If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon.

On the morning of four days, the huntress walked to the center of the frozen lake deep in the coniferous forest.

She stood next to the half-excavated ice cave, squatted down, and turned the body lying on the side of the ice cave, revealing the face covered with blood-red frost.

"Death by gunshot." The huntress stared at the disgusting rotten face and surmised the cause of his death. There was only one bullet left in the shotgun that was taken away by the little girl. It was obvious that the girl did not waste the vital energy. The fateful shot that coldly and cruelly sent the hounds pursuing her to the grave.

After checking the body, the female hunter turned to look around the frozen lake. She probably knew that the body's first place of death was not here. He was moved here after being shot to death. As for the purpose

She squatted down on the spot, pulled out a wooden spike cut into the length of a dagger from the side of her shoe, and opened the clothes on the back of the corpse. Underneath was the corpse's back, with deep wounds on the left and right sides of the vertebrae. It was as if someone had cut off two pieces of flesh.

The huntress put the clothes on the corpse back on. She stood up and glanced around, finding the blood stains left by dragging the corpse on the ice and walking out of the frozen lake and deep into the coniferous forest.

After the blizzard that night, there was no heavy snowfall in this coniferous forest. This greatly helped the huntress to track in the forest. She followed the blood trail dragged out of the corpse on the snow and followed it for about two hundred meters. After a while, she suddenly stopped.

The female hunter quietly took the wooden bow off her back and held it in her hand. Her steps began to become cautious, trying to eliminate all footsteps in the snow.

Her position was downwind of the forest, which was why she could smell the nauseating and numb smell of blood in advance. The thermal movement of gas molecules would be reduced in the ice and snow, but even so, there was absolutely nothing she could do. Hide the horrific hell scene ahead.

The female hunter climbed over a snow hill, and the moment she landed, she drew an arrow and nocked her bow in front of her. After her eyes were fixed, she was stunned for a few seconds, and then slowly put down the bow and arrow in her hand.

Under the stench that towered into the sky, the hunter's gaze ended at the hideous corpses piled up on the ground. Frozen black and red blood covered the entire snow like mud. The corpses on the snow were crowded together and covered a large area of ​​the ground. Everywhere you look is broken limbs and chunks of flesh from holes in the ice.

Corpses, all corpses, densely packed corpses.

This is simply a slaughterhouse. Tons of "pieces of meat" were cut to pieces by knives and then thrown on the ground. The only word that came to mind was "rotten meat".

The most frightening thing is that the limbs slaughtered by the running water do not even belong to humans. They are covered with crocodile-like scales and sharp claws like ligers. The lonely heads rolled in the snow and buried deep in the snow are exposed towards the sky. A devil's face twisted like tree bark.

The devils in the coniferous forest experienced a massacre like a meat grinder and were all destroyed here.

The female hunter rowed down the snow hill, keeping the bow and arrow in her hand half-opened. She walked forward slowly, passed through the piles of corpses, and came to the deepest place, under a thick and huge coniferous tree.

She half-crouched under the coniferous tree and looked back at the densely packed corpses on the ground behind her. It was not difficult to see that these monsters all died around the tree, and they were very densely divided.

It seemed that they had been attacking this coniferous tree for a certain period of time last night, but they ran into a never-ending cutting machine. No deadpool could break through the three-meter range of the coniferous tree.

She turned back, thought for a moment, and started rummaging under the coniferous tree. Sure enough, after just a short search, she tore open a branch covered with snow, revealing the artificially carved tree. There are no traces of the tree hole in the tree hole. There is no one in the tree hole anymore, but the moss and leaves and branches still remain.

"What the hell?" The female hunter murmured in a low voice, looking back at the corpse closest to the tree hole behind her.

She stepped forward and hooked the devil covered in black cloak with her toes, turning it over. The hideous wound from the abdominal cavity to the spiral mouth was exposed, as if some sharp weapon had cut the monster into vertical seppuku. Operation.

The female hunter squatted down and her eyes slowly slid along the open wound. The ribs in the abdomen of the corpse that were several times the size of a human were like the teeth of some ferocious beast, but they were neatly cut off, and all the functional internal organs inside were missing. It was broken open, and the gastric juice comparable to sulfuric acid corroded everything, leaving only a puddle of mud-like black paste.

The huntress' eyes stopped at the upper lip of the corpse, because the wounds ended there. She then checked other parts of the corpse and found that the two legs with bent joints were full of wounds. But these small wounds They are all insignificant things, the real fatal thing is this horrific tearing wound.

She took a step back, estimated the approximate location, then pulled out the short wooden thorn, stabbed forward several times and then lifted it up, until she gave up trying after several times.

".How did you do it?" She whispered to herself, raised her head and looked forward. The mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood seemed to be back to last night before her eyes.

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The black tide rolled over the white snow, following the alluring aroma of the deadly poison in the air. The snake-like tongue swirled between the canines, and the acid-like saliva dripped onto the snow and melted into lumps. A burnt black hole.

Evil ones, unclean spirits, enemies, evil spirits, there are many different names for them in different places in this world, but their essence cannot be changed in any case. Deadpool.

Depraved hybrids, irrational beasts, they should have been hiding in the dark ditches and alleys, waiting to be hunted by the hybrid parties, but now they are out in force in this uninhabited forest.

Deadpool, who was the first to be knocked away by the trap in the bush, finally escaped the weight of the crossbar. He was closest to the girl in front of the tree hole with her back turned to him, and was stimulated the most by the fragrance that was for some reason dozens of times stronger than before. It seemed a little anxious.

The wounds on its body will definitely put it at a disadvantage when its companions eat. If it is unlucky, it may even be eaten by the rest of its companions. Under the desire for poisonous flesh and blood, its scarred hind limbs Suddenly it tightened, like a hammer, and shot out in 1/100th of a second.

The deadpool melted into the night at this moment. Its speed was so fast that it could not be caught by the naked eye. This time it pounced at the expense of its hind limbs, and it rushed towards the tree hole with a strong murderous intent and fishy smell. girl.

In front of the tree hole, the little girl suddenly flashed. The process was very spooky and creepy because she made no movement to get up or turn around. It was like a heart-stopping flashing scene in a horror movie. One moment she was squatting with her back turned, and the next moment she was facing the ferocious monster with its claws spread out and its scorching red golden eyes. Burning in the air.

An unknown realm expanded from her body, covering a hundred meters in radius in an instant.

Deadpool, who was as fast as black smoke with only an erratic trajectory left, suddenly slowed down after crashing into the mysterious realm, getting slower and slower, as if going deep into transparent glue until it solidified.

Deadpool's muscular arm protruded from the black robe, stretched straight, and the five sharpened bone claws curved down like a sickle. The longest one was fixed in front of the little girl's pupils. Less than one centimeter away from those golden eyes.

Everything in the forest seemed to be still, the sound of wind, howling, and hissing in the snow.

Yan Ling Time Zero.

The molten golden eyes that could not be reached by sharp claws seemed to burn everything in sight, and blood hotter than magma surged through the veins of that small body.