asked pantingly, "How do you know that I am Are you lying to me?"

Lin Jianzhu glanced at the stunned living corpses around him, and said, "Your eyes."

Hearing Lin Jianzhu's words, the commander of the living corpse suddenly laughed, and said, "My name is Yang Ding, and you are the first one to say that my acting skills are not good. Have you seen that, those fifty or so people were all influenced by me?" The deception has become like this."

Lin Jianzhu said: "Don't lie to me again, you are asking for death on your own initiative."

Yang Ding smiled happily, but there was a hint of cruelty between his brows, and blood gushed out of his mouth continuously, and he intermittently said to Lin Jianzhu: "Yes... ah, then you can guess again." "Is what I said before true?"

As soon as the voice fell, Yang Ding died. He still opened his eyes, but his pupils gradually expanded, but his face still had a strange smile, as if he was very satisfied, satisfied that even if he died, he would give Opponents are left puzzled and confused.

Lin Jianzhu's expression changed suddenly, □□ obviously missed Yang Ding's vitals, but he died so quickly, there must be something strange, he frowned and cut his fine clothes with his sword.

It was only then that he discovered that his body was covered with scars, including burns and whips, his skin was bloody and bloody everywhere, several ribs were broken, and several ambiguous pinch marks and tooth marks could still be seen vaguely.

He found his chess piece from Yang Ding's sleeve. The chess piece held by Yang Ding was "gold".

Lin Jianzhu turned the chess piece over and saw the word "Valley".

However, without waiting for him to investigate further, the more than 50 living corpses that had been following Yang Ding were approaching Lin Jianzhu's position as if they had received an order.

He realized that these living corpses were probably the last order given by Yang Ding before he was alive. Sure enough, poor people must have something to hate, and hateful people must have pitiful suffering. This sentence is the most important on the cheating board appropriate.

Lin Jianzhu quickly retreated to the depths of the plain behind. Taking advantage of the distance from these living corpses, he quickly took out his chess pieces and took a look. He was still "practicing" and he did not explode to death, so as long as he didn't Cause fatal injuries, because people who are seriously injured to death do not count under the rules.

The so-called living corpses are not zombies. They are living people who have lost their minds and fallen into madness. However, in the situation of life and death, kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself. Lin Jianzhu has no intention of holding back against them.

The sky began to darken, and it began to rain in the secret realm, but there was still no wind, and the fine raindrops fell straight down.

Lin Jianzhu didn't care about the life and death of the living corpses, but due to the rules of the secret realm, he couldn't end their bodies that had become absurd, so he shot at the knee joints and other parts, aiming to make the living corpses lose their mobility with the least amount of effort .

The weapon in the hands of the first living corpse was a farm hoe. His expression was distorted to the extreme. In his eyes, he only saw the target he wanted to kill. Before the hoe he raised high fell, Lin Jianzhu had already slashed his sword at his body. With the knee chopped off, the living corpse holding the farm hoe quickly lost its mobility, and such a crushing battle could not give him the slightest understanding of the way of swordsmanship.

Lin Jianzhu knew that this battle might not be so easy.

Blood was spreading under the torrential rain, and the living corpses rushed towards Lin Jianzhu as if they were tireless. The person whose legs had been cut off even lay down on him with both hands, and then firmly grabbed his ankle with his hands, but the next moment Lin Jianzhu will cut off the hand on the ankle......

Although his sword is fast, it can't resist the inhumane living corpse that has become a killing machine. Finally, wounds began to appear on his body. His long black hair was loose, and the rain wet his long hair. Splashing on the hair, together with the rain, dripped diluted blood on this empty land.

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More than 50 living corpses fell to the ground, their hands and feet were severed, Lin Jianzhu was covered with scars, he could no longer support himself, half kneeling on the ground, trying to support himself with Fantie sword, but his eyes were full of bloodthirsty The exhilaration of my life is accompanied by another strong desire to destroy myself.

The sky in the secret realm became darker and darker, and the fine rain had turned into a torrential rain. Even though the living corpses lying on the ground had lost their limbs, they were still slowly crawling in the direction of Lin Jianzhu.

A figure appeared on this plain. He was dressed in ink, with a silver mask on his face and an oil-paper umbrella in his hand. He walked towards Lin Jianzhu. In this absurd world, it seemed that only The remaining man remained sane.

Even if he is just holding the most common oil-paper umbrella, he still has an innate elegance and a condescending aloofness on his body, and he also has the aura of a king who is decisive and decisive.

At this moment, Lin Jianzhu was unable to stand up, and the long sword in his hand was the last thing that could support him from falling down. He saw the man with the silver mask walking towards him, and gradually clenched the hilt of the sword.

Finally he walked to Lin Jianzhu's side, and the oil-paper umbrella blocked the heavy rain for him and Lin Jianzhu.

Lin Jianzhu should have been vigilant, but for some reason, he was not worried at all that the man in black in front of him would harm him. Realizing this, he frowned.

The man in black finally spoke, his voice was low and magnetic, he said: "Jian Zhu, I'm late."

It took him a whole life late to come to him.

The rain was like a waterfall, and Ning Zhe's eyes were full of complex emotions. Lin Jianzhu raised his head to look into his eyes, and the eyes of the two people under the oil-paper umbrella met.

Without any warning, Lin Jianzhu said with a blank face, "I like you."

Ning Zhe was startled at first, his breathing stopped for a moment, but he quickly realized that he took out the chess piece from his arms, and the word on the chess piece had changed to "Fan".

After resting before, Lin Jianzhu had accumulated some strength. He didn't want to show timidity in front of strangers, so he stood up with the help of his long sword, and took out the chess piece obtained by deceiving the other party from his sleeve. What surprised him was that The chess pieces are engraved with "He", which means He Dao chess.

Ning Zhe smiled lightly, as if he didn't care at all, and said to Lin Jianzhu, "I like you."

The chess pieces in the hands of the two exchanged again.

In the torrential rain that sounded like a drum, Lin Jianzhu heard the man in black say again: "No, I love you."

His heart seemed to be touched, but it didn't seem to be, but whether it was there or not, Lin Jianzhu didn't care, he said indifferently: "It has nothing to do with me, it's up to you."

Lin Jianzhu held a sword in one hand, and walked from under the oil-paper umbrella into the rainstorm. The wound burst due to his actions, and slowly spread on the plain of the secret realm under the washing of the rain. He did not show any painful expression, but he was pale. The paper-like complexion symbolized that he had almost pushed himself to the limit, as if he was going to faint in the next second.

Holding the umbrella, Ning Zhe couldn't help taking a step forward. Lin Jianzhu turned around suddenly, raised the long sword in his hand, and pointed it at his throat.