Bang bang bang!
His heart began to beat once more, though it was still very weak.
Within the Void, a surge of power followed the heartbeat, welling up from within his already exhausted body.
His nasal passages, which had already gone on strike, were finally able to breathe in the murky, disgusting air again!
At the ends of his limbs, his ten fingers were also curling and twitching unconsciously.
Lu Ye slowly turned over, his movements jerky like a rusted machine; finally, he lay prone on the ground.
At this moment, his stomach burned with pain, as if a ball of fire were scorching him!
His limbs felt as if they were weighed down by burdens, extremely heavy, but he could reluctantly support his body.
Although his eyelids had opened, he was as sleepy as if he had stayed up for several days and nights, wanting to close them immediately to rest.
However, none of that was important.
Lu Ye let out a long breath; after all, he had survived!
He lifted his eyes to look ahead.
Not far away, the cannibal duo had already gained the upper hand by outnumbering their opponent; one was holding the legs and the other was pinching the throat, having already suppressed the Prey Person beneath them.
The Prey Person growled repeatedly, but like a snake whose vital point had been grabbed, its struggles were useless.
The three of them moved slowly, soft and powerless, appearing incredibly comical to an outsider, but in reality, they were fighting with all their might.
Lu Ye took a deep breath and knelt on the ground, supporting himself with one arm.
He first carefully sensed his body, feeling a weak and unsubstantial power, as if a gust of wind could blow it away.
It made sense; even after a metamorphosis into a severely weakened sick carp, he was only a little further from the Gate of Ghosts.
He did not rush to help; going up now would just be adding one more person to the chaotic fight. He did not have enough strength to consume, and he could not control the outcome; he might even be counter-killed.
Lu Ye looked by his side and discovered a bone about the length of an arm not far away, revealing a sharp, broken edge.
His eyes lit up, and he crawled forward; he had to cherish every bit of his strength.
The ground was uneven, and the rubble made his bones ache, but he dared not delay for even a moment.
Finally, he snatched up the bone and climbed up unsteadily.
The whole world seemed a head shorter before his eyes.
Having lain there for who knows how long, he suddenly stood up, and feeling lightheaded, he nearly fell down to the ground.
Lu Ye swayed, opened his arms, and tried hard to maintain his balance.
Then he took two staggering steps forward, his body swaying like a drunken man, his feet feeling as if they were stepping on cotton, and the ruined temple rocked back and forth before his eyes.
He walked faster and faster; he did not know if it was an illusion, but he felt the cold wind blowing against his face.
On the ground, the cannibal Boss and Pockmarked were pressing down on the Prey Person, completely unaware of what was behind them.
The two of them used all their strength to suppress the Prey Person beneath them, their backs completely exposed to Lu Ye's Line of Sight.
Lu Ye rushed past the pot, scattering the white steam.
Crack!
He stepped on a Skull underfoot, and the fragments splashed into the firewood, causing the flames to leap upward with a crackling sound.
Lu Ye rushed past the broken Buddha.
On the Stone Platform, the pitch black clay statue watched the people below Slaughter each other.
Lu Ye suddenly stepped into empty air, his body pitching forward, so he simply threw his body forward along with the momentum.
Right before him were the backs of that detestable cannibal duo; he could no longer afford to adjust his posture and could only thrust the sharp bone straight ahead.
Whoosh!
His falling body stirred up a foul wind.
The Boss, who had been holding the Prey Person's legs, suddenly heard the wind behind his head and turned around alertly, only to see a gray mass pouncing toward him with a foul wind.
Puff!
He had no time to react at all, only feeling a pain in his chest.
A leg bone was thrust right into his chest; Lu Ye pressed his entire body onto it, and with the strength of his arms, the broken bone penetrated from his chest to his back—a chilling sensation.
"Ah..." the Boss screamed.
Lu Ye's forward momentum did not diminish, and he tackled the Boss, the two of them knocking over Pockmarked, who had been strangling the Prey Person's neck in front.
The three of them rolled forward in a heap, leaving the Prey Person where they were.
Lu Ye and the cannibal Boss were tangled together, while Pockmarked was knocked to another side, groaning in pain and unable to climb up for the moment.
"You..." the Boss vomited blood, his eyes staring straight at Lu Ye—confused, filled with Anger, and unwilling.
"《Article 20 of the Criminal Law》..."
Lu Ye looked the other in the eye, squeezing a faint sound from his throat, slow and firm.
"What?"
The Boss died with a conflicted expression, having died with unseeing eyes.
"Wuwu... Boss..."
Pockmarked, who had rolled to the side, came to his senses at this moment and pounced on the Boss, crying out twice; seeing that the Boss had no reaction, he knew he was dead.
"You villain! Pay for my Boss's life!" He turned around and pounced viciously toward Lu Ye.
In his desperation, his speed was surprisingly not slow.
Lu Ye hastily rolled to evade, barely dodging it.
Pockmarked cursed, climbed up from the ground, and pounced toward Lu Ye again.
This time Lu Ye could not dodge in time and was caught squarely; the two of them rolled and fought together.
"Not good..."
After several bouts of struggling, Lu Ye was pinned beneath the other, and Pockmarked's two withered Claws once again throttled his neck.
"Pay for my Boss's life!" Pockmarked roared viciously, like a Fierce Ghost that had crawled out of hell.
Lu Ye only felt as if a mountain were pressing down on his body; the strength to resist disappeared, his mind became dizzy, and his struggles became powerless.
He did not know if it was because he had exhausted his stamina from the assassination just now, or because his body's vitality was insufficient to support his metamorphosed body.
He could no longer deal with this Pockmarked.
Moreover, it seemed that this Pockmarked was the one who was the severely weakened sick carp.
Lu Ye had no choice just now; his luck was a bit off, and he had failed to take out the most threatening thug.
His Line of Sight blurred again, his chest felt tight, and he could not breathe; that terrible near death feeling from before returned.
In just a few breaths of time, Lu Ye completely lost his strength; he had hoped in his heart that saving the Prey Person would provide some help, but he did not wait for any reinforcement from the other.
I guess that unlucky ghost didn't have the strength to struggle either, right?
He gave a bitter smile in his heart—after doing all this, was he still unable to escape death?
Just at this moment.
A muffled sound of "puff".
A piece of White Bones pierced out from Pockmarked's chest.
"Hiss..." He took a sharp breath, his eyes wide open, and his eyes lost their luster.
Thud.
He was kicked away by someone, his Corpse falling into the dust.
Lu Ye tried hard to open his eyes and saw a figure appear before him; it was the Prey Person he had saved earlier.
This Prey Person had scattered hair and didn't even have a headscarf; two thick, upright eyebrows on his face were very eye-catching, and he was holding that piece of leg bone, with Fresh Blood dripping down from it.
His clothes were half-open, revealing several old scars that almost penetrated his chest and abdomen.
The Prey Person looked at Lu Ye, then looked at the pot, his gaze shifting back and forth between the two several times.
Seeing this, Lu Ye gasped, calling out "hard life" in his heart.
He had likely just left the wolf's den only to enter a tiger's lair!
The other didn't look like a good person, and his gaze was also suspicious.
But at this moment, his head was dizzy, his limbs were weak, and he had no strength left to resist.
Lu Ye's eyelids closed in fatigue; this body really couldn't hold on anymore.
He had fought, he had tried his best, he was truly tired; let it all end.
He passed out, unwilling.
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