Fantasy: Immortality Begins with Absorbing Demons

Chapter 172 Big Mao

"Watch my movements, one person at a time, wake them up, then we'll retreat quickly and leave this village!"

After a moment's thought, Han Yi made a decision.

"it is good!"

They all agreed in unison.

So, just like before, Han Yi randomly picked the person closest to him, pinched his philtrum, and when there was no reaction, he slapped him hard. Then, the person slowly woke up.

When Han Yi woke Huang An and Huang Zi'ang, he had already concluded that although their coma was quite deep, they could wake up if they were given strong external stimuli.

After witnessing Han Yi's fluid and effortless movements, Huang An was utterly dumbfounded, thinking to himself, 'No wonder my face felt a dull ache after I woke up...'

As for Huang Zi'ang, he was trembling with fear, wishing he could go forward and return the slaps Han Yi had given him!

"Hold on, hold on! A small act of impatience can ruin a big plan! You'll be in big trouble once we leave this village and return to Anyan City!"

He glanced at Qianxue, his eyes darting around, a series of dark and wicked thoughts forming in his mind.

"Brother Yi, what if we can't wake them up even with these actions..." Qianxue asked timidly.

"No problem, no problem. If she doesn't wake up, it means there's not enough external stimulation. Just increase the stimulation..."

Han Yi smiled slightly and said calmly.

However, to Huang Zi'ang, his smile was like that of a demon.

Fortunately, perhaps because Huang Zi'ang had eaten most of the meat pies, the other martial artists didn't eat many. With Han Yi and the others' help, they all awoke from their drowsiness. "Time to get up and travel again...?"

"I feel cold all over and have no strength. Could I have caught a cold?"

"Me too, what happened?"

After the martial artists awoke, they all felt stiff and cold, and their bodies were sore and weak.

"Quickly! Something's happened!" Huang An whispered, "Get ready and get out of here right now!"

"Wang Quanzhi, what are you doing? Hurry up and come in and pack your things."

A martial artist who was packing items looked up and saw Wang Quanzhi at the door. He questioned him in a low voice.

Wang Quanzhi had returned at some point and was standing motionless outside the open gate, his face deathly pale, whether from the cold or something else.

"Wang Quanzhi, don't just stand there like an idiot, come in quickly!" Huang An hurriedly stepped forward and tried to pull him in.

"Don't go over there!" Han Yi grabbed him and pinned him down, no matter how hard Huang An tried, he couldn't break free.

"What's wrong?" Huang An asked, puzzled.

“…...”

Han Yi did not reply; his expression was solemn as he stared intently at Wang Quanzhi.

A sudden gust of wind arose, the candlelight flickered, ghostly figures loomed, and the tightly closed doors and windows opened and closed intermittently, their reflections on the ground appearing menacing and menacing.

"Wang Quanzhi, what are you doing standing on tiptoe?"

"Wait," Han Yi said, staring at Wang Quanzhi and pointing to his feet.

Under the cold moonlight, Wang Quanzhi looked like a puppet in a shadow play, his toes touching the ground, his body tense, leaving a long, ghostly shadow behind him.

"Standing on tiptoe?" Huang An was taken aback and looked at Wang Quanzhi's toes.

At first, his mind was completely focused on what was happening that evening, and with the threshold in the way, he hadn't noticed anything at all.

Besides, under normal circumstances, no one would look at a person's feet first.

Of course, when Han Yi first saw Wang Quanzhi, he didn't notice anything wrong with him. However, in his system's view, Wang Quanzhi's overall stats had already dropped to zero. Under these circumstances, how could Han Yi not notice the problem...?

In any case, after Han Yi's reminder, Huang An also noticed Wang Quanzhi's unusual behavior.

Wang Quanzhi's eyes were lifeless, his eyeballs were bulging, and his face was swollen and bluish-purple. This was hardly the behavior of a living person!

"Cluck, cluck, cluck..."

A strange, childlike laugh came from Huang Zi'ang, sending a chill down the spines of Han Yi and Huang An.

"Big brother, you're so observant! No wonder my mother has her eye on you!"

A small head slowly emerged from behind Huang Ziang's head.

The man's face was contorted in a grotesque grimace, his body was blue, and his head had become enormous. Most striking were his eyes and mouth; his terrifyingly large eyes were almost entirely white, with only tiny black pupils the size of beans. His jaw was completely dislocated and hung on his face, revealing two rows of inhuman sharp teeth.

What is most terrifying is that, compared to its enormous head, its limbs are much smaller, yet they are waving around, floating in mid-air!

This appearance is completely different from the innocent and naive look that Han Yi saw during the day!

"Big brother, my mother and I have been waiting for you, and you haven't come to keep me company..."

Whoosh!

Han Yi grabbed the knife from Huang An's hand and threw it toward Da Mao's head.

The greatest fear is the fear of the unknown. Now that the person in question is here, he has calmed down.

No matter what kind of demons, monsters, or evil spirits you are, as long as you dare to show your health bar... the result is self-evident!

Moreover, in his view, Da Mao's stats were only '45~55', which was almost the same as Huang An's '40~52'...

puff!

A sharp weapon pierced flesh, and blood splattered.

However, Wang Quanzhi's body stepped forward willingly and was stabbed through the heart by the broadsword.

"Brother Wang, I told you long ago, lust is a double-edged sword, and one cannot escape its clutches. Whether it brings good fortune or misfortune is truly unpredictable..."

Han Yi sighed, but showed no mercy. He threw out another broadsword, this time using his concentration ability to aim at the big hair hovering around Wang Quanzhi's neck.

Sa!

The wind was biting cold, and the atmosphere was eerie. The bricks and stones beneath Han Yi's feet turned to dust with a loud "bang." This time, he had used all his strength.

"What a force!"

As Huang An's teammate, he only had to turn to look at it when he felt a sharp pain in his neck.

call out!

The broadsword sliced ​​across Wang Quanzhi's neck with lightning speed, as if cutting through tofu, and then, with undiminished force, slashed at Da Mao with a ferocious and irreversible momentum.

"Big brother, you're hurting me!"

At the same time, the short, hairy man's body rapidly expanded like an inflating balloon. His childlike shirt tore apart as easily as thin paper, and the muscles on his childlike face began to grow autonomously, sprouting twisted scars resembling peach bark. His original physique, less than a meter tall, instantly grew to over two meters, with massive, worm-like muscles accumulating, and a keratin-like membrane appearing on his skin. He looked like a mountain of flesh!

The broadsword that Han Yi threw was blocked by his claw-like hand and held in his grasp.

Crash!

The broadsword was crushed and shattered into countless blades, which fluttered like butterflies in the bright moonlight.

"Now, it's time to play games!"

Da Mao slowly extended his tongue, which was half the length of a snake, and said with a sinister grin.