Blood flowed out of bullet holes on his body, and Song Yin stopped. He supported his shaking body with a long knife and whispered to himself: "I... am I still alive?"

Fang Lu changed a magazine. He did not answer Song Yin's question, but pulled the trigger, and a series of bullets ejected from the muzzle, sweeping Song Yin's head into a hornet's nest.

Song Yin fell down on his back.

Fang Lu stopped attacking, but he did not dare to get close, and even maintained the light spreading with the green speed lamp, because he was afraid that Song Yin would be able to jump down and chop him up.

Song Yin's body began to dissolve until it turned into a pool of blood.

Only the tattered black suit and blood knife were left.

Only then did Fang Lu call out the small world exploration progress table.

Number of treasure chests found: 0/1.

Number of enemies killed: 1.

Small world exploration progress: 20%.

When Fang Lu saw the number of enemies killed, he extinguished the green speed lamp, sat on the floor and took off his gas mask. He was sweating profusely and gasped.

Running, maintaining the operation of the green lamp, and injuries on his body are constantly squeezing his physical strength and spirit.

If Song Yin had not had any mental problems, it would be difficult for him to kill Song Yin. But when he thought of Song Yin's body's bulletproof defects, he considered that Song Yin's mental problems might be able to take advantage of it.

Of course, he could not confirm whether this plan could be successful in advance, but he really had no good way. He could only do this. Even if he couldn't kill Song Yin, he could get the Qingsu Light back in the worst possible result. Then he would slowly find a way.

He looked at the pool of blood on the ground, feeling very puzzled.

Is this Song Yin a human or a ghost?

If it is a human, why will it turn into blood after death?

He had seen dead people in the Void Huan World, and those people did not turn into blood even after they died.

Song Yin’s condition is really strange.

Fang Lu tried to ask the system, but the system did not answer, so he had to give up.

He rested for a while, and could not bear the stench on his body that made him nauseate.

The smell of the stinky bomb is really bad.

He took off his clothes and threw them at the auction house at a low price. If he could sell them, he would sell them. If he couldn't sell them, he would forget it.

He took out a clean dress from the warehouse and put it on, and the stench became very light.

The smelly grenade played a very important role in this battle.

He looked at the long sword on the ground, and the system information emerged: Song Yin's sword, called the Blood Knife, is a two-star item, sharp enough and takes into account the hardness...

This blood knife can block so many bullets without leaving any trace, but it is much worse than the two-star Light Han Sword. The Light Han Sword is systematically rated as being cut into iron like mud.

But it was always better than his five-foot-miao sword. He put it into the warehouse. Now he does not have the right weapon and can use this blood sword for the time being.

The auction house does not have the skills to use long swords for the time being, but he has learned the technique of five-foot Miaodao. The length of the blood knife is not as long as the five-foot Miaodao, but some knife skills are still universal.

Fang Lu found another house, and his arms began to hurt again.

After Song Yin died, this pursuit of the small world should not be too dangerous. He must deal with the injuries on his arms as soon as possible, otherwise it would be miserable.

He handled it carefully and used the plywood he bought from the auction house. It was not easy for him to do such a thing alone, but he still completed it.

He found that after becoming a warrior, his injuries seemed to heal faster than ordinary people, but no matter how fast he was, it would take time to recover.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, his arms are like this now, so will he stay in this small town for three days?

Three days may be much behind others.

It would be great if the auction house again showed magical wound medicine that could heal the wound.

Bad arms, the next small world...

Fang Lu took out the good and bad dice from the warehouse. The good and bad dice really changed, and it turned into bad dice on three sides and bad dice on three sides.

If it is Xiaoji's small world, he dares to venture into it. In his current state, let alone the evil world, even the evil world is a very risky thing for him.

"There is no other way, I can only find the treasure chest first and see what's inside."

"This little world has what I need, it can't be this blood knife, right?"

"If it were a blood knife, it would be a loss."

Fang Lu had some inconvenience to sway his arms and put the good and bad dice into the warehouse. The price he paid this time was too high.

He also told the system to pay attention to the magical injury medicine for him.

Fang Lu found the first door, but he did not see the treasure chest, but instead saw the black dog.

When the black dog saw his master, it shook its head and tail at the master, and looked very happy.

Fang Lu pulled the corner of her mouth, "I thought you were killed by Song Yin in a dog stew pot, but I didn't expect you to have nothing to do. OK, you ran away very quickly. I know you can't help, but I was beaten to death with someone. At least you shouted a few times to strengthen my reputation."

Xiao Hei: "…"

Fang Lu just complained, as long as Xiao Hei was not dead, he didn't expect Xiao Hei to play a role in his battle with Song Yin. Suddenly, he thought of something, "If I die, you wouldn't just recognize Song Yin as your master, right?"

Xiao Hei just shook his head.

Fang Lu snorted, "It's useless for you to think like this. Song Yin is crazy. It's possible to see you with a knife."

Fang Lu didn't talk nonsense anymore. He took out the good and bad dice from the warehouse and threw it up, and the result was a great bad luck.

"It's really unlucky."

Fang Lu also knows one-half chance, so it is not surprising that she is very evil.

He took Xiao Hei and found the second door. The treasure chest was not near the second door, so he could only throw the dice, which was still very fierce.

Fang Lu's face was heavy, don't be afraid, there are two doors.

Walking in the city, after some time, I finally saw the third door.

There is also a dark treasure chest next to the third door.

The only treasure chest in the city has finally been found.

Fang Lu decided to open the treasure chest first. He spent his energy to test one by one, and only then opened the treasure chest after confirming that there was no danger.

Inside the treasure chest is a small celadon bottle.

There is no prompt on what is in the bottle.

Fang Lu was wearing gloves on both hands, and he took out the bottle from the treasure chest, which began to turn into black fine particles to dissipate.

He shook the bottle, something was shaking inside.

He spread out another piece of white paper, then opened the bottle plug, poured it gently, and two red and round pills slid onto the white paper.

Xiao Hei leaned over his dog's head and wanted to smell it, but he slapped it with pain.

Xiao Hei just hummed and ran away.

After driving Xiao Hei away, Fang Lu stared at these two pills seriously. The information of the pills emerged: Blood Beast Pill, which was made by using the blood of ten monsters with countless spiritual materials...

There was not much information. Fang Lu looked happy after reading it. This blood beast pill is very precious to warriors, especially for warriors in the Qianjin Realm.

It can provide a lot of blood and energy needed by martial artists in Qianjin Realm to practice, thereby saving a lot of hard work.
Chapter completed!