Zhou Fan retreated repeatedly, looking alertly at Wang Shiba who was covering the wound on his neck.

Wang Shiba did not pull out the wooden stick that pierced into his neck. He just covered the wooden stick with his hands and poured over it. The blood that was emitted dyed his left palm red. He tilted his head slightly to look at Zhou Fan.

The fear in Wang Shiba's heart quickly disappeared, and his face became ferocious: "Just kill you, kill you..."

He held the hunting knife and chased Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan ran away without hesitation.

Wang Shiba had a knife in his hand and an axe tied around his waist, but Zhou Fan was unarmed and could only run.

Wang Shiba followed Zhou Fan with staggering steps. He cursed and cursed. Even though he staggered, his speed was not slow, so Zhou Fan could not shake him away.

Zhou Fan was not very afraid because even if the wooden stick was not pulled out, Wang Shiba couldn't hold on for long. Over time, he would only win.

But to Zhou Fan's surprise, he felt tired when he ran in the bright red blizzard. Wang Shiba behind him still staggered and swearing loudly.

The hunter's vitality was beyond Zhou Fan's imagination, and he couldn't help but look back.

What he saw was Wang Shiba, with a gray face, with black blood tendons emerging on his bearded face, and his eyes also became turbid and white.

Zhou Fan showed a look of surprise on his face, his heart accelerated and beat wildly. Wang Shiba was not strong in vitality, but became a monster.

Zhou Fan didn't look at it anymore, he turned around and ran faster.

Wang Shiba was like a crazy evil dog, and was still following Zhou Fan. He stopped cursing, but just said, "Just kill you, kill you..."

"You're dead, do you know?" Zhou Fan shouted while running.

"Just kill you, kill you..."

"All people are dead, don't chase them."

"Just kill you, kill you..."

"A person cannot be resurrected after death. What can you do if you kill me? Take a break quickly and don't miss reincarnation."

"Just kill you, kill you..."

Zhou Fan: “…”

Zhou Fan did not shout again. He suspected that Wang Shiba had lost the reason that people should have and became a zombie. The key was that Zhou Fan's physical strength was also constantly losing, and his steps were getting heavier and heavier, as if he was trapped in a quagmire.

Wang Shiba's speed still did not slow down. He waved the hunting knife in his hand from time to time, and recited the words he wanted to kill Zhou Fan back and forth.

Zhou Fan did not run anymore. He stopped beside a tree covered with snow and gasped. Even in this snowstorm, he was sweating profusely.

But Zhou Fan did not take a few breaths, and Wang Shiba chased after him. His eyes were staring at Zhou Fan with dead white eyes. The blood on his neck had already condensed. The blood left before dyed his clothes red. He roared and slashed at Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan sideways to avoid the knife.

But Wang Shiba continued to lift his sword and chopped him again. Zhou Fan surrounded the tree and stomped him. With a "stomp", the hunting knife did not hit Zhou Fan, but instead chopped him on the tree.

Wang Shiba tried hard to pull out the hunting knife. Zhou Fan suddenly hit him and knocked Wang Shiba back a few steps. His hand was always holding the hunting knife, but he was pulled out by this collision, but he could no longer hold it tightly, and the hunting knife fell on the snow.

When Wang Shiba stood firm, Zhou Fan quickly leaned over and picked up the hunting knife, pointing directly at Wang Shiba.

Wang Shiba grinned, he took off the axe from his waist and slashed at Zhou Fan.

The axe was powerful and the hunting knife could not beat the axe. Moreover, Wang Shiba's strength was much greater than Zhou Fan. Zhou Fan did not fight with Wang Shiba hard, but just continued to circumvent the trees and Wang Shiba.

Zhou Fan soon discovered another fact. Wang Shiba is now fighting with instinct, and is fierce, but without a trace of reason. Otherwise, it would not be so easy for him to dodge Wang Shiba's axe.

Zhou Fan deliberately stepped forward, which led to Wang Shiba's axe, but instead chopped Zhou Fan, he chopped on the tree with an axe.

Snow fell on the trees.

Zhou Fan used this to bump into him sideways again.

Wang Shibada shouted, and with instinct that he would not give Zhou Fan the chance to hit him like last time, he pulled out the axe and took a step to avoid it.

But he guessed wrongly, Zhou Fan did not hit him, but instead hit the tree.

The trees shook, and large pieces of bright red snow fell down layer by layer.

Zhou Fan was closest to the tree, and the snow fell the most outside, which made Wang Shiba dizzy.

Zhou Fan felt a chill and dizzy because the ice and snow fell, but he was prepared for it. He gritted his teeth and endured it and slashed Wang Shiba on his right arm with a knife.

Wang Shiba's right arm was cut halfway, and he whistled shrillly, as if he would hurt even if he was in such a strange state. An arrow he had been holding in his left hand stabbed Zhou Fan's chest.

Zhou Fan's face turned pale, but he was just dull. With a hum, he pulled out his hunting knife and slashed hard at the edge of his right arm, which then cut off Wang Shiba's right arm.

But Wang Shiba still ignored it and pushed the arrow hard to deepen Zhou Fan's wound. He also sneered and rotated the arrow.

Zhou Fan couldn't help but scream in pain, and a fierce look appeared on his face. He slashed the wooden stick on Wang Shiba's neck with a knife, and the blood splattered from his neck.

Zhou Fan kicked Wang Shiba again.

Wang Shiba fell to the ground with the arrow, and Zhou Fan also used too much force and leaned back on the snow.

As soon as Zhou Fan fell to the ground, he struggled to get up. The wound on his chest kept flowing down. His body was shaking. He walked step by step towards the fallen Wang Shiba, and in the process he picked up the axe beside him.

Wang Shiba struggled on the ground and couldn't get up. His neck and his broken arms were bleeding. Even though he was in a strange state, he seemed to be a little better than a human.

Moreover, his strange state was rapidly receding, his eyes returned to normal black luster, he returned to his senses, coughed up a mouthful of black blood from his mouth, dyeing his mouth black, he gave up the argument and looked at Zhou Fan who had already walked beside him.

Wang Shiba looked cold and said, "I don't know how you did it, but it doesn't matter. You will definitely go back to your dream. I will die, but you will die too. My name is Wang Shiba, and there are seventeen brothers on it. They will kill you for me."

Zhou Fan didn't say anything. He swung the axe and stamped Wang Shiba's head.

Only in this way can he feel at ease, after all, Wang Shiba would become that strange state.

Zhou Fan let go of the axe and stood quietly in the wind and snow. He was covered in wounds, and blood kept flowing down from his chest. There seemed to be no sign of stopping. His vision began to blur, and he burst into laughter.

The laughter spread around with the wind and snow.

The bright red world is collapsing.

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Chapter completed!