Resurrection Of Spiritual Energy Oh My God, My Horcrux Is A Kitchen Knife

Qin Fan was stunned for a moment. Before he could understand what was happening, he saw the woman in the red dress rushing out first with the child in her arms.

The other hand held a bright kitchen knife.

"Haha, it has dragged me down for so long, let's all get rid of it today."

The woman in the red dress laughed crazily, threw the little girl in her hand to the ground, and followed closely with the kitchen knife in her hand...

A bloody sword rose into the sky...

Qin Fan's pupils shrank, and a chill came from the bottom of his heart. These people were crazy.

The tool box in his hand fell to the ground, and the various knives inside were scattered on the ground.

And before his consciousness returned to his body, he saw more people pouring out of the simple shed and rushing towards him.

"Whoever kills the Blesser first, the gods will grant him the power of Transcendent."

Someone in the crowd shouted, and dozens of crazy people became even more excited.

In the blink of an eye, they arrived not far from Qin Fan. At this time, Qin Fan finally reacted, picked up a knife from the ground, and ran away.

"This is such a shitty world."

Qin Fan cursed fiercely, feeling that he had been unlucky for eight lifetimes.

Before he could warm up to his reputation as a martial arts elite in his previous life, he was transmigrated into this strange world.

Yes,

Qin Fan is a transmigrator who has practiced traditional martial arts for fifteen years in another world.

Unexpectedly, he died unexpectedly just after winning the national martial arts competition, and his soul traveled to this time and space.

It has been three months since he arrived in this time and space.

In the past three months, he combined the memories of his predecessor and his own observations, and sadly came to the conclusion that the martial arts he had practiced for fifteen years might have some effect here, but definitely not much.

The world structure here is not much different from the previous life. The biggest difference is:

This is a world full of Transcendents, and a variety of superpowers fill this society.

Of course, there are more ordinary people living humble lives, just like his predecessors.

It turned out that his predecessor was about to undergo the biggest possible turning point in his life - the power awakening ceremony at the age of eighteen.

It's a pity that he couldn't survive the last three months. On a dark night, after his part-time job ended, he was killed on a quiet and empty street...

And his soul naturally penetrated his body.

Unexpectedly, three months later, he encountered the same desperate situation as his predecessor.

What's even more terrible is that tomorrow, oh no, the zero o'clock bell has already sounded, and his awakening ceremony is about to begin after dawn, but now he is facing the closest challenge to death since transmigrate.

Qin Fan ran desperately. The sky in the early morning was extremely dark. There was not a single star in the sky. The street lights in the suburbs flickered like ghosts, adding to the spookiness and terror.

"You can't run away."

A young man followed closely behind Qin Fan, grinning as he ran. The blood at the corner of his mouth dried up and solidified on it, like a black hole where the devil seduces people.

Qin Fan was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood. Damn, he was already able to run. He didn't expect this guy to be even better at running. He was far ahead of the others and was following closely behind him.

The young man seemed to have sensed Qin Fan's thoughts. He smiled and suddenly a faint light flashed above his head. His speed suddenly increased and he was behind Qin Fan in a blink of an eye.

The short stick in his hand was raised and hit Qin Fan on the back of the head.

At that moment, Qin Fan paused suddenly, turned sideways, and held out the boning knife in his hand...

call·····

puff······

The short stick was mixed with the whistling wind and hit the ground from the side of Qin Fan...

The short knife in Qin Fan's hand had already been inserted into the young man's abdomen.

"I'm just saying this damn running ability is useless."

The young man lowered his head in confusion, looked at the short knife stuck in his abdomen, and said aggrievedly.

Qin Fan didn't have time to pay attention to his cuteness. During this delay, the pursuers behind him got closer. The hand holding the handle of the knife circled hard in the young man's stomach before pulling it out violently. , a small piece of intestine fell out.

Then, regardless of the young man, he turned around and ran towards the nearest residential area...

For outsiders, houses in the suburbs are obviously more cost-effective. There are no ridiculously expensive rents here. More importantly, they can light a fire and cook at will, so that they can have a delicious meal after a hard day.

But the problems that come with it are also obvious. A large number of low-income people gather here, and no one has systematic management. Sewage flows everywhere, and illegal buildings abound...

Whenever there is a space at the door or in the yard, you should always find a way to use it. Build a kitchen and a simple bathroom to make the best use of the land.

Qin Fan hid in a dilapidated hut at a corner, gasping for breath and quickly covering his mouth.

He was afraid that the loud breathing would attract the attention of those madmen.

Outside the house, footsteps kept passing by. Fortunately, no one had entered this hut so far. Speaking of which, they couldn't check it so carefully. After all, almost every house here has such a hut.

After breathing for a while, Qin Fan finally felt that his heartbeat was no longer so violent. He looked around and saw that this seemed to be a place where debris was piled up, but the light was too dark to see clearly.

At this moment, a thin warm wind suddenly blew behind his head. Qin Fan was suddenly startled. He subconsciously turned his head and turned around. He saw a small hole behind him, with a slight light coming out. An eye flickered at the entrance of the cave, and then a slender iron bar emerged from the entrance and struck towards him.

"Hold."

Qin Fan screamed subconsciously. The next second he realized something was wrong, it was too late. People outside obviously heard the sound, and the dense footsteps were getting closer and closer.

"roll"

A voice roared from inside the cave.

"Hold the grass."

Qin Fan only felt that there were thousands of grass and mud horses galloping past in his heart.

As a last resort, he stepped out and saw a man holding a machete charging towards him.

Qin Fan rushed to a sudden stop, and used the inertia of his body to rise up from the ground. The moment he passed by the man, the boning knife in his hand cut open the man's aorta without mercy.

Qin Fan did not run again after he landed. Although he had exercised for three months, the performance of his body still could not meet his needs. The series of movements just now made his ankles and lumbar spine a little painful. What's more important is that at this time There were three people in front of him, surrounding him from three directions.

"Xiao Fan, I didn't see it, it was quite cruel, but it doesn't matter, I believe God prefers a body like this."

The leader of the three was Brother Li, who had asked Qin Fan to perform stunts before. The dim lights in front of the door reflected his ferocious face.

Qin Fan pursed his lips and stared at the three people in front of him. These people either held sticks or sharp knives in their hands, which put a lot of pressure on him.

"superior."

With a low shout, the man with the stick took the lead and struck Qin Fan's Tianling Gai with the stick. Brother Li tried to bully Qin Fan and stabbed Qin Fan's heart with the sharp knife in his hand.

Qin Fan dodged the first man's stick, flew up, kicked Brother Li, hit him in the chest, and knocked him staggering several times. At this time, the third man's wooden stick had already reached Qin Fan. Wherever the top of the head...

At the critical moment, Qin Fan tilted his head, and the wooden stick hit his left shoulder. Qin Fan gritted his teeth in pain, and his whole arm suddenly became numb.

The man was about to continue his efforts, but Qin Fan felt a pain in his chest. When he looked down, a sharp knife had been inserted into his heart.

Qin Fan didn't care about the man's life or death, and stepped back a few meters without stopping, getting out of the attack range of the other two.

When he looked up, he felt a chill in his heart. At this moment, more than ten people had poured into this narrow alley, completely blocking both sides.

I saw that I was probably going to get cold.

I am afraid that I will become the first transmigrator in history to be killed inexplicably by a group of psychopaths.