Mysterious Resurrection: Beginning with the Bride's Curse

Chapter 102 Yu Zhile was beheaded

The old man's expression was very calm, as if he had expected it. There was no sadness or joy in his open eyes.

He looked like he was still holding his eyes open, but his expression was too calm.

Yu Zhile moved the old man's head forward. The blood in his neck was still flowing and warm.

It showed that he had not been dead for a long time. The incision on his neck was very flat and was cut off with a knife.

This shows that the person who killed the old man was very strong, a young man or someone who needed to use his arms all year round.

Throwing his head away, Yu Zhile shook his somewhat groggy head.

Excessive blood loss.

Yu Zhile looked forward and looked at his knife. It was fairly flat with not many gaps and could still be used.

The old man's knife was broken, and there were many cuts on it. He must have been fighting with it along the way.

It was actually hard for Yu Zhile to imagine that in this era filled with supernatural beings, cold weapons would actually be used.

Logically speaking, this shouldn't happen, but the reality forced him to believe it.

Yu Zhile continued to walk forward, walking on a road filled with blood.

After walking for a while, Yu Zhile stopped. He turned his head and looked around. In an alley, a man pulled a knife out of a man's neck with difficulty.

The man was breathing heavily, and the clothes on his body were stained red with blood.

The man looked back at Yu Zhile and showed a sad smile.

Then he sat down on the ground, holding the knife and covering his stomach with one hand.

But one hand cannot cover the intestines pouring out from the stomach.

Seeing that he couldn't cover it, the man simply stopped covering it. He tore off his clothes with his hands and mouth, wrapped them around casually, and struggled to stand up.

He looked at Yu Zhile, his body was shaking a little, but his eyes were calm.

Yu Zhile was silent for a moment and walked into the alley.

A minute later, the man fell to the ground, blood pouring from his neck.

"Crazier than me..."

Yu Zhile looked at his chest, where there was a wound where bones could be seen.

It was chopped out by this man with his life.

Yu Zhile leaned against the wall and wrapped the wound with clothes with difficulty. Now he did not think about waiting for his ghost to recover.

He just wanted to know why the people in the village were so crazy.

Even if he is desperate, he will kill with a knife.

After a few simple twists, Yu Zhile supported the wall and walked towards the entrance of the village.

The closer we get to the village entrance, the more corpses there are, and most of them are incomplete.

Either hands or feet were severed, and some were even split in half with a knife.

Looking at these corpses, Yu Zhile felt a chill in his heart.

He knew that if he met the person who caused all this, his chances of winning would be extremely slim.

His sword and energy cannot achieve this effect.

Yu Zhile spit out a mouthful of blood, and the severe pain in his body made it difficult for him to walk.

But he was still allowed to walk to the village entrance.

There is an open space at the entrance of the village. Under the moonlight, this open space is especially bloody and terrifying.

The pale moonlight shone on the piled corpses, making these villagers who would not close their eyes even after death look extremely strange.

At this moment, at the entrance of the village, there were four people standing in four directions.

Three of the four people were staggering, and their bodies were covered with wounds, large and small.

There was a woman, not old, only in her twenties. She had a broken arm, and there was a bloody patch in front of her chest, and two things were missing.

The woman looked at the other hands expressionlessly, the knife in her hand trembling.

All four people saw Yu Zhile for the first time.

The four of them had some surprise in their eyes.

Among the four, the one in the best condition was a man holding a long knife, similar to the Tang Dao in the past. The man was very strong, shirtless, and had a butcher's knife on his waist.

Yu Zhile knew this man's occupation just by looking at him.

He is a butcher, that is, a pig-killer.

"He didn't come here, but he made you, a newcomer to the village, come here." The butcher frowned slightly as he looked at Yu Zhile, "I don't think it's worth it."

"Is it worth it? Didn't you come here like this before?" The only woman looked at the butcher expressionlessly. She leaned against the wall to support herself from falling.

The other two men remained silent, just looking away from Yu Zhile, and then looked at the mountains outside the village.

"It seems like you, the butcher, have won again. Is that thing on the mountain really unable to kill you?" A man turned to look at the butcher.

The butcher was silent for a moment, shook his head, and nodded again, "I can kill, but I can't kill them all."

"How many of those things are there?" The man's expression suddenly became ferocious, staring at the butcher, "How many times do we need to repeat this?"

"Repeat until we kill that thing completely and it won't appear!" The butcher looked at the man coldly, "If you are still like this, you should not come here to kill, but be killed by others and let others come here. !”

The man was silent for a long time and said, "There will be no next time." The butcher said nothing and turned to look at Yu Zhile, "As a newcomer, you can die last."

After saying that, the butcher walked towards the woman with his knife in hand.

The woman sneered, struggled to prop up her body, picked up the knife that was already full of gaps, and walked towards the butcher step by step.

The butcher quickly walked up to the woman and chopped off her head before the woman's knife fell.

Just chop it like a pig's head.

The blood spurted from the woman's neck fell onto the butcher's face.

Without blinking, the butcher turned and walked towards the other two men.

The corners of the two men's mouths twitched, and they walked up together with knives in hand.

Then, the heads of the two people were thrown aside, and the headless corpse fell to the ground, adding to the pile of corpses.

Seeing that three people were killed in just one minute, Yu Zhile knew that there was a high probability that he would die today.

But he actually already knew some truth in his heart.

This village is trapped in a dream, and the things that can't be killed should be the source ghosts.

As for why they kill each other, Yu Zhile got some answers.

After the butcher killed the three people, his aura became colder and his expression became closer to that of a ghost.

The person who lives to the end may have the supernatural power to fight against the source ghost. This makes sense, why the butcher said that thing can kill.

Yu Zhile took a deep breath and quickly recalled things that could excite him.

This stimulates the secretion of adrenaline.

Although he didn't know if his current body could still secrete adrenaline, he had to give it a try.

He didn't want to be hacked to death like this.

Yu Zhile's breathing began to become heavier, and the pain on his body gradually disappeared.

Yu Zhile stood up unsteadily and looked directly at the butcher, who had only a few small wounds on his body until now.

The butcher noticed something unusual about the young man in front of him, and he was slightly surprised. "You... are very good. You can come to the pork shop to buy pork from me tomorrow morning."

After saying that, the butcher strode towards Yu Zhile and ran towards him.

Yu Zhile looked up at the butcher and licked the corner of his mouth, which was full of blood.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and rushed over.

The Tang knife slashed over with great force and went straight to Yu Zhile's face.

Yu Zhile's body tilted greatly. He rolled to avoid the knife and at the same time thrust the knife across his chest.

Bang~!

The Tang knife accurately struck the back of his chest. Yu Zhile took several steps back uncontrollably, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Have you practiced?" The butcher put away his knife and looked at Yu Zhile.

Yu Zhile forcefully swallowed the blood that surged into his throat, "After practicing for a year or two..."

"Teach me tomorrow." The butcher nodded, then sharply raised the knife and pointed it towards Yu Zhile's neck.

The knife was very fast, and Yu Zhile could only retreat. The butcher was very strong, and he almost died with the knife just now.

Before the knife was lifted, the butcher took a step forward and continued to slash his neck with the knife.

Yu Zhile's pupils shrank slightly, he raised the knife and slapped it, and then took several steps back.

The butcher narrowed his eyes slightly, showing his strength.

Yu Zhile held the knife across his shoulder with trembling hands.

The butcher nodded, seemingly satisfied, then sharply raised his knife and chopped off Yu Zhile's head.

The knife was still fast, but faster this time.

Yu Zhile stared at the knife that was coming. When the knife was about to hit his head, he took a step back and used the knife on his shoulder to deflect the butcher's knife.

Pulling the knife, and then slitting his throat, this was a killing technique rarely performed by his former martial arts teacher.

However, the scene in my imagination in which I pushed away the butcher's knife and then slashed it across the butcher's neck did not appear.

Yu Zhile looked at the broken knife in front of the butcher's neck in astonishment.

If the knife was intact, it would have cut through the butcher's neck.

The perspective began to reverse, and the world began to rotate.

Yu Zhile looked at the butcher who was standing upside down. The look in his eyes seemed to be one of reluctance or pity.

The butcher looked at the headless corpse lying on the ground and the human heads on the ground. He touched his neck and muttered, "I'm going to learn from him tomorrow."

After saying that, the coldness on the butcher's body almost turned into reality. He shook off the blood on his knife and looked up at the mountains outside the village.

At this moment, on the looming path up the mountain, a man carrying a long object was walking stiffly down the mountain.

When the butcher saw this man, he had a dead look on his face and showed no emotion at all. He walked out of the village with his knife and went up the mountain with bloody footprints.

"Baby, who won?"

A familiar voice sounded, and Yu Zhile opened his eyes suddenly. He subconsciously touched his neck, his eyes full of horror.

(End of this chapter)