Just when these two people first appeared.
A monster whose whole body was blue and looked like a rotting zombie, with exposed bones on its knees, collarbones, and soles, and sharp bone claws on its hands.
From the ceiling vent behind them, he slid to the ground and came behind them.
Alina was also scared by the monster before she screamed.
The monster silently pounced on the woman, biting her neck off, and her head fell to the ground.
Then he pounced on the man.
Taking advantage of this moment, Wu Heng's leg muscles exerted force, and he ejected suddenly. He took two steps closer, picked up the suitcase with all his strength, swung it from back to front, and hit the monster's head hard.
Bang!
The monster's head exploded, and the teeth it bit on the man's neck hit the suitcase like a hammer hitting a nail. The impact force directly cut off the man's neck, and his head fell to the ground, along with the woman's head. Sweet together.
The bodies of the man and the monster fell to the ground at the same time, and the red and black blood mixed together to form a brown liquid.
"God, are you a demon hunter priest? This is so surprising."
In this environment, Alina has developed dependent personality disorder.
"God probably doesn't like me that much."
Wu Heng replied.
He walked up to the monster and felt a stink as bad as a bed bug.
The smell was so strong, it was like crushing a hundred bed bugs with one foot.
Wu Heng looked at the appearance of this monster carefully. It looked a bit like the little devil in Abaddon Hell, another hell one level below Leviathan Hell, described in the comic extras.
Such demons are said to smell like ether and human metabolites.
They can change their voices and their claws can easily tear apart prey, but this demon can be easily damaged by ordinary physical attacks.
This strong smell of human metabolites made Wu Heng certain that this was the little devil.
It seems that the barking of dogs, cats, and mice in the subway, as well as Alina's cry for help, are all imitated by these little devils, but they are a little stupid. They catch any sound and imitate it.
Wu Heng thought for a while, held back the disgusting smell, reached out and grabbed the little devil's body, and tried to activate the ability of 'draining'.
A weak energy flowed from the little devil's body along Wu Heng's arm and integrated into Wu Heng's body.
Wu Heng could feel that his physical fitness had been strengthened a little bit again, but the energy of a little devil was very weak, and it was only strengthened by about 1%.
Wu Heng looked at the fragile little devil in front of him and listened to the roars and imitations of other little devils coming from the subway.
He suddenly didn't want to go out. Anyway, he could return at any time now. These lowest-level little devils were more like walking experience bags.
Of course, this is only relative to Wu Heng. To ordinary people, they are crazy murderers.
Sharp bone claws, extremely fast speed, and only by crushing their heads can they be killed. Ordinary firearms are useless at all.
"The exit is right in front. You can just go out and I'll help you check on your friend."
"Hope God bless them and they'll be okay!"
Wu Heng pointed to the direction to the right, turned and walked towards the position where he had strategically retreated just now.
"I'll ask the police to help you."
Alina whispered behind her.
Wu Heng followed the blood stains on the ground to the tail compartment of the subway.
A blond woman was still slowly struggling to crawl towards Wu Heng's direction, dragging out long blood stains.
Only the upper half of her body was left.
"Help."
The woman just said two words, but there was no more movement.
Wu Heng ignored the woman on the ground and looked around. He heard slight movement from the top of the subway car.
The moment he looked up, two little devils flew towards Wu Heng from the roof of the car.
Wu Heng took a step back, picked up the alloy suitcase, and knocked down the one in front of him. He kicked another little devil in the stomach again. When the little devil flew out, its bone claws tore Wu Heng's calf.
Like cutting through tofu, the leg bones were exposed.
Wu Heng ignored the injury and rushed forward to face the two struggling little devils, using the suitcase brand's hammer to hit them hard and continuously.
They stopped moving until the black, stinking blood flowed all over the floor.
Wu Heng stretched out his hand, and the black liquid quickly dried up, leaving black traces on the ground. The two little devils also became dry, like skeletons wrapped in vacuum bags.
He stood up, the injury on his leg had fully recovered, and his body had strengthened by another two percent.
'It's just a bit expensive. '
Wu Heng lowered his head and glanced at the trouser legs scratched by the little devil.
Then he looked back, feeling a little strange.
"Wait for me."
Alina actually touched all the way over again fearfully.
"Why are you back again? You like to play exciting things?"
Wu Heng didn't know what this woman was thinking.
"The subway door is locked and the security guard is dead. I can't get out and I don't dare to stay there alone."
Alina panicked and lit a cigarette again.
"Can you bark?" Wu Heng asked.
"ah?"
Wu Heng pulled Alina into the rear compartment, closed the back door, and left the side door half open.
"Scream and attract the monsters."
"Oh, ah ah ah" Alina understood the meaning, and shouted loudly out of trust in Wu Heng's appearance and strength.
As the shouting started, chaotic running sounds began to be heard from all around, from far to near.
Wu Heng held the suitcase tightly and stood by the door waiting quietly.
The little devils were swarming towards the door like a crowd of zombies.
Bone claws were constantly piercing the body of the carriage from the outside. Alina was so frightened that she grabbed the handrail in the middle of the carriage and did not dare to stand against the wall.
Bang. Bang bang
The continuous pounding sounds in the subway echoed in the deep tunnel, and the sounds echoed together, like a reinforced artillery regiment firing bombs.
Wu Heng was like whack-a-mole, beating continuously for ten minutes. His clothes had turned into strips of cloth, and his sweat was steaming in the cold tunnel.
At the door of the dilapidated carriage, no little devil came in anymore, and there were nearly twenty little devil corpses lying on the ground.
Wu Heng absorbed their evil energy one by one, but the strong stench was like fighting in the toilet.
All the little devils on the ground turned into withered specimens. Wu Heng felt it and found that his body had strengthened by about 20%. He was very satisfied.
Bang!
A little devil at the end of the crane tore off the ventilation cover from the top of the carriage and reached halfway in upside down, trying to pick up Alina.
Wu Heng turned around, stretched out his left hand like a thunderbolt, grabbed its neck, exerted his arm force, and pulled it down.
The one-handed "Tombstone Nail" move hit the little devil's head hard on the ground. He didn't even have time to scream, and turned into a dried specimen again.
"Not bad, just enough for 20."