??Chapter 431: 248 Staring Intently (4000)_1
Chapter 431: 248 Staring Intently (4000)_1
At these words, both strongn were stunned.
“Run?”
They had never heard such words from the Blood Spirit before.
In fact, the two n didn’t even know that the Blood Spirit could say anything other than food-related words. Since being parasitized by the Blood Spirit and becoming servants, they had acquired superhuman strength beyond that of ordinary humans.
At the sa ti, they also beca breeders, responsible for constantly feeding the Blood Spirit inside their bodies. They rembered that it was a sticky, syrupy substance that looked like sticky mud, and was overall a dark-red colored blood substance.
This was the Blood Spirit, parasitizing their bodies.
It gave the host special abilities, but the parasitized beings had to hunt healthy humans as food for the Blood Spirit in return.
If the quantity was not sufficient or the quality too poor, leading to the Blood Spirit’s hunger, the host might face their destined fate, being eaten by the Blood Spirit as a giant dessert.
Therefore, in reality, it was a master-servant relationship between them. That’s why the two strongn would refer to themselves as servants. Naturally, being a servant, there was no room for resisting the master’s commands.
Although the order from the Blood Spirit was sudden, the two strongn reacted quickly. They hurriedly headed for the nearby car, paying no more attention to their original target.
Hum hum hum…
The engine of the vehicle started quickly, and the tyres were vibrating as they sped up.
Soon, the silver-frad, black polished car drove to the right of the train station road, advancing quickly on the empty road.
In the driver’s seat, the long-haired man, Cherno, stepped heavily on the accelerator under the instruction of the Blood Spirit. The car imdiately accelerated to its limit, about forty yards. In this era, this was considered extrely fast.
The limit to a human’s running speed was just about that.
And that was short-distance instant speed. If it was a long-distance run, ten kiloters per hour was definitely considered fast.
Cherno, feeling the cold wind blowing in through the car window, casually took a glance in the rearview mirror. However, his view was blocked by a dark figure, the fluttering trench coat like dark clouds covering half of the window.
With a swish, the hem of the trench coat seed to settle down under so unknown force, revealing a face that was impassive and expressionless underneath it.
Blond hair, sunglasses, a finely chiseled chin. The hat on his head remained in place despite the rushing wind of the high-speed chase.
The short-haired strongman in the passenger seat also looked to his right.
Two silhouettes running in parallel, they kept up with the speed of the car without slowing down. Their pace was not fast, but each stride spanned a great distance. Just watching them, they seed to be walking leisurely, but in reality, they were moving so fast that they were almost flying.
Now, they were being surrounded by three people on both sides.
Cherno hardened his gaze and jerked the steering wheel. The rear of the car swung to the left.
The silver-frad, black polished car was not light, and now with inertia, it went straight towards Casio.
Thud.
Just as the rear of the car made a big move, Casio reached out and gently pressed the car, making a muffled sound.
Imdiately, the direction of the vehicle was corrected to go straight again.
It looked no different from before.
Only on the sleek, black-painted tal body of the car were there fine cracks, with a palm print at the starting point.
Cherno squinted his eyes fearfully, his mind racing simultaneously. These three hadn’t made a move yet, perhaps because they wanted to force him to drive the car to a secluded location. He quickly turned his head and exchanged a glance with the short-haired man in the passenger seat.
“We can’t shake them off, we have to fight.”
“There are firearms in the back seat, use them in conjunction with the Blood Spirit’s powers!”
The two nodded to each other, a fierce aura spreading across their scarred faces. They were not easy to deal with and would not allow themselves to be manipulated. With the wondrous power of the Blood Spirit and powerful firearms, both were confident.
“Please spare … rcy, rcy!”
In a secluded alleyway, two people knelt on the ground, beaten black and blue. However, their backs remained straight.
That’s because in front of them was a moss-covered gray-green wall.
They were kneeling and facing the wall.
Click click click… Ding ding ding…
Behind them, there were sounds of firearm parts being destroyed. And the crisp noise of tal falling on the brick surface.
“I didn’t expect that the Dead Blood would keep up with the tis and even use firearms.” A deep voice sounded from behind Cherno.
Imdiately after, the last piece of tal gun barrel hit the ground.
The piece of tal rolled two or three tis, eventually coming to rest in a corner of the wall. Cherno could clearly see that on the surface of the barrel, twisted like a doughnut, were two clearly visible fingerprints.
“So, what’s your relationship with the Dead Blood?”
A shadow in a black trench coat lood over Cherno.
“Dead Blood? I don’t know what Dead Blood is. I’ve never heard of it.” Cherno lowered his head, his body shook slightly from the recent beating.
“You don’t know?”
He heard a snicker from the man behind him, and the next second, his head was lifted up and slamd hard into the wall.
Cherno only felt his head buzzing, and his vision went black.
His head spun as though he had been hit by a truck. After being slamd into the wall two or three tis, it finally stopped.
On his forehead, warm blood covered his eyelids.
When Cherno recovered his senses, he could sll the scent of blood, sothing he had often slled when looking for bait for the Blood Spirit. At that ti, watching others die, watching others beg for rcy, Cherno would get a sense of excitent. But now, when it was his turn, Cherno was overwheld by an intense fear, as if nurous hands were reaching out towards him.
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