"It's so ugly. "

Nero, who was leaning against the riverside mill and wiping the Yama Sword on his hand with a rag, put down his hand, raised the Yama Sword, and observed its blade, "Are you the Yama Sword?

"

The blade of the sword had a slight dark red sheen, seeming to acknowledge it.

Nero smiled and said: "But there is no other way, right? Those who dare not resist fate can only obey fate. In that case, no matter how miserable the end is... people, you know that as long as you work hard a little bit,

But I still don’t know what I’m afraid of…”

She closed her eyes and listened to the mournful screams coming from the mill behind her.

Indifferent.

…

…

"That's it."

Cook was not familiar with the terrain near the town, but when it came to the abandoned mill outside the town, almost everyone in the town knew where it was, so it didn't take much effort for him to find it.

The sun has long since set, but looking from a distance, you can see a faint firelight coming from the mill, probably a fire lamp or something like that.

Two men were sitting not far away from the gate of the mill. They held flashlights in their hands and were shining them everywhere...probably waiting for their arrival.

Cook picked up a stone from the ground, and with smooth movements, like a wild cat lurking at night, he approached the back of a man very quickly and silently.

He suddenly got angry, covered the man's mouth with one hand from behind, and then hit his temple hard with his fist. The man's eyes suddenly widened, and he lost consciousness in an instant.

The man was naturally unable to hold the flashlight in his hand steadily. When the flashlight fell to the ground, it attracted the attention of another man.

Another man subconsciously moved his flashlight to shine, but at this time he just heard the sound of something knocking on the other side!

He quickly followed it again.

But this was just a stone thrown by Cook... The other man did not appear at this time. In the darkness, something approached him from behind.

He just felt a heavy blow, a very heavy blow. Before his brain had time to reflect the pain at the back, it had cut off the sensory nerve endings and fell to the ground.

In less than five seconds, Cook had already dealt with these two gatekeepers... The more he felt that he must not be an ordinary person, but he could not continue to think about this issue at this moment.

He walked towards the mill, intending to peek inside through the closed window on the side.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the wooden door of the mill suddenly opened and opened, and Zhang Kun's voice was heard, "Shame, give me some water! I'm dying of thirst!"

The Zhang Kun in front of me was shirtless, covered in sweat, and was wearing a belt around his waist. He looked a little tired... but Zhang Kun's eyes suddenly widened!

He saw Cook... This foreign man was like an evil ghost, appearing silently in front of him in the dark night.

That was the most terrifying look he had ever seen in his life. Zhang Kun suddenly shuddered and said, "Shameless! Where are you people!!"

He even subconsciously took a step back, but he couldn't move faster than Cook, and the punch with his cast-iron fist hit Zhang Kun's chest without any hesitation, like a cannonball.

Even though this guy was covered in fat, he couldn't cushion this huge impact! His internal organs suddenly felt like they were overturned! Zhang Kun even heard the sound of his sternum breaking!

Bang!!

His whole body flew out and hit the wooden pillar of the mill directly, causing the pillar to almost break! This wooden pillar was thicker than an adult male's thigh!

But Cook did not feel the joy of Zhang Kun at all. He just stood outside the mill door with his body trembling slightly.

Inside the door...in the corner of the mill, the girl...Zhi was blindfolded, stuffed with cloth and tied to the ground. Next to her, San'er was raising her head absentmindedly.

The scattered head could not hide the desperate look on San'er's face. She just hugged her body tightly and grasped the tattered clothes with both hands.

On the arms, shoulders, and exposed legs, bruises and bruises can be seen everywhere.

A threshold seems to separate the two worlds.

"San'er..." Cook called this name for the first time. He subconsciously crossed the threshold and walked forward.

"Don't come here!!" San'er suddenly shouted.

She hugged her head tightly with both hands, her body shook harder and harder, and she screamed, "Don't come here!! Don't come here!! Don't look at me! Don't look at me!!"

"San'er!" Cook rushed to San'er and hugged her tightly with both arms.

San'er fell on Cook's shoulder and howled loudly, hissing loudly and beating the man's strong body with his fists, "Why did you come... Why did you come..."

"sorry Sorry sorry."

San'er suddenly stopped and said softly and plaintively: "Mark... I don't want to think about it... I don't want to think about this beast... I don't want to think about it even more, thinking about it right in front of Zhi... Mark,

do you know……"

"It's okay, it's okay." Cook hugged her more tightly.

"It's different... I'm different from you..." San'er gradually lost consciousness, "It's different... Mark, please take good care of Zhi for me, okay? I'm so tired... so tired."

"San'er... San'er?" Cook felt the San'er's body in his arms shaking slightly.

"San'er!!"

This woman now has a large area of ​​bright red coming out of her abdomen... She holds a piece of firewood in both hands, and the sharp wood head turns it into sharp spikes.

"San'er!!!!!!"

Cook's eyes suddenly turned red, and he had a splitting headache, almost exploding. He covered his head with one hand, held San'er's fallen body with the other, and knelt on the ground, his mouth almost split open... He,

Can't make a sound.

Suddenly a strong wind struck, and relying on instinct, Cook waved his hand to block it, but the force of the impact was so great that his body was knocked away.

It's just that his body's strength was beyond his imagination. Under this impact, he didn't even stop and rolled up at an extremely fast speed.

In front of me is a guy wearing a coat.

Definitely not a guy that Zhang Kun and his ilk can compare to... Cook instinctively felt that his body was on guard against this guy.

But the weird man wearing a coat, a hat and a mask in front of him looked at San'er who fell on the ground, shook his head and said: "Is this really such a visible ending? I thought it would be different, that he would be stronger.

.”

"Did you...instruct them to do this?" Cook's voice turned cold, like ice.

"That's right." The weirdo shrugged and said, "Are you very moved? I didn't expect that this woman was quite chaste. She felt sorry for you, so she committed suicide. By the way, let me ask, is there anyone who treats you like this?

What is it like to be a woman? Hey... you seem to be indifferent?"

Cook said calmly: "No, I want to kill you, but I won't let you anger me. Losing my calm is not good for me... Even if I really want to kill you, I will not lose my calm."

The weirdo was stunned for a moment, then suddenly sighed and said, "Although I had slightly thought that this would be the result, I still felt like a failure when I saw it. It seems that you are really dead inside... Forget it."

The weirdo shrugged and suddenly said: "In this case, keeping this guy... is useless, right?"

The weirdo held his hand, and saw a cold light outside the mill break through the window, penetrate into the weirdo's palm, and then suddenly move towards Zhiqie on the ground.

But in the end, the cold light just passed across the floor, right where Zhi was originally lying!

At the same time, Cook had already hugged Zhi and rolled on the ground a few times. After quickly standing up, he still desperately saved Zhi from the hands of this weirdo.

Although this left a deep wound on his left arm that was visible to the bone.

"squeak!"

I only heard the voice in my arms whispering, "Uncle Mark, where's mom..."

"She...she's fine."

"Uncle Mark... let's go home... I'm so scared... I'm scared... It hurts... it hurts..."

Cook reached out and touched Zhi's back, tenderly...bloody red.

"Oh, I seem to have been hit." The weirdo laughed twice.

But Cook couldn't hear... He didn't want to hear it himself. Calmness was withdrawing from his body, and something hot was surging deep in his stagnant heart.

"Squeak, squeak!!"

"Uncle Mark...Zhi can't see...it's so dark...I'm telling you...Mom, mom must, must like you...Uncle Mark..." Zhi Yue said weakly: "You...be Zhi's father...

How about..."

The girl in her arms finally lost her breath.

Cook hugged her body, knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and remained motionless.

…

It's been a long time... Cook still looked motionless.

The weirdo standing not far away... Nero scratched his cheek subconsciously at this time, muttering to himself: Did he go too far?

Suddenly there was a fiery reaction from the Yan Demon Sword in his hand, Nero's eyes narrowed... and a look of excitement suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he murmured to himself: "It's coming, it's coming... It's finally here.

!”

Wisps of black gas, like smoke rising from a campfire, emerged from Cook's body.

The entangled black energy became stronger and stronger, but at this time, Cook just gently put down Zhi's body and stood up silently.

He looked at the person in front of him silently, and after a while, he said calmly: "Nero... you have gone too far."
To be continued...