Reborn as Xiao in another world, targeted by the little red bird

Chapter 322 Human Bomb

In the alley, the light was dim, and the hideous scar on Lao Chuan's face looked like a bright red centipede, coiled around his left eyebrow bone and cutting off the end of his eyebrow.

Bright red blood slowly seeped out from under the scar and flowed down his cheeks, like little blood-red snakes crawling on his face.

His left eye was completely stained red with blood, but his right eye was still normal and filled with panic. It was unclear whether he was frightened by Xiao's sudden attack or by the sounds that kept coming into his ears.

It was a clear "cracking" sound of bones deforming, and it seemed that only he could hear it.

"He's just an ordinary person with some skills. Aren't you being too harsh?"

After Mo Zuche drove away the patrol team, he walked to Xiao's side and saw Lao Chuan's face covered in blood, looking very miserable, and couldn't help but say.

"It wasn't me." Xiao replied.

When he just caught Lao Chuan, Lao Chuan was not like this, and Green Xiao can testify to this.

At that time, there was only a gray-white scar on Lao Chuan's face. There was no bleeding. It looked like an injury he had suffered a long time ago. It seemed that he had almost had his left eye dug out by the claws of some wild beast.

Although Lao Chuan at that time looked a little creepy at first glance, he was still normal.

I don't know when it started, but this old scar suddenly broke open, like a gaping bloody mouth, continuously spitting out blood, as if something was eager to get out of his brain.

Logically, Xiao should find a way to stop the bleeding, but he vaguely felt that something was wrong, so he still maintained the posture he used to subdue the man, pinching his neck and pressing his knee against his chest.

A low "ho ho" growl came from Lao Chuan's throat, and no one knew what he meant.

"It wasn't you who did it?" Mo Zuche stared at the hideous face covered in blood. After a moment, he finally realized something and frowned slightly. "This seems to be different from ordinary pollution."

"He is transforming into an actor." Xiao's tone was very firm. He could feel that the aura on Lao Chuan, which seemed like the remnants of a demon, was becoming stronger.

"Are you sure?" Mo Zuche raised his eyebrows.

The changes in Lao Chuan's body have just begun. For the time being, there are no obvious changes that can be seen at a glance. Many subtle changes and abnormalities are not obvious, but they are like undercurrents hidden under the water, quietly surging.

Mo Zuche's job mainly involves contact with relics, and he does not have much experience in dealing with these disasters. With his limited abilities, he cannot accurately identify the specific situation of Lao Chuan.

"There is an anchor point inside." Xiao spoke again.

This time, there was a hint of uncertainty in his eyes.

He felt a familiar atmosphere in the hot spring, which reminded him of the temple he saw in his hallucination. The atmosphere of the two was almost exactly the same.

Since the temple in the illusion corresponds to an important anchor point in reality, he speculated that there is a high probability that there is also an anchor point in the hot spring bath just a few walls away from them.

"Are you sure?" Mo Zuche couldn't help but ask again, anxiety and worry beginning to well up in his eyes.

If what Xiao said was true, then the situation was quite serious, which meant that as long as there was enough time, the envoy could deploy all of his troops into the city.

That was a beast tide that started at the million level, and the number of disasters was more than the population of the entire city.

"Let's go to the soup field and take a look." As he spoke, Xiao's eyes fell on Lao Chuan, "How should we deal with this person?"

"wait."

As Mozuche spoke, he searched anxiously in his storage bracelet.

At this moment, Xiao suddenly felt a strong malice coming towards him. He subconsciously looked down and found that Lao Chuan was staring at him. His gaze was like countless sharp steel needles, trying to pierce a bloody hole in Xiao's body.

This malice came from Lao Chuan's left eye, which was stained with blood. It seemed that some terrifying existence was staring at Xiao through this eye.

The malice was like a materialized sharp blade, exuding the breath of death, and it pierced straight into Xiao's heart. Xiao felt as if he was poured with a basin of ice water from head to toe, and he shivered involuntarily.

not good!

Xiao was shocked. His body reacted faster than his brain. A green wind began to surge around him. His leg muscles subconsciously exerted force and he crashed into the person beside him.

"Back off!"

Before he finished his words, Lao Chuan's body suddenly exploded with a dull sound. Flesh and blood turned into mist and splashed everywhere, dyeing the nearby walls and the ground a glaring red.

Caught off guard, Mo Zuche felt as if he had been hit hard by a beast cart. He retreated again and again until his back hit the wall, leaving a circle of human-shaped dents on the wall. Only then did he stop.

Click!

A few pebbles hit his face, and something seemed to have pierced into the wall next to his head.

He dug himself out of the wall, turned around and saw a piece of bone flashing with cold light stuck at the edge of the dent in the wall.

He pulled out the bone and found that one side of the bone had been sharpened to a very sharp point, more like a knife than a bone.

Bone blade?

He was immediately startled, turned his head to look at the direction where he was just now, and called out loudly: "Xiao?!"

The next moment, a reassuring cold voice came from the blood mist.

"I am fine."

Xiao's figure slowly emerged from the blood mist, like a lotus flower that emerges from the mud without being stained, without even a trace of blood on his body.

On the contrary, it was Mo Zuche, because he was not prepared at all when Lao Chuan exploded. Now there were bloodstains on his clothes, and he looked more like the first person to be hit.

It's not Mo Zuche's fault for being too careless. After all, this is a city, and he hasn't made any enemies with anyone, so there won't be anything that can threaten his safety. Although Xiao just said that the envoy had placed an anchor in the city, that was just a guess.

On the other hand, Xiao had a keen sense and quick reaction. With that malicious intent as a reminder, he had already been prepared, and this level of attack could not touch him at all.

Mo Zuche looked at Xiao's clean clothes, then looked at himself, and couldn't help but smile: "You are really quick to react."

Xiao ignored Mozuche's praise.

A gust of wind suddenly blew in the dark and closed alley, carrying away the blood mist floating in the air and revealing the scene beneath the blood mist.

Xiao stared at the ground covered in blood and flesh, his eyes cold, and uttered four words word by word: "Human bomb."

"It seems that there is indeed an anchor point nearby." Mo Zuche brushed off the wall dust on his clothes, his face became serious. He shook the bone blade he had just pulled out of the wall and said, "The man just now was not a cultivator. An ordinary self-explosion would not turn his bones into this, unless...

Something descended upon him, reshaping his body while also deciding for him to self-destruct."