The author's diary of ghost stories

"Ding--"

The elevator door slowly opened, and Yu Liang walked out of it holding the character "broken". This was what he had prepared for the enemy that was about to appear.

But no, the corridor on the sixth floor was calm, and he seemed to be the first to get here.

Yu Liang re-examined his character column. He decided to eliminate threats outside the room where he rested, so he glanced at the numbers on the button of another elevator. That elevator followed him and reached the sixth floor.

He stood at the door of the elevator, about three steps away from the elevator door. This distance allowed him to use character attacks immediately, and also allowed him to get out of the opponent's character attack range immediately.

"Ding——" The elevator door slowly opened like a curtain on a stage, revealing the hellish scene inside.

The strong and pungent smell of blood emerged like a wave, and the entire interior of the elevator was red, as if it had been sprayed with blood-colored paint. Three human corpses were piled aside. They had only one fatal wound, all on their necks.

Defeat the enemy with one strike, precise and elegant.

Beside their bodies, a man was squatting there, wiping two table knives with their clothes.

"Do you think a person like me is suitable to be the protagonist?" He didn't look at Yu Liang, but just smiled to himself.

Yu Liang flipped the chess pieces on his necklace back and forth and scanned the person in front of him from head to toe.

Wearing a large, simple white T-shirt, he has an upper-middle appearance and handsome features, but there is a hint of evil in the smile at the corner of his mouth.

What worried Yu Liang the most was that there was no blood on this white T-shirt, and it still looked spotless.

This hunter had no problem dealing with these three burly tourists in this narrow elevator.

"Who are you?" Yu Liangliang had already guessed who it was, but he still asked calmly.

"Li Huachao (pronounced the same as "Zhao"), I don't know who gave me such a tasteless name, but to be honest, I quite like it." Li Huachao slowly stood up and smiled shyly, but There was a hint of cunning hidden in his eyes, "You should understand who I am."

"Why did you come to me?" Yu Liang was a little curious. According to the introduction on his panel, he was the stalker.

"Is this important? It's probably important, because you all believe that everything must have a purpose." Li Hua asked and answered questions to himself. He walked past Yu Liang and walked to the stairwell next to the elevator. There was a faint sound coming from there. He heard the footsteps, "Then my purpose is to prevent you from dying. Once you die, no one can write my story anymore."

"This statement is probably acceptable to you." He turned his back to Yu Liang and walked further and further away, the table knife spinning like a silver knife in his hand, "But as far as I'm concerned, I just want to do what I like to do. .I can know the whole process of Lao Du's death. It's like a trailer for my arrival. All the emotions he had before his death are all covered in me. How to put it, it's like someone is deliberately teasing me. My hatred for you is just counterproductive. I watched that trailer three times. A blind man with no power to bind a chicken can actually kill a hunter with such powerful power. If it were me, just thinking about it The power gap is enough to despair. So now I am only curious about you."

He chuckled: "I want to know if I give you another chance, can you kill me now?"

Heavy breathing came from the stairwell, and three men came out of the door in the next second. The fierce man headed by him looked at Li Huachao and Yu Liang a little further away. He whispered to Li Huachao: "Brother, this is The prey we like first, or we can share what is on him together, on a per-head basis, and whoever sees it will have a share."

"Brother Wang, don't talk nonsense to him, just grab it!" The younger brother next to him suggested timely, putting the pressure on Li Huachao.

"Well, okay." Li Huachao sighed. He looked at the bright silver blade reflecting the blade in his hand, then threw it up and caught it acrobatically. At this time, he had already changed the way he held the blade.

I could see that he was holding it with his left hand and his right hand behind his back. His whole body was loose, his steps were sloppy, and he looked vulnerable.

"Looks like you want to have a try with me?" Brother Wang's name is Wang Yi. He was originally just a street corner gangster. When he was older, he was sent to a martial arts school to be a martial arts sparring partner. Although he didn't learn anything, he was able to deal with ordinary people. Have it at your fingertips.

He has been living in this zoo for half a month, and even if his life is not as comfortable as before, it is still better than most tourists. He looked at the tall man in front of him and confirmed that this guy was not on his "not to be messed with" list.

Wang Yi looked at the knife in the other person's hand and couldn't help but feel funny. Is this blunt knife meant to be funny?

He took out a machete from the inventory, its light flashing, and he raised his hand and drew it towards Li Huachao.

Now that he has decided to take action, there is absolutely no reason to hold back. This move is powerful and heavy. If it hits, at least one hand will be there to explain it.

However, at this moment Li Huachao also moved. He raised his hand and handed out the knife in his right hand. The distance of three or four steps seemed to be completely non-existent under his feet. Facing the machete that was slashing horizontally, he raised his left hand and the blade he was holding was just right. He protected his wrist to block the machete, and with a clear "dang" sound, he had already swung away the sharp sword, but the opponent's door was wide open.

"Puff——"

The table knife pierced Wang Yi's throat. He covered his throat and made a hoarse sound. However, struggling could not stop the blood spurting out. It only made his death look more ugly. He collapsed on the ground. , in the last moments of his life there were only meaningless twitches and spasms.

Li Huachao squatted down, inflicted one last blow on Wang Yi's body, then raised his hand to collect all his characters and items that fell out of the inventory.

Then he raised his foot and kicked up the carpet on the ground so that it covered the bloody corpse, and then kicked Brother Wang who was no longer moving. His corpse rolled up with the carpet until it rolled to the feet of the younger brothers. Stop, like a chicken taco, and it looks ridiculous.

"Wha...what!?" The two younger brothers didn't expect that Brother Wang couldn't even sustain a move, and they were immediately frightened out of their wits.

Li Huachao didn't care about them. He looked at the chicken roll with a solemn expression on his face, like a priest who saved the souls of the dead. He made a few prayers for rest on his chest, and then he faced his little brother who was standing aside at a loss. They looked at the watches on their wrists and started counting down: "5, 4, 3..."

Without him saying anything else, the younger brothers ran away in a hurry. They hadn't looked at each other since the boss fell to the ground. Now that they received Li Huachao's instructions to spare his life, they immediately didn't look back.

Li Huachao didn't care either. He didn't care about killing or not killing.

"You can rest now." He turned back and smiled at Yu Liang, "I will guard you nearby."

Yu Liang tapped his blind stick lightly, and Li Huachao's actions just now were still replaying in his mind.

The sword in the right hand has no deviation and is pointed directly at the enemy's neck from the beginning. The sword in the left hand is held in the forehand. As long as the wrist is turned slightly, the blade of the sword can be used to protect the wrist, and then the opponent's attack is forcibly deflected and a gap is created. free time...

Perfectly taking advantage of the shot speed advantage of the hunter profession, the movements are streamlined to the point where there is no redundancy, even smoother than Lao Du.

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Killing Li Huachao is more difficult than killing Lao Du.

At this moment, Yu Liang clearly realized this.

Why do you feel a little cold? QAQ

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