"If only one could never forget." Feng Xue watched as the gate closed again, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted. Although it wasn’t much, he could clearly feel that, with Chen Xiyao’s departure, the "Identity" inside his body was increasing bit by bit.
Although it was only an occasional jump of a character, a conservative estimate suggested that one or two hundred words per day should be no problem. In other words, from this mont on, the so-called "Death Sentence" posed no threat to him.
Of course, if he actually ended up hanging on the execution stand, they would naturally be able to kill him by beaten him to death if the starvation tactic failed.
Shaking his head lightly, Feng Xue kicked open his own front door. The most troubleso part was over; now, all he had to do was leave.
Without considering Chen Xiyao, he could rely on the assassin label’s mobility to escape. As long as he didn’t encounter a Manager, there shouldn’t be any problems.
Feng Xue reviewed the map of the landfill area in his mind and prepared to retreat along the planned route. The placent of the corpses was ticulously considered; unless the Manager wanted to lose his job, he wouldn’t appear on Feng Xue’s escape route.
Gathering a breath of True Qi, Feng Xue used the door as leverage to spring onto the roof. However, at that mont, he witnessed a scene that horrified him—
The low-ranking corpses scattered on the ground... they had transford into the Undead!
"Damn it! Chen Xiyao isn’t going to wet herself, is she?" Watching those bodies dragging their entrails and slowly rising, becoming more twisted and hideous, Feng Xue imdiately thought about the possibility of such a large-scale corpse transformation and cursed himself for the oversight.
The Golden Finger panel unfolded, showing a uniform array of "Filth" "Corpse" prominent terms interspersed occasionally with words like "Dismbernt" and "Dissection" – none of them looked like anything good.
With no intention of lingering, Feng Xue turned and ran. Just then, the "Sharpness" conferred by the assassin term instinctively made him feel a pang of dread!
Without ti to look back, Feng Xue instantly crouched down, but the crisis wasn’t an attack from soone as he had expected. It was an iron hook, swinging in an arc, smashing into him!
"Shit!" Dragged backward by the imnse force, Feng Xue was sent flying, the pain piercing through his body so intense that he montarily lost the ability to move.
Forcibly summoning a breath of True Qi, Feng Xue swung the Holy Mother Dismbernt at what was behind him.
However, it wasn’t the smooth sensation he had imagined; instead, there was a clanging sound of tal on tal, followed by the excruciating pain from his wound being yanked.
But this very pulling jerked Feng Xue back to reality; he gripped the barbed iron chain and forcefully yanked it out.
In mid-air, already difficult to leverage, but bolstered by the Inner Strength, Feng Xue still managed to fall from the sky in near shock from the agony.
And only at this mont did he clearly see that what had hooked him from twenty-odd ters away, was actually an undressed girl with stitches all over her body...
"Shit! Forgot to take off the filter! Btw, do Undead creatures count as living beings?" Feng Xuexin sarcastically thought to himself. He imdiately braced himself to stand up, but at the sa ti, a bag of salt appeared in his hand...
"Shit, not the ti for this kind of chaos!" Feng Xue smashed the salt on the ground and then clutched desperately at the wound at his waist. If it weren’t for his Inner Strength, such a wound would have ant heavy bleeding.
The zombified girl missed with her hook and didn’t attack Feng Xue again but started to drag the surrounding corpses, both transford and not, towards her, stuffing them into her little cherry mouth.
Alright, what Feng Xue saw was cherry-like small lips, but from the way the corpses halved in a flash, he could tell that it was definitely a gaping maw of blood.
He must leave!
Feng Xue, seeing more and more ominous keywords accumulating above his head, understood that this was definitely the type of enemy that was the worst match for him.
Clutching the wound on his waist, he had just decided to flee when the zombie beauty, as if suddenly taking an interest in him again, threw the iron hook in her hand.
"Playing with , huh?" Feng Xue rolled on the spot to dodge the iron hook and was relieved that Infinite City did not have a concept of wound infection.
However, this roll did not take him out of danger, as almost at the sa mont the iron hook missed, a weird power twisted it, carrying a whistling sound as it attacked Feng Xue again.
The agility of this iron hook was far greater than Feng Xue had imagined, and the force entwined with it was enough to split his palms open.
Just when Feng Xue was about to close his eyes and et his end, the iron hook, once again missing its target, suddenly retracted. Feng Xue paused montarily, then a great joy filled his heart.
But the thought "the skill has finally cooled down" did not last long, for as he took a step forward, the iron hook entangled towards him once again.
Feng Xue’s mind shifted, as if understanding sothing, and stepped toward the zombie beauty while dodging the iron hook, which imdiately retracted as expected.
And the zombie beauty, without even lifting her head, continued gnawing at the corpses beside her. Feng Xue just had to show the slightest hint of an escape attempt and the iron hook would imdiately fly towards him.
"No intelligence, operational logic targeting fleeing prey as the top priority, then the prey close by, and finally distant prey, right?" Feng Xue roughly deduced the zombie beauty’s behavioral logic, but this was of no significance.
As the saying goes, strength could overpower even the most cunning, it was too difficult to escape when the opponent’s strength greatly surpassed one’s own.
As for running out of the attack range, he had been pulled back from fifty ters away before!
But even with this knowledge, Feng Xue had no plans to just wait for death. He maintained the distance between them as much as possible, swiftly scanning the battlefield with his eyes, then he locked onto sothing—
A cardboard box.
At this mont, the "suspicious cardboard box" was lying less than five ters away from the zombie beauty, a distance close enough to be directly devoured. Feng Xue was not sure whether the box, which could suppress one’s presence completely, would have any effect on the senseless on.
Take a chance?!
Feng Xue hesitated a bit in his heart, yet his hand picked up a scattered machete on the ground, hoping to pry out the gemstone it held, but sadly, just like in the original Diablo ga, once a gemstone was set, it could not be removed. Destroying the setting would also ruin the gemstone.
"What a pity." Feng Xue, wanting to pry out a few rubies to add so life force for himself, abandoned the thought. Fortunately, the Silent Boots’ out-of-combat judgnt had started to take effect, and the pain at his waist was slowly abating. However, at this rate, it was impossible for him to wait for his wounds to fully heal.
"The more one sches, the easier it is to fall into an unexpected predicant... I have seriously underestimated the danger from outsiders."
Feng Xue took a deep breath and finally stepped towards the zombie beauty, but just then, a roaring engine sound ca from the distance...
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