Desperate people, accept the seed of my soul!

The moment Song Chao stepped out of the agricultural machinery warehouse, the blood mist on his body could no longer be concealed.

Dark red mist surged out of his pores, thicker, denser, and faster than it had been in Shikan Village.

They were no longer a light, wispy mist, but rather rose from his body like boiling steam, gathering above his head into a constantly writhing, blood-red cloud.

His eyes had turned completely dark red.

The iris, pupil, and whites of the eyes were all soaked in blood, emitting a faint red glow in the night, like two lanterns reaching out from hell.

With each step he took forward, a spiderweb of dark red cracks appeared on the gravel road beneath his feet.

That was the blood-based power seeping from the soles of his shoes, spreading in all directions along the ground, instantly turning the dampness in the cracks of the stones into a blood color.

The smell of rust in the air was so strong it was as if someone had overturned an entire blood delivery truck in this neighborhood.

All the rats in the warehouse died.

They huddled in the hole in the wall, their bodies stiff, maintaining their final curled-up posture, with fine beads of blood seeping from their seven orifices.

It wasn't the Song Dynasty that killed them.

The power of his bloodline was too strong, so strong that weak creatures within a hundred meters could not withstand it.

The first line of defense is outside the safe house.

Six members of the Sharp Blade team were stationed in a house 500 meters west of the safe house.

The house was temporarily requisitioned, and all the furniture in the living room on the first floor was removed, leaving three cots and a folding table. On the table were walkie-talkies, infrared monitors, and two spare rifles.

The windows are covered with blackout film, so the lights inside cannot be seen from the outside.

At 2:17 a.m., people are at their sleepiest.

The team member by the window yawned, raised his hand to rub his eyes, and glanced at the screen of the infrared monitor out of the corner of his eye.

The outer area of ​​the safe zone on the screen was still a clean blue-green, with no heat source signals.

"Old Liu, do you think that guy surnamed Song will come?"

He picked up the thermos on the table and took a sip of strong tea. The tea leaves had been steeping at the bottom of the cup for a whole day and night, and were bitter and astringent.

"What are you coming for?"

Old Liu lay on his cot, his hands behind his head, staring at the cracks in the ceiling.

"It's been a whole day and night, and we haven't seen a single person. Didn't you see the situation report from headquarters? The blood mist over Shikan Village still hasn't dissipated. Song Chao is probably exhausted by now and has found a place to hide and recuperate."

"But didn't the higher-ups say we needed to be more vigilant?"

"When has the higher-ups not told us to be more vigilant?"

Old Liu turned over and pulled the blanket over himself.

"You're new to Sharp Blade, so you don't understand. I've seen this kind of thing a lot. The louder they shout from above, the less confident they are. They've already filmed the surrender video, what else can they do? If the Song Dynasty really dares to come, that would be good, saving us from wasting time here."

As soon as he finished speaking, a scent suddenly wafted through the air.

It's very light.

It was like the first stream of water flowing from a rusty pipe, or like the dark red pool of water next to a fish stall in a market.

Old Liu wrinkled his nose.

"What does it taste like?"

The team members near the window also smelled it.

He put down his thermos, got up and walked to the window, lifted a corner of the blackout film and looked out.

There was nothing in the alley.

The white light of the searchlight swept slowly across the gravel road, and the lid of the trash can at the base of the wall swayed gently in the wind.

"It's probably just the sewer smelling."

He lowered the blackout film and turned around.

Then he saw Old Liu's face.

Two dark red streaks of blood hung below Old Liu's nose.

"Old Liu, your nose is bleeding."

Old Liu raised his hand and touched his nose, his finger stained with a patch of scarlet blood.

He looked down at his fingers, his pupils suddenly contracting.

He had served in the army for fifteen years and had seen all kinds of wounds, so he recognized it at a glance.

This is not a nosebleed.

Nosebleeds are bright red; they are arterial blood that gushes out after a blood vessel ruptures.

It was dark red, viscous, and had a strong rusty smell.

It is venous blood.

Venous blood cannot flow from the nose unless something is squeezing the blood vessels in his body.

"alarm--"

Before he could even utter a sound, a metallic sweetness welled up in his throat.

The team members by the window saw blood starting to ooze from Lao Liu's mouth.

It was gushing out, as if something unseen was frantically squeezing inside Lao Liu's body, forcing blood out of every orifice.

Old Liu's eyes widened to their limit, his pupils dilated to the extreme, and the capillaries on the whites of his eyes began to burst, the red blood vessels spreading rapidly and turning his entire eye a dark red.

He opened his mouth to shout, but what came out of his throat was not a sound, but a cloud of blood mist.

Then his body went limp, as if all his bones had been removed, and he collapsed silently onto the cot.

The team member near the window rushed to the table and grabbed the walkie-talkie.

His heart skipped a beat the moment his fingertip touched the fire button.

It felt like being gripped tightly by a red-hot iron hand.

He looked down and saw his chest heave violently.

There's something bulging under my skin.

It's blood.

His blood was flowing backward, rushing from his heart to his limbs and back again, pounding wildly in his blood vessels with a dull thud.

He pressed the launch button.

There was only a very brief "sizzle" sound from the walkie-talkie, then his fingers loosened, the walkie-talkie slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

As he fell backward, he saw the fluorescent light on the ceiling swaying.

The lights are getting dimmer.

It's getting more and more popular.

Then I couldn't see anything anymore.

At the same moment, all two hundred members of the Sharp Blade team fell in nineteen houses within a 500-meter radius.

No one had time to raise the alarm.

No one had time to pull the trigger.

At the same instant, everyone's heart was gripped by an invisible force, causing blood to flow backward, blood vessels to burst, and organs to fail, rendering them unable to fight within seconds.

They are not dead.

The Song Dynasty did not kill them.

Their hearts were still beating, their blood was still flowing, and they were still breathing.

But they all fell into a deep coma, as if someone had pressed the reset button on their bodies, and it was a long time before they woke up.

This was the first time the Song Dynasty had left room for maneuver in the midst of the killings.

The rapid response force in the middle layer of the safe house held out for ten seconds longer than the force on the outer layer.

The ten seconds wasn't because they were stronger, but because it took time for the Song Dynasty's bloodline power to penetrate from the outer layer to the middle layer.

The elite members of the Sharp Blade unit sounded the alarm the moment they realized that the outside world had lost contact.

The piercing alarm blared throughout the entire block.

All the searchlights in the yard turned to the outside at the same time, and the white light made the exterior walls of the houses look as white as day.

The vital signs monitor on the rooftop was flashing wildly, and the life signals representing the two hundred people on the outside jumped from green to yellow one after another, and then from yellow to red.

too fast.