Eternal Night

Chapter 34: Clearance and Controllable Possession

Wu Xianxiao had no choice.

He couldn't just watch Jiujiu die!

During the weekend, any death will lead to a disorienting effect, which will make you forget your memories, the past, and even forget that it is the weekend. Once it exceeds a certain critical point, you will be completely lost in the weekend and will never be able to return to the real world.

And this loss varies from person to person.

The stronger a person's spiritual will and the richer his memory and experience, the more times he can die. However, the simpler and cowardly a person is and the fewer his memory and experience, the fewer times he can die and the easier it is for him to get lost.

Even if Jiujiu has some spirituality, or even can be considered a fairy, he is not very old and does not have much memory or experience. Moreover, he became furious just by calling his name, Goudan, tentatively. He is probably not a tough person.

Wu Xianxiao didn't dare to bet on how many times Jiujiu could be resurrected, or whether the environment after resurrection would be worse.

There was only one thing he could do...

Fist raised!

fighting!

Otherwise, why become stronger?
Otherwise, why practice this martial art?

After killing two "employees" with two moves, Wu Xianxiao roughly knew what would happen this "weekend".

These "employees" will transform!

When Wu Xianxian killed the second one, its muscles began to surpass the muscle toughness of ordinary humans, but it was still not outrageous.

The faces of dozens of "employees" in the surrounding area began to show slight distortions, and their bodies grew slightly larger, but they were still basically human-shaped.

"So, the more people are killed, or the bigger the commotion is, the more its 'truth' will be revealed?"

Wu Xianxiao silently looked at the dozens of "employees" who surrounded him, and he quickly confirmed that the more they killed, the more the truth would be revealed. If other ordinary people came here, even if they hid and were timid, as long as they killed the humans on the conveyor belt, they would gradually see the truth because of too many killings, thus causing these "employees" to change.

As the "employees" gathered around, Wu Xianxiao was not only observing them, but also observing the workshop area.

The surrounding area is enclosed. To go from the slaughter area to other areas, one has to pass through a metal gate, and this metal gate can be closed and locked with a bolt.

At the same time, because of the assembly line conveyor belts in the factory, the noise is very loud. As long as the entire area does not explode, it is basically impossible to alarm other areas... Unless these monsters have supernatural means of communication, otherwise even if he kills all the monsters in this area, it will not cause the monsters in the entire factory to run wild in a short period of time.

After understanding all this, Wu Xianxiao hooked his foot and grabbed the boning knife held by an "employee" he had killed before. At the same time, he kicked again and the steel fork fell into the conveyor belt of the "sheep".

At this time, an "employee" was only three meters away from Wu Xianxiao. It grunted, raised the steel clamp in its hand and rushed towards Wu Xianxiao.

Faced with the collision between the steel clamp and the "employee", Wu Xianxiao slightly turned sideways and dodged the steel clamp and the collision by a hair's breadth. He gently dragged the boning knife in his hand diagonally upwards, and while dodging the "employee" without even looking back, he went straight to the next "employee".

The "employee" took a few steps forward and tried to move, but his upper body fell to the ground at an angle, with his internal organs, blood and flesh scattered all over the floor.

At the same time, Wu Xianxiao was facing the second "employee". The body of this "employee" was changing rapidly. His body had expanded a little and his height had increased by about one to two centimeters. The increase was not large, but it could still be seen upon careful observation.

But since he had started, Wu Xianxiao did not hesitate. He used the boning knife in his hand to stab. The moment the "employee" raised the tool in his hand, he jumped sideways and the tip of the boning knife stabbed diagonally downward from his left shoulder. Then Wu Xianxiao twisted his wrist and when he landed again, the "employee" also collapsed to the ground. If he had reached the Great Perfection Stage of Dark Power, he could be called a second-rate general who could defeat a hundred people in the ancient battlefield of tens of thousands. If he was in a small-scale fight with dozens of people like this, he could even be comparable to a first-rate general!
The generals here are not the historical ones, but the ones from Dynasty Warriors!

As Wu Xianxiao killed two more people in a row, a total of four "employees", the remaining "employees" became obviously irritable, their pace quickened, and they rushed forward recklessly, without even the consciousness to dodge the boning knife. Wu Xianxiao also let out a low roar, and his whole body shook. The blood filled his dantian, and his strength, speed, and reaction ability all increased dramatically. With a wave of his hand, he exerted nearly a thousand kilograms of force. Even without a sharp weapon, this force was enough to cause great damage to the body just by hitting it, not to mention that he was holding a sharp boning knife in his hand.

For a moment, there was a bloody storm and all the "employees" could not last a second in front of Wu Xianxiao. When the first "employee" rushed forward, Wu Xianxiao stabbed him with a knife, then retreated without even looking. In one step, he was three or four meters away. The place where he was originally standing had been knocked down and squeezed by several "employees". If he retreated half a second slower, he would have been chopped into meat paste.

This is not a martial arts movie. How could the enemies come at you one by one and be defeated by you like the Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather?
They will definitely rush forward together, especially this kind of monster, which is fearless and will not even avoid the edge of a knife. They will just crush the crowd and knock it down with their bodies. If they hesitate for a moment, it will be a matter of life and death.

In this situation, let alone a master of Dark Power, even if a master of Transformation Power dared to attack head-on, he would definitely die. It is estimated that a head-on confrontation would be possible only when one reaches Dan Power and the physical body begins to be reborn.

Wu Xianxiao knew this very well, so he held a boning knife and ran around the assembly line, among the tools and instruments.

Although the enemies were fearless and numbered dozens, their large numbers made them seem crowded, with each one tripping and blocking their own way. As long as Wu Xianxiao made sure that he was not blocked in a corner or blocked by more than five "employees" at the same time, then if there were two or three "employees" in front of him, he could burst into attack instantly, stabbing to death or cutting off one or two, and then run away.

The speed is nearly twice that of these monsters, the strength is at least three times, and the reaction speed is more than four or five times. In this case, the number of monsters is not a problem... unless these "employees" continue to change, reveal their original prototypes, and become stronger!
Wu Xianxiao jumped onto a shelf, and two "employees" with inhuman appearance and body shape rushed towards him from behind. The metal shelf was bent directly, and Wu Xianxiao flipped over the top of the shelf and jumped down. He stabbed the two monsters in the head twice with the boning knife in his hand. However, he had just landed when a bone crushing hammer came from his side at an extremely fast speed. When the sound of breaking wind was heard, the bone crushing hammer was already at his side.

Wu Xianxun had nowhere to hide. The moment the bone-grinding hammer reached him, he stood the boning knife upright and pressed it against the side of his arm. At the same time, he curled up one arm, let his blood and energy burst out, and used his arm to resist the bone-grinding hammer.

With a dull thud, Wu Xianxian was knocked three or four meters away. His arms were all bruised and purple, and his bones were in severe pain. However, he felt relieved after a slight reaction, because apart from the injured muscles, his bones were not broken.

He turned his head and looked at where the bone-crushing hammer was thrown. Three monsters were standing there, a pig-headed man, a dog-headed man, and a frog-headed man. All of them were over two meters and five meters tall. The pig-headed man was about two meters and seventy, and his body was at least as wide and thick as that of two adults.

The bone-crushing hammer just now was thrown by the frog-headed man.

There were only these three "employees" left in the entire slaughter area, and they were finally completely transformed into their original forms.

Wu Xianxiao stood still silently, transporting his energy and blood, watching the three monsters approaching from the front and the left and right sides respectively. He silently calculated the distance between them. When the pig-headed man in front of him was still five meters away from him, he suddenly kicked the bone-crushing hammer under his feet towards the pig-headed man. With the reaction force of the kick, he touched the ground with his other foot and pounced on the frog-headed man, the weakest of the three monsters.

The pig-headed man stretched out one hand and grasped the bone-crushing hammer tightly, and during this delay, Wu Xianxiao had already rushed in front of the frog-headed man. When the frog-headed man reached out to grab him with both hands, he held the boning knife in one hand and stretched out the other hand as a claw. He imprinted a tiger claw on the palm of the frog-headed man, which was twice the size of a normal person's. He clenched his single claw tightly, and his fingers pierced deeply into the flesh of the frog-headed man's palm. Then he pulled the tendons and bones of the palm of the frog-headed man down with force, pulling the frog-headed man's upper body to be level with him.

The next moment, Wu Xianxian stabbed the boning knife in his hand horizontally, directly into the side of the frog-headed man's huge frog head, and pierced through his spine. He then only had time to pull out the boning knife, and immediately turned around and hugged his head with his arms slightly tightened. Behind him, the dog-headed man had already pounced in front of him, and his bloody mouth was biting towards his head. With a click, he bit his arm.

Wu Xianxian didn't even frown. His bitten arm loosened and the boning knife in his palm fell. He stretched out his other intact arm to catch it, then stabbed the tip of the knife straight into the knives' jaws. The tip of the knife penetrated deeply into the brain. He turned his wrist, and when the knives' bite loosened, he didn't even have time to retract the boning knife. He just tilted his head back and barely avoided the bone crushing hammer that was smashing at him. The upper body of the knives in front of him was smashed to pieces by the bone crushing hammer.

When Wu Xianxian stood up, just three meters in front of him, there was a dark-skinned wild boar man with a boar head, huge fangs, and towering mane. He was at least three meters tall and was breathing heavily at him.

"Fool, this is a wild boar demon, it must have been practicing Taoism for at least fifty years, run!"

The emerald-haired Jiujiu was half-crouching on the edge of the conveyor belt in the distance, shouting loudly with a look of fear on her face.

Wu Xianxiao said nothing, but just moved his own qi and blood. However, the route of transporting qi and blood was completely different from before. It did not go through the dantian, but went all the way up from the spine to the spiritual platform.

If the main brain's personal information data interface was displayed at this time, it would be clear that the negative backflow rate in Wu Xianxiao's sea of ​​consciousness began to rise wildly.

Four percent, five percent, six percent...

When the negative backflow rate in the sea of ​​consciousness reached 10%, Wu Xianxiao closed his eyes, raised his head, roared, and when he opened his eyes again...

His eyes were already blood red!
(End of this chapter)