When magnesium powder and water meet, hydrogen is produced. When it encounters an open flame, it explodes into extremely high temperatures. This temperature goes straight into the eyeballs and is simply unbearable. The pain is like a chisel piercing the forehead.
The little demon felt severe pain, his brain went numb, and it took him two breaths to howl.
Zhou Yan had already withdrawn his hand to avoid getting burned.
The man opened his mouth but didn't start howling yet. Zhou Yan had already wrapped his left hand around the rough clothes used for field search and rescue, rolled it into a big ball, and stuffed it into the guy's mouth. He stuffed two fingers into his throat, preventing him from shouting.
At the same time, he knocked the guy down and controlled him.
Zhou Yan's heart was beating wildly, but the strong desire to survive and the suppressed anger in his heart made him three times stronger.
The monster's eyes were in great pain, and his eyeballs were almost cooked by the high temperature, so he couldn't even scream.
Fluttering, but also suppressed.
Before he went blind, he saw a pair of fierce pupils in his vision that had turned red.
Human eyes.
Black and white.
Zhou Yan grabbed a Swiss Army knife from his waist with his right hand, swung it, and the blade came out. He took a deep breath, and to be honest, his body was still shaking a little.
As fear grew, courage grew.
He held the knife in his backhand and stabbed hard.
The finger-long blade pierced into the monster's eyeball.
The guy finally let out a shrill scream from his blocked throat. His voice was low, and his body struggled and trembled violently, and then he stopped moving. Zhou Yan still maintained the action of stabbing with the knife.
It lasted for several breaths before it stopped.
He loosened his fingers and gasped for breath. The strength he had just had disappeared in an instant. His arms, legs and feet all felt weak. He exhaled, collapsed there, and murmured:
"grass."
"I was scared to death."
The lying monster was speechless.
Zhou Yan did not have much rest. He had to hurry and sat up, intending to strip the monster's clothes and put them on. However, he was slightly startled. He saw with his naked eyes a black gas floating up from the monster's body and then flying towards him.
The next moment, Zhou Yan felt a buzzing in his brain.
He felt that a book appeared in his mind, or in his deeper consciousness. It seemed that the book had always existed there until he killed a monster with his own hands in a mortal body, and then he woke up.
...
Although the birthday banquet of Nanshan Weaver Lady is scheduled for three days later, many monsters have already arrived today. As one of the forces under the jurisdiction of the abbot, this village still has to prepare some food to entertain these guests.
Just when the jade scroll appeared in Zhou Yan's consciousness.
All the monsters in the whole village, big and small, were stunned.
No matter whether they were drinking, eating, or playing finger-guessing games or dice, they all paused and then either whispered, spoke openly, or murmured in their hearts, but they were all saying or reciting the same sentence.
"It smells so good—"
Butcher Zhao sniffed and murmured, "Why does he look so much like the man we caught today? No, that's not right..."
"It smells better than that person."
......
Zhou Yan stripped off the monster's clothes and put them on himself.
He almost fainted from the suffocation.
My eyes went dark, and I seemed to see too much milk.
It took several breaths before I could finally stabilize myself.
Then he looked at the clothes that he had only worn a few times, and his eyes twitched with pain, but in the end he still put this set of good clothes on the guy opposite him, and then made him lie on his side, as if he was asleep.
He picked up some ash from the pot and wiped his face with it, then went outside in the cover of night.
I walked cautiously at first.
After walking a few steps, he suddenly felt something was wrong. Why would a decent monster be so sneaky in his own territory? He looked at his face in the water tank next to him. It was pitch black. He was wearing a dark blue baggy coat, which was sloppy and looked like he hadn't washed it for several days.
He had a rusty machete of a little demon hanging around his waist and a pair of hemp shoes with ear loops on his feet.
Being cautious actually makes you eye-catching.
Thoughtful.
Zhou Yan cursed with a smile, shrinking back like a bastard. He pulled his collar open a little, making him look even more sloppy and unrestrained. He first paced, then took steps, and finally just walked outside with a swagger.
He doesn't look like a captured person at all, but rather like a local monster.
As for the jade book in his mind, Zhou Yan didn't have time to think about it. He just knew that it couldn't be opened yet. It seemed that the treasure had a spirit and had not yet recognized him. Zhou Yan was too lazy to care. He just wanted to get out of here.
He is naturally bold and has a casual personality.
Now that he was somewhat out of trouble, he felt more courageous and walked out with a lantern in hand.
When you meet little monsters along the way, don't hide or avoid them, but take the initiative to talk to them.
The monsters in the village thought that this was a servant brought by the third aunt of the weaver girl, while the monsters from outside thought that this was a new monster in the village. Zhou Yan was holding a lantern, with his torn sleeves rolled up, walking in a swaggering manner, looking very comfortable.
He even pretended to be a foreign monster and asked a drunk monster carrying wine for directions to get out, saying that he was ordered to buy something.
The drunken monster was dazed and believed what he said. He spoke with a thick tongue:
"Ha, easy going, easy going, brother, you, you just go straight ahead, after you pass the place where our brothers had a drink, run towards the big locust tree, and just go straight ahead along the third section of the small tree next to it. The place where our brothers walked is not so winding."
"We can't go the way my aunt and the others came, right?"
"Ha, thanks brother!"
Zhou Yan laughed twice and took a wine jug from the drunkard. After a while, he arrived at the place, but found it was a kitchen. There was a small compartment inside. He opened the door and saw a bunch of strange monsters in the hall outside who were drunk.
Further ahead is the small door leading out.
Want to sneak past this bunch of drunken monsters?
Zhou Yan exhaled, feeling a little nervous, his palms sweating. If his flesh was exposed, he was afraid it would be torn off alive.
While thinking about it, he greeted the cook who was in charge of feeding these little monsters as if nothing had happened, then walked forward with the wine jug in the farm, took a glance, and his eyes froze slightly.
He saw a table next to it.
Various kinds of meat were hung on taut ropes above.
There was an arm inside, thin, with some rough calluses on the palm. The fingers looked familiar, like the one that had touched Zhou Yan's wound before.
Zhou Yan paused.
The image of the woman from before flashed before my eyes.
A feeling of compassion, melancholy, and inexplicable anger rose in his heart. He knew that he was actually in a very weak position now, but even so, even though he was weak, the anger could not be extinguished at all.
Even the terrifying ice and snow cannot extinguish the original anger and injustice in one's heart.
Zhou Yan was still rational. He clenched his hands, then loosened them, and walked out with the wine jug in hand. The cook came out clattering and shouted, "Tell them to stop shouting. New dishes will be ready soon."
"The good meat was brought here personally by the godson of the Third Grandma Zhiniang."
"I'm in for a treat."
Zhou Yan agreed with a smile. He glanced at the corner of his eye and saw that the girl who was brought out was about thirteen or fourteen years old. Her face was pale and her eyes were full of fear. Her eyes moved around in fear, but when she saw Zhou Yan, she stopped.
His eyes visibly widened.
For no reason, Zhou Yan realized from these eyes that the little girl recognized him as a human.
Zhou Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously thought:
"Shit, please don't shout! I'll be caught if you shout."
In the next second, he felt a hint of moral shame at the idea.
But after the little girl was stunned, she didn't say anything. She kept her mouth closed and immediately avoided Zhou Yan's gaze. She just stared at the monster. Although she was frightened, she didn't shout for help.
There was a door in front of Zhou Yan. He sneaked in with the wine jug and walked past the group of monsters. The exit was outside. Behind him was a big-bellied monster sharpening a knife, and a person who was about to be eaten.
His vision struggled as fear and the desire to survive surged through his body.
But I saw that arm still had calluses from hard work.
An intense struggle broke out in his eyes.
And deep in the consciousness, the jade book was dim and calm.
...
Li Zhiwei's eyes were filled with fear as he watched the monster coming towards him with a knife in hand.
The knife was very blunt and had rust on it. She wanted to shout for help, but when she saw the boy who was only a year older than her, she saw the same fear in the eyes of the boy who was only a year older than her.
She didn't shout, hoping that the boy could get out alive.
But when he saw the monster coming, his body was still shaking. The monster raised the knife in his hand and laughed: "It's really strange, there is a fragrance for no reason, it aroused the greed in my stomach, I can't help it."
"This little face is so tender, let's pluck off a piece and taste it!"
He stretched out his hand, and saw that his finger nails were long, thick, and yellowish-green.
Towards her face.
Li Zhiwei's eyes widened.
The lanterns here were shaking, and when the monster bent down, the young man behind him was revealed. He had short black hair and his face was smeared with black mud, but his eyes reflected the candlelight, like a fire burning on the weeds.
He held a knife in both hands.
The muscles on his face twitched, and in an instant, the flesh-obsessed demon seemed a little honest, and the man holding the knife was even more ferocious than the evil ghost.
die!
Zhou Yan grabbed the knife and thrust it fiercely into the monster's neck without hesitation. The monster screamed in pain.
The next moment after Li Zhiwei was stunned, she also screamed deliberately, just like the voice of a girl screaming when she was being killed. The high pitch suppressed the howling of the monster, and it sounded like the monster was howling loudly and attacking the girl cruelly.
Zhou Yan breathed a sigh of relief. The knife was halfway inserted when it was stuck by the tendons, bones and blood vessels in the neck. He became ruthless and while the little demon was panicking due to the severe pain, he stepped on the wall to gain leverage and then pushed hard.
The blade was very blunt and had to be sharpened several times before it finally went straight through.
The cook suffered a lot before he died.
Zhou Yan gasped heavily.
He killed the second monster, but there was no time to rest.
Some monsters outside were already shouting impatiently.
"Have you killed it? If you have, bring out the meat quickly!"
Now, the cook has been killed.
The people have been saved.
The room blocking the exit was filled with demons clamoring for meat.
You cannot retreat; you cannot regret saving lives.
But, I want to live!
What to do?
Zhou Yan's mouth twitched, and his eyes looked at the monster that died next to him. He walked over slowly. Li Zhiwei looked at the young man in tattered clothes, who dragged the monster up and threw it into the huge stone vat next to him that was used to smash meat into paste.
Then he reached out and grabbed the large rock hammer with a lever.
Li Zhiwei widened his eyes: He wants to...
Zhou Yan pulled up the rope connected to the stone hammer, but the hammer was too high. Then he let go and let the hammer fall down hard.
"Eat meat, right?"
There was a crackling sound of flesh being crushed. The monsters outside heard the sound and thought it was the monster starting to cook the meat. They all drank and cheered. Zhou Yan's eyes were sharp and firm. Again and again, the monster was smashed into meat paste by the stone hammer.
Sharpness, ferocity, decisiveness, and necessary kindness.
Mixed into an indescribable feeling.
In the sea of consciousness, the jade book slowly lit up, and finally, it was accompanied by a fierce hammer.
The meat paste was formed, and the force was so great that it made a sound of breaking through the air and dispersing.
Crash!
The jade book suddenly flipped open.
The scent on Zhou Yan's body that would attract monsters instantly disappeared.
Zhou Yan let out a breath, loosened his hand, and looked at the large pool of flesh paste.
Monsters eat people, and people also kill monsters.
"You like meat, right?"
......
The group of monsters outside were rampant, and suddenly there was a loud noise and the wooden door opened.
A 'monster' wearing ragged clothes, a rusty knife at his waist and hemp shoes came out, carrying a large pot of fresh meat paste.
"Brothers!"
The young man pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled brightly:
"Eat meat!"