He Yong looked at the dense vines without any spirit. They hung down like snakes, and their ends slowly swam. As long as the wounded moves, they would swarm up. He Yong was a wooden cultivator. He once regarded as a partner as a vine, but now it is a cold judgment.

From the fear at the beginning, to the collapse later, to the numbness now, He Yong already knew that he had no hope of survival.

By this time, he was not so scared, but was just waiting for the arrival of the god of death.

Without luck, people should be much calmer. Do you complain without any complaints? Death means the end. Killing your brothers and partners with your own hands is a longer pain.

When he was infected with blood poison, the trial had begun.

The blood poison spread in his body, and he felt the terrible beast awakening in his body. He would rather die quietly in the wounded barracks than lose consciousness and attack humans like wild beasts. He would rather die with this body to kill his friends and relatives.

The god of death did not arrive immediately, and the blood poison was spreading.

The time before death always makes people unintentionally look back on their life. Although he did not do anything great in his life, did not make a lot of money, did not have any commendable achievements, and some minor regrets that were not realized, he was already very satisfied.

He has cute children and beautiful wives, and it is important that they are still alive.

At the last moment he pushed away his children and his wife, and he was proud of his courage, and there was no more perfect ending than this.

They will die, but they will live well, which is enough.

He felt that he was the lucky one, and he just needed to enjoy the last time now and wait for the death to arrive as expected.

The blood poison spread very quickly, and he could feel the changes in his body. It was not weakness, but full of strength and manic power. Some thoughts of killing continued to surge in his heart, and they grew wildly like wild grass.

His body became stronger, his nails became sharp, like the claws of cats and tigers. In the middle of the night, he could hear the sound of bones growing. His muscles became thick and strong, and his hair was growing almost at a speed visible to the naked eye. The sound became thick and turbid, and would make a low growl like a beast.

His vision became blood-red and restless. With just a little sound, it would make him feel murderous.

The body began to show some uncontrollable actions, and anyone who approached him would be attacked by him.

He Yong found that his control over his body was rapidly decreasing, but he was not very afraid. The same was true for the previous wounded. The spread of blood poison would make them turn into beasts, and they would turn into dangerous blood beasts and attack everything around them frantically.

And at this time, the vines hanging above their heads will make the final judgment and end their life.

He Yong knew that the end of his life was about to come. The more he reached the last moment, the more he felt that death was a kind of relief. His body was uncontrollable and his mind was filled with killing. He could not recall the beautiful scenes in life, and he could not recall the sweet smiles of his wife and children.

What is the point of such an existence? When he thought that his relatives would see him so ugly, he shuddered. Death was nothing compared to it.

It's time to end it all.

Come on

However, something that scared him happened, and the vines floating above his head were as if they had not seen him, swinging leisurely in the wind.

Come and kill me

He shouted wildly in his heart, but it was a roar like a beast from his throat.

The vines above the head did not react at all.

Why

The manic impulse of killing suddenly erupted from the depths of his body, and the red world occupied his vision and brain like a tide. The remaining reason shrank in the corner and witnessed everything. However, the body was so strange that it was completely out of his control.

He suddenly rushed to the person closest to him, and his palms covered with sharp nails penetrated the other person's body effortlessly.

Responding to him was a roar like a blood beast.

The entire wounded barracks turned into a cruel arena.

On the high building, Yan Hai felt cold in his heart as he watched the fight being staged below. Thousands of people were fighting at the same time. Such a chaotic and bloody scene made Yan Hai's brothers and feet cold. He never felt that he was a good person, but such scenes still made him instinctively afraid.

What scared him even more was Lord Tian Kuan, who directed this scene by himself.

In a blink of an eye, more than half of the humans fell down, and the roar of the beasts became sparse. The corpses and blood flowing from the ground made the wounded camp look like a Shura field.

Tian Kuan slowly fiddled with the plants.

The dense vines grew suddenly, like spiritual snakes, drilling into the pool of blood. They greedily absorbed and absorbed blood, as if they had tasted the deliciousness of the world, with strands of blood mixed in the tender green, extremely strange.

These blood are the best fertilizer and cannot be wasted. Tian Kuan looked calm.

Yan Hai's heart trembled. He hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't help asking: Sir, my subordinates are stupid and don't understand one thing very well.

Oh, Tian Kuan responded casually.

Yan Hai asked carefully: These wounded people were all infected by holy blood, they are all our people. Isn’t it a pity that this is a bit

It’s a pity that Tian Kuan laughed: You think it’s a pity

Yan Hai stammered: I think that organizing so many people is also a great force.

Tian Kuan smiled and said: I only need useful people. You see so many people, but most of them are useless. I only need elites among them. Fifty, I only need fifty people.

Yan Hai's heart trembled, his legs fought, and the cold sweat behind him suddenly remained.

Fifty people were screened out of thousands of people, and there were enough opportunities to give them. Tian Kuan smiled softly: Death only means that they are too weak, and the winners are qualified to get opportunities.

Yan Hai regretted it very much, why did he forget that the adults are the winners who survived to the end in this way of elimination.

Tian Kuan's eyes were set on the Shura field below, and his face became even more smiling.

It's not that easy to be a human being

There were fewer and fewer wounded people standing, the vines above their heads were bright red and they drank full of blood. They were like strange and lively blood snakes.

In the end, there were only fifty people left on the spot, and those strange blood-colored vines flocked to them, entangling them tightly. They roared and struggled like wild animals.

Look, these are the strongest fifty people, only the winners have the chance to survive. Tian Kuan paused and smiled on his face: and rewards.

One of his feet stretched out of the window, and blood-colored vines poured in from all directions like tides, forming a staircase under his feet.

Stepping on the steps woven by blood vines, he climbed down the steps, as if he was dominating the world.

Yan Hai was crawling on the ground behind him, feeling awe inside.

Tian Kuan said to himself: No wonder so many people like to use external forces, which feels really good.

The survivors below all raised their heads and stared at Tian Kuan, their red eyes full of anger, and they roared at Tian Kuan.

The wailings of the wounded had a great blow to morale, so the wounded barracks were specially treated. The vines had the effect of isolating the sound, and the roar of the shaking sky was not heard outside.

Have enough respect for the strong.

Tian Kuan's smile was filled with a hint of coldness, and a rich light of blood burst out from him.

The blood light contained majesty and domineeringness. The anger in the eyes of the survivors entangled by the blood vine disappeared immediately, but turned into fear. They shivered, and when the blood vine released them, they all knelt on the ground.

Yan Hai's body was also trembling, and he finally knew how terrifying the adult's strength was.

The blood light around the adult body made him instinctively fear and obey. There was no thought of resisting in his mind. The blood temperature in his body dropped sharply, and he was like he was in a cold ice field.

Congratulations, you have received a brand new opportunity, and opportunities have always been a compliment to the winner.

The sound in the blood is majestic and tempting.

He Yong was trembling, his body was trembling, and the urge to kill disappeared, and the submission and fear were replaced by wild beasts against natural enemies, imprinted in the deepest part of their body.

He completely lost control of his body.

The remaining reason was also trembling. In the red like a tide, he saw himself killing the strange Yuan Xiu who was closest to him, killing his friends who had known for twenty years, and killing one person after another who he knew and didn't know.

The palms are covered with blood.

He was like a bystander, staring at the crazy killing in fear, the continuous killing, and the trace of remaining reason swayed in the rage of killing, as powerless as a dead branch. The pleasure after the killing was so clear and so frightening him.

No

He just wanted to die, just wanted to end it all.

The red blood shrouded his world, and there was a voice in the blood: chances have always been a compliment to the winner.

Chance

The beast's body is ready to move, and the last trace of reason is shaking. What is the chance?

How is the feeling of wild beasts uncontrolled? Instinctively killing? Is it so bad or not to want to control everything and control everything in your body? You can start over, have everything again, and control everything again. You can start your life in your heart, start a new life, and be a human being again.

Want to be a human being

In the red light, the sound is sometimes ethereal and far away, and sometimes it is in my ears.

Want to be a human being

Want to be a human being

Just like an echo, questioning over and over again.

He Yong's last trace of reason almost collapsed. The scene of his first meeting with his wife suddenly flashed in his mind, the scene of him holding a child and learning to walk, and the scene of him blocking the blood beast. He still remembers the sudden stability in his heart when he saw his family unscathed.

Not everything can be done over, because not everything can be given up.

No

The beast's roar was extremely clear.

Tian Kuan was a little surprised: It was a pity.

The blood vine suddenly stretched out and pierced into the back of the beast's head. The beast's body slit and its red eyes faded. The blood vine was pulled out, and the beast's corpse fell to the ground, and its face covered with thick hair was indescribable.

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