I'll forge a new destiny

Chapter 102 Attention

First, there's the table.

Or a chopping board?

In short, there was a loud crashing, crisp or dull sound. The chopping board and the tools on it began to fall apart under the influence of gravity.

There are several of them, which should be tools that Satyr was very accustomed to using during his lifetime. They changed their positions in the collision of the fall.

Those tools, which had more or less changed under Yunek's ability, headed towards their destined positions in the most suitable positions.

Amidst the rolling sound of bones, the already planned route guides them back to their master.

The dents created by Zhang Xing made the movement of these tools extremely smooth, without any feeling of sluggishness - as long as no one disturbed them.

Zhang Xing also thought about whether he should go up and give those tools a kick to see what the reaction would be.

Reason, or in other words, heart, stopped him from moving, allowing him to continue his staring behavior.

Just like fate, watch.

Destiny watched as the tools separated along the pit and landed on Satir's body from different positions. Then in his last twitch, he cut open the original owner's body.

It seems that these tools have been well taken care of by their owners over a long period of use, and they are extremely smooth when doing this last thing.

This is a good thing, after all, those who are good at killing should not be spared this fate.

During the previous convulsions, the blood that was supposed to have stagnated began to become more alive, gushing out along the wound with Satyr's remaining recovery power.

No, not just blood, but something else.

Among the non-fancy stripes outlined by the naturally flowing blood, a force visible to the naked eye is constantly leaking out along the cracks in the flesh.

In just an instant, the room was filled with the bloody smell that made Zhang Xing frown.

Zhang Xing looked at the gushing blood floating on Satir's body in front of him.

Suddenly he realized that if he was still willing, this thing that appeared in front of him under the influence of fate would still give him a chance to regret it.

As long as he reaches out his hand, the stench, darkness, and pure life force filled with terror and killing can directly become a part of his body.

Because this is... "Endless blood flow."

Zhang Xing didn't make any move. Just looking at it made him feel that he had made the right choice before. How could he regret it?

"but……"

Touching the vase hanging around his neck, Zhang Xing felt that it should be put away. And once it is collected into the Aquarius, no matter which direction of reconciliation he chooses, he will probably not be disappointed. .

"If you want to drink, forget it."

As a written raw material of resilience, it would be a waste to use it to reconcile chaos, and to reconcile order means having to make the current choice again.

Hell, I'm not even willing to use it as a reinforcement material. It would be even more unrealistic for Zhang Xing to choose to drink it later.

So Zhang Xing did nothing, just stood there quietly, watching the 'endless blood flow' continue to move in the direction he chose.

It is floating upward, supported by the power that constantly pours out from the pieces of meat.

"It turns out to be this hook."

The man raised his head, and what he saw was those that he had not paid attention to before. The pieces of meat that had been cut up by Satyr were hung on the house and used as hooks for display.

The blood flow hit the hook lock, causing the chains that had not escaped Yunek's ability to cut open the connection between themselves and the house, and then fell downwards.

The landing point was exactly the lump of meat that was beginning to lose its air.

The hooks and ropes trapped the blood flow, preventing it from continuing its upward path. The two Satyr's favorite things just fell on the Satyr's last remaining body.

The gap in the body began to burn after the last bit of blood gushes out. The inexplicable flames burned the piece of meat that was already somewhat shriveled and could no longer see its shape, along with everything that fell on it.

This is a casting, a casting under the watchful eye of fate.

I don’t know what the difference is between this casting and the one where Zhang Xing sacrificed a lucky draw opportunity with a destiny artifact.

"But your scene is really big enough!"

Zhang Xing originally thought that he was the actor in the final act, but unexpectedly, the director actually appeared in person.

He played a chord of fate for Zhang Xing and told him straightforwardly how fate works.

"The God of Death is coming, isn't he? If you dare, give me a gust of wind..."

Although his voice became softer and softer, Zhang Xing felt that he was getting tougher and tougher.

The man looked at his system and couldn't help but smile: "Who are you?"

I originally thought that this thing was an opponent of fate, but I kept telling Zhang Xing whether it was when I got the treasure vase or when it was cast this time.

There is nothing in opposition between the system of explaining yourself and your destiny. On the contrary, they are quite harmonious.

At least when fate gives something, it really uses its strength.

I don't know if he really doesn't care, or if he plans to hold it back in the future.

[I am a variable, and so are you. 】

"But our meeting is destined, right?"

[Not if you are dead. 】

"Hahahahaha..."

It seems like it’s not so destined~

Zhang Xing stepped forward, stood in front of his trophy, and stretched out his hand.

For him now, thinking too much is not a good thing, nor is it a useful thing.

"Anyway, since we are all variables, let's keep changing."

The crystal clear hook, as if made of red crystal, was held in Zhang Xing's hand.

The surging vitality of life comes from the hands. It made the surge of the invisible heart in Zhang Xing's chest become more powerful, and also made Zhang Xing's body stronger.

After waiting silently for a while, feeling the vitality begin to wane and finally disappear completely, Zhang Xing nodded.

He just said that if you don't eat it, how can you really absorb it?

Endless blood flow was used as the material to build this thing, and the original resilience will naturally not be completely retained. Those that were experienced at the beginning are probably the remaining traces.

If you still want this effect next, you have to find a way yourself.

As for what solution?

Looking at the hook, which was now very small compared to what it looked like before it was cast, Zhang Xing recalled his previous feelings and the usage that his instincts told him.

As long as he is caught by this hook, he will not be able to escape until Zhang Xing takes the initiative to let go or defeats his master.

At the same time, with the battle between Zhang Xing and the person being hooked, the hook rope will continuously draw out the power of the locked enemy as a supplement to the master.

"It's just forcing people to do bad things."

(End of this chapter)