Horror Revival: I Can Eat Evolution

But when Mu Feng moved his feet, Mu Feng realized that something was wrong.

This spell did not kill Mu Feng at all!
It is a bondage, a curse.

After the old man used it, Mu Feng's vitality was directly weakened. Coupled with Mu Feng's previous use, the vitality was swallowed up extremely quickly!
Moreover, the speed of Mu Feng's whole body movement also slowed down a lot, his whole body seemed to be filled with iron rods, and he couldn't move at all.

Under such circumstances, Mu Feng is like meat on the chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

Mu Feng took a deep breath, and the more anxious he became, the slower his movements became.

The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at Mu Feng with satisfaction: "Not bad."

While saying this, he took out a dark black knife.

This knife should not be originally black, but a layer of blood dirt on it, because of the accumulation of common areas and oxidation, it showed the current appearance.

Even with the dirt on it, its blade is still sharp.

The old man slowly played with it in his hand and lowered his voice.

"I will use this knife to cut off your meat piece by piece, how about it?"

When he said this, it was like asking if he had eaten, ordinary and calm.

Mu Feng shivered, and images began to appear in his mind.

Mu Feng tried to escape, but the more Mu Feng moved forward, the slower Mu Feng's speed became.

With Mu Feng's current situation, there is no way to get rid of the shackles of that spell.

Mu Feng could only move slowly, seeing the old man getting closer and closer to Mu Feng.

He played with the knife in his hand, and slowly stuck it to Mu Feng's arm.

"You hurt my hand just now, so let's start with your hand."

The old man raised his eyes, the eyeballs were covered with bright red blood, and some blood even overflowed because of his emotion.

His pale skin became more permeable in the dark night, not to mention his blood-stained face!
Mu Feng's heart tightened suddenly, and it was very difficult to speak.

His knife touched Mu Feng's skin, and the thick layer of dirt scraped Mu Feng again and again, leaving red marks on Mu Feng's body.

Mu Feng clenched his teeth, holding his breath and concentrating.

Only a crisp sound was heard - "Wow!"

It was the sound of a knife being cut.

Mu Feng's eyes widened, and he froze for a moment.

In the next second, the pain came from Mu Feng's arm, and part of the flesh of Mu Feng's left arm was cut off by him.

Although the old man cut it very thinly, the pain felt like it was magnified ten thousand times!
When the knife went down, Mu Feng not only felt the pain of the knife cut, but also felt that his wound was being bitten by thousands of ants.

Mu Feng opened his mouth wide, and let out a painful voice from his throat.

The old man smiled ferociously, with bloodshot eyes on his face, twisting and circling, which was set off by his pale skin even more strangely.

Mu Feng clenched his teeth tightly and forcibly endured the pain.

Mu Feng's movements were still slowly retreating, but the speed was extremely slow. To the old man, it was just a snail crawling slowly.

The old man looked at Mu Feng's arm with great interest, and said with a smile: "Do you think it would be better to have a piece of meat with you?"

This pervert actually came to ask Mu Feng's opinion?
Mu Feng was already in a cold sweat from the pain, took a deep breath, relieved his pain, and then said: "That's all."

To be honest, Mu Feng is a stubborn person.

Therefore, even in the face of the old man's threats, Mu Feng was unwilling to say a soft word under such a difficult situation.

Mu Feng's tough attitude naturally annoyed the old man.

The old man swung the knife in his hand again, and cut a line on Mu Feng's body, still along the same wound that Mu Feng had just done.

It was hard to stop the bleeding at first, but now he was injured more and more, and the blood rushed out again.

The pain is naturally doubled.

Such an extra stroke made Mu Feng burst into tears in pain.

This was really a natural physiological reaction, and Mu Feng couldn't control it.

The old man looked at Mu Feng's hand that was still bleeding, and became more and more excited. The old man actually stretched out his hand directly, caught Mu Feng's blood and brought it to his mouth to lick it.

The old man's expression froze for a moment, and he looked up at Mu Feng: "I really didn't expect you to be different from others."

The old head looked at Mu Feng left and right as if he had discovered a treasure, and even circled around Mu Feng.

"It's a pity, even if you are talented and intelligent, you will still be defeated by me."

The old man patted Mu Feng's shoulder, and a cold look flashed in his eyes.

Mu Feng took a deep breath and felt a strong killing intent.

Now the old man probably doesn't want to torture Mu Feng anymore.

The old man's only thought now is to kill Mu Feng!

With Mu Feng's current situation, there is no way to fight the old man.

Could it be that Mu Feng is going to be slaughtered by the old man like meat on a chopping board?
Mu Feng's breathing became more and more rapid, and the sweat on his body became heavier.

Do not!
wrong!

calm down!

Mu Feng became more and more nervous, and his mood became more and more unstable.

There was no other way, so Mu Feng had no choice but to keep hinting to himself in his heart that he wanted to calm down first and think of a solution carefully.

But the old man already had killing intent, he picked up the knife and pointed it at Mu Feng's heart.

"I have already decided on the next knife."

"Just start dissecting directly from your heart."

The old man said such a sentence, and then pushed the knife in his hand forward.

Mu Feng's current actions are simply not enough for Mu Feng to stop the old man's knife in such a short time.

Mu Feng's eyes widened and he took a deep breath.

And a bronze jade dagger!

This thought suddenly flashed through Mu Feng's mind.

Mu Feng felt that the old man had grasped at straws, his hands began to form seals, and he muttered formulas in a low voice.

Because, Mu Feng could clearly feel that the bronze jade dagger was not bound by the third spell, and the speed of the bronze jade dagger remained the same.

Mu Feng put the bronze jade dagger across his chest, blocking the old man's knife.

The blood-stained knife collided with the bronze jade dagger, and it was shocked back again and again.

And the blood stain on the knife was also caused by the sudden impact, causing a few pieces of dirt to fall off.

The old man never thought that there is such a skill.

Because of the power of the bronze jade dagger, the old man took several steps back and staggered.

Mu Feng breathed a sigh of relief and broke into a cold sweat for himself.

Fortunately, Mu Feng's brain turned quickly, otherwise he would have become the soul of the old man under the sword.

The old man stabilized his body, first looked at the knife in his hand, then at the bronze jade dagger in front of Mu Feng.