Dogleg Scimitar came from Smith. Although Skoff had never received professional military training, to put it bluntly, he had never killed a chicken before. But with a scimitar in hand, Skoff felt his whole body full of power.

Even with dangling corpses in front of him, Skoff felt fearless.

He yelled, raised his scimitar and rushed towards the man in black. The man in black also raised the hammer and greeted him silently.

The black-clothed man's hammer swung over first, and Skoff dodged sideways and slashed the black-clothed man's stomach with a slash. The extremely sharp blade easily made a long wound on the abdomen of the black-clothed man, and the blood and internal organs immediately slipped out.

If it is an ordinary person who has been hit by such a knife, it is no exaggeration to say that if you do not enter the emergency room for five minutes, you will definitely see the young lady in black...or it may be the black and white impermanence with a long tongue.

However, Skoff remembers clearly that this man in black is not an ordinary person, but a pervert who can stand up even after his head is shattered. So after the knife hit, he didn't hesitate to turn around and cut at the back of the man in black.

With a muffled sound, the scimitar was stabbed from top to bottom on the back of the man in black, almost removing one of the arms of the man in black.

This time Skoff couldn't avoid it, and the blood sprayed directly on his face.

Today's black-clothed man looks inferior to yesterday's condition. He has not been able to turn around even after having suffered two cuts in his body. Not to mention the counterattack, Skoff saw him stagger all over, suddenly half kneeling on the ground, and the hammer in his hand was thrown aside.

Although I don’t know what’s wrong with the man in black, but the opportunity is not lost, Skoff wiped his face casually, staring fiercely in his eyes, and brandishing a knife relentlessly at the black who was kneeling in front of him. Yi Nan's neck was chopped off.

Decapitation is not as easy as everyone thinks, otherwise the ancient executioners have long arms and round waists, because a thin person may not be able to chop off a person's neck bone with a single knife.

Scouf is definitely not a strong man, and he is just a sharp machete in his hand, not a decapitator. So Skoff's knife only slashed in half.

Scarlet blood spurted from his neck, and Skoff drew his knife hard, but was surprised to find that the scimitar was stuck.

In the rain of blood flying all over the sky, the entire carriage was splashed red, and even Skoff himself became a blood man. The pungent smell and the horrible picture made Skoff's eyes go red.

Anyone who has experience knows that when people are in extreme emotions, either in great sorrow or great joy, or in great anger or pain, they will lose the ability to think and will only act according to instinct.

For example, Skoff is now in this state. The blood is soaked in the handle of the knife and it is slippery.

Skoff did not notice that the dead bodies hanging in the carriage were all staring at Skoff with eyesight that had no emotion at all. The blood splashing on the blue-white corpse seemed to be absorbed by the corpse as if the water fell on the surface of the sea.

"Kill him, kill him, kill him quickly..."

A burst of weird whispers loomed in Skoff's ears.

Skoff stared at his eyes, saw the knife was pulled out, and he fumbled back and forth, trying to saw the man in black's head abruptly with the knife.

As the blade frustrated back and forth, more blood was ejected, and its blood volume was obviously beyond the range of a normal person, but Skoff had clearly entered a certain state of loss of mind, and this problem was not discovered at all.

"...Heart, the heart is the key... Saw his stomach, split his chest..."

The speed of whispering is getting faster and faster, and the voice is getting louder and louder.

Skoff's speed in his hands became faster and faster, leaving only a stiff, weird smile on his face.

The wheels were rolling, the carriage swaying from side to side, and Skoff's head was swaying from side to side at the same frequency as the corpses.

"La la la... ten children went swimming, one came back nine... nine children went hunting, one came into the woods and eight... eight children went to chop trees, one raised an axe and came back seven... la la la... "

The weird nursery rhyme hummed softly from Skoff's mouth, and a translucent figure appeared beside him. Those figures stretched out their pale arms and slowly landed on Skoff's shoulders.

With a muffled sound, the head of the man in black fell to the ground.

"Finally, the kids went to play, and ten people came home in the middle of the night... Haha, success, success..."

Skoff smiled stiffly, raised the scimitar high, pushed the headless corpse of the man in black to the ground, and then thrust it into his chest.

"My God, Skoff, what are you doing?"

A familiar woman's voice suddenly rang in her ears.

Skoff trembled all over, and slowly looked up, only to see his girlfriend Maya, looking at him in horror.

"Maya?"

The blood-covered Skoff smiled in surprise, just about to stand up and walk towards Maya. Maya stepped back in horror, waving her hands frantically: "Don't come over, do you know what you were doing?"

"He?" Skoff pointed at the corpse on the ground, smiling disdainfully, "Honey, this guy killed someone on the subway. But don't worry, I've killed him, and we are safe now."

"He murdered?" Maya looked unbelievable. "He has been sitting across from him. You suddenly stood up, drew a knife and stabbed him. Did you forget?"

Maya's words were like a flash of lightning, instantly blasting on top of Skoff's head. He was trembling slightly all over, looking around slightly panicked.

The rusty carriages and the hanging corpses all disappeared.

He was in an ordinary subway car, under the bright lights, holding an ordinary fruit knife in his hand, and a completely strange corpse lying at his feet.

"No, it's impossible. You were kidnapped by them. I came with those two big brothers..."

"What are you talking about, Skoff, there are only two of us tonight. Haven't I been by your side all the time? To celebrate your solo photography exhibition, it finally went smoothly."

Skoff squatted on the ground in pain, clutching his head, and scenes of strange memories were suddenly used in his mind.

... In the subway station, the female student asked the entanglement of the three drunk boys and fled into the car, resulting in not taking the **** and dark photos she wanted. Angrily, he walked out of the carriage, raised the camera and slammed the **** the head...

...In the car, I looked at the three men in the opposite car through the glass of the car. One of the men in uniform wanted to rush over to lock the car door, but unfortunately he was a step late and pushed the car door by himself and walked in...

Splashing blood~lightnovelpub.net~Everyone fell in their own hands...

Skoff stared at his hands blankly: "Could it be...Is it that I killed everyone?"

Maya approached carefully and whispered: "My dear, you may be too tired from taking pictures. Let's go to the hospital, trust me, the doctor will cure you."

With that, she reached out and grabbed the fruit knife that Skoff had thrown on the ground.

But just as Maya’s finger was about to touch the knife, Skoff suddenly grabbed her hand, then picked up the knife, and raised her head with a grinning smile: "Sorry, dear, but I want to be the best in the world. Famous photographer, so..."

In Maya's horrified eyes, Skoff stabbed him severely.

***

"Papa......"

The train conductor standing in the dark clapped his hands lightly and said with a smile: "The first one, it's done!"

Behind him, stood the man in black, looking unscathed.