My Thriller Survival Game

The redemption butcher knife that he had just put into his backpack appeared in his hand again.

Xu Yang has a very clear understanding of himself. He is not a bad person, but he is not a good person either. He has his own judgment when dealing with everyone and everything.

It is said that the patron saint of Niuma Street has disappeared long ago, and no one knows what he looks like. Although the system says that the guy in front of him is the patron saint of young children, but the system says that he is, is he really the one?

Even if he is, Xu Yang will not naively think that he is a good person. After all, the system has said that Niu Ma Street exists because of him. It is also because of him that Niu Ma Street has become what it is now. If he really is

How could a good person make Niu Ma Street become like this, and why do so many people want to kill Him?

Of course, Xu Yang also understands that there must be many reasons for this, but what does this have to do with Xu Yang? The best thing to do is to leave this ghost place as soon as possible. He really doesn't want to be forced to go offline again.

Now as long as the opponent is killed, everything will be over. It is naturally self-evident what choice Xu Yang will make.

With the redemption butcher's knife in hand, Xu Yang's eyes flashed, he gripped the handle of the knife tightly, aimed at the patron saint's neck and chopped it down.

However......

Just as he was raising his knife to kill, the knife that had always been obedient to him and became the most powerful weapon in his hand was now showing great resistance.

"(°ー°〃)Hmm?"

Xu Yang was stunned for a moment, a little surprised, but his eyes became more and more gloomy, and he subconsciously increased the strength in his hands.

Facing the butcher's knife so close at hand, the patron saint didn't show any evasion or timidity, and just looked at Xu Yang calmly.

Just when Xu Yang increased his strength and wanted to forcibly kill the patron saint, a pair of hands appeared on the handle of the redemption butcher knife, trying to break away from the blade, and a feeling of sadness and resistance spread along the handle to his heart.

Seeing this scene, Xu Yang's face became extremely ugly and he murmured: "You don't want me to kill Him?"

These incomplete souls living in the Redemption Butcher Knife were naturally unable to answer his question. After Xu Yang pondered for a moment, he did not continue to cut the knife, but withdrew the knife, glanced at the patron saint coldly, and said coldly: "Since

If they don’t want to kill you, then I won’t kill you either.”

"The Sword Comes"

The patron saint still looked at Xu Yang with a calm face, and there was no emotional change in those clean eyes that made people dare not look directly.

He put away the knife and stood up. After taking a deep look at the patron saint, Xu Yang said coldly: "I won't kill you, but I won't help you either."

After saying that, he turned around and walked out because he felt something was approaching him. It was not advisable to stay here for a long time and he had to leave as soon as possible.

The patron saint still had no reaction to Xu Yang's departure.

After walking out of the broken room, Xu Yang found that the rain outside had stopped and was replaced by blood mist.

At this time, the entire Niuma Street was covered in blood mist, and the visibility was not low, but not high either.

Standing at the door, Xu Yang looked around, but did not see Qian Qingyue's figure. He tentatively called twice, but unfortunately he did not get a response. Instead, because of his call, there was a rustling sound in the blood mist.

There was a rustling sound, as if something was paying attention to him.

Seeing this situation, Xu Yang did not dare to continue calling, let alone stay here, so he left here directly, chose a direction, and walked into the fog.

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Walking on the street, Xu Yang frowned.

Although the rain has stopped, the dirt road is still as muddy as ever, making every step difficult.

But this is not what Xu Yang cares about. As far as he can see, the surrounding shops have been severely damaged. Many closed shops have their doors open at this moment. Half-dried blood can be clearly seen at the door, as well as unknown

Are they the broken limbs of a human or a monster?

In some shops, you can still hear the crunching sound of chewing. When Xu Yang approaches, the chewing sound stops suddenly, and then a pair or even several pairs of blood-red eyes will appear in the dark shop.

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Seeing this situation, Xu Yang tensed up and did not dare to be careless at all. He had no interest in going forward to check, so he could only speed up his pace and stay as far away from here as possible, and the other party had no intention of pursuing him.

After Xu Yang walked away, the intrusive sound of chewing sounded again.

At this time, the appearance of Niuma Street had changed drastically, and everywhere was filled with traces of battles. Xu Yang, who was walking in the blood mist, could faintly hear the sounds of fighting and roaring not far away.

Whenever there was a sound, Xu Yang stopped immediately, observed his surroundings vigilantly, and then chose to stay away from the place where the sound came from.

However, as he was walking, Xu Yang suddenly stopped and looked behind him with a gloomy look.

From the moment he left the room, he vaguely felt that someone was following him. However, the other person was following him very carefully. He walked when he walked and stopped when he stopped. If Xu Yang hadn't been very vigilant, he might not have been able to notice it.

When he turned his head and looked behind him, his already gloomy face became even gloomier.

The young patron saint who was dying and unable to move just now actually followed him, just a hundred meters behind him.

When Xu Yang looked at him, he also looked at Xu Yang, his eyes still so clear.

After the two looked at each other for a moment, Xu Yanggang wanted to turn around and do something, but his expression changed slightly.

“Deng Deng Deng~~~”

Something was coming towards him. After hearing the sound, Xu Yang turned around and ran away without caring about the guardian angel.

After seeing Xu Yang quicken his pace, the patron saint also quickened his pace, and behind them, several minotaurs were chasing them.

As his health continued to recover, Xu Yang's physical condition was getting better and better, and his pace was naturally getting faster and faster. But after running for a while, Xu Yang stopped again and turned his head to look behind him.

Sure enough, a hundred meters behind him, the patron saint was standing there, watching him quietly.

Xu Yang frowned, turned around, and walked towards the patron saint with the salvation knife in his hand. The patron saint saw this and started to retreat.

"You are so fucking disgusting."

Seeing this situation, Xu Yang couldn't help but curse.

He took a few more tentative steps towards the patron saint. As a result, when he took a few steps forward, the patron saint took a few steps back, always keeping a hundred meters away from Xu Yang. This made Xu Yang very uncomfortable.

"You're still a guardian angel? You're a dog-skin plaster, right?"

However, in the face of Xu Yang's complaints, the patron saint remained silent and just looked at him quietly.

Listening to the footsteps getting closer, Xu Yang decided to ignore the patron saint for the time being. He turned around and used Ghost Step to run forward quickly. He didn't believe that this little thing could keep up even if he used his skills.

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