Killing Impulse

A three-meter-high iron gate fell heavily to the ground, creating a loud bang and annoying dust.

Ren Anhua felt good.

When she used to make barbecue, she generally used this way to open the door.

It was not only extremely domineering, but also attracted the attention of the whole field.

It was very convenient to let these people know who killed them.

“I told you, what’s the use of you knocking on the door? Do you see anyone opening it for you?”

Shi Mu looked at this violent pink hair and said nothing.

He just suddenly thought of the little poem “a monk knocks on the door under the moon,” which felt quite artistic.

Although there were no birds, trees, or ponds in this place, there were monks, doors, and the moon, which could be considered complete.

Artistic conception was a rare thing, and Shi Mu would carefully pay attention to these rare beauties.

In this anxious and uneasy apocalypse, having such a beauty was a very comfortable thing.

But it was not now.

Ren Anhua was a little uneasy being stared at by Shi Mu.

Didn’t they say that monks were broad-minded? She had stepped on his head so many times, but she had never seen him react at all.
Why was he like this all of a sudden?

“Uh… cough cough, let’s get down to business.”

Ren Anhua started to forcibly change the subject.

Looking inside the factory building, Ren Anhua finally discovered that strange scene.

A rough scan showed that there should be about twenty people, eight ability users.

If they didn’t have energy shielding, then there were three first-level and five second-level.

Awesome, the proportion of ability users was much higher than her original survivor camp.

But this was also inevitable.

The people in the camp came for asylum at first, and these people would not have too strong combat effectiveness.

Only later, after Ren Anhua’s reputation spread, would some ruthless characters come to her.

Because he was too strong at that time.

Of course, she was not a weakling now.

Even with a pure healing ability, she had also developed her own attack methods.

She wanted to try them out on these guys, but looking at these guys with fear on their faces, Ren Anhua suddenly felt very bored.

Before the attack, Chen Shu explained his ability to them.

It sounded like a highly complex ability for the single purpose of killing people.

The awakening of an ability was closely related to a person’s personality, environment, and even behavior habits.

Ren Anhua had thought that a person like Chen Shu, even if he awakened an ability, it would be something like healing or protection.

She had never expected that it would be an extremely pure offensive ability, and even a highly targeted offensive ability against humans.

Under what circumstances could this man awaken such an ability? There was probably only one answer, and that was killing intent, extreme killing intent, killing intent that surpassed all his previous character.

This eventually contributed to such an ability with no impurities, so simple that it only had the purpose of killing people.

Although he didn’t have much to say about his daughter’s death on the surface, Ren Anhua could see from this ability what kind of turbulent waves were in his heart.

How deep his love for his daughter was, how heavy this killing intent was.

So heavy that this group of culprits could not bear it.

Ren Anhua’s eyelids twitched.

She remembered that Chen Shu was only at the second tier.

“Who are you! Where did you come from!”

A man in a down jacket shouted at the door.

The loud bang of the iron door seemed to have awakened these fake camp members.

Their condition was much better than when Ren Anhua came in.

At least they could stand up and fight basically.

This was really thanks to Ren Anhua.

The knock on the door by Shi Mu really scared them.

To put it vividly, it was like they had entered a horror movie.

Ren Anhua did not answer immediately, but raised the watermelon knife in her hand and shook it.

“Understand?”

The man was a little stunned, not knowing what Ren Anhua was saying.

Bend down, lean forward, accumulate strength, and explode.

The seven-meter distance was gone in an instant.

The full speed of a fourth-tier ability user was no different from teleportation in the eyes of ordinary people.

The sixty-centimeter watermelon knife slashed down from top to bottom, drawing a straight and perfect thin line from the left shoulder to the right hip.

This thin line passed through the man’s body.

The down feathers exploded, and half of them were dyed red.

The extremely fast knife speed made Ren Anhua not get a single drop of blood.

This was also the conclusion she had drawn from the last time she was covered in zombie brains: as long as you run fast enough, the enemy’s brains won’t stick to you.

The man fell to the ground, split into two neat halves.

His face still had that stunned expression when he died instantly.

Ren Anhua looked at the remaining people, as if she was still repeating those two words: understand?

“What are you standing there for! Get your weapons!”

Jiang Ning’s mouth twitched.

These people were really too lacking in combat literacy.

They were so arrogant when they bullied the weak, but they were stunned as soon as they were beaten.

And they still asked who you were.

What was there to ask? With this way of opening the door, wasn’t it obvious that they were here to cause trouble?

However, Jiang Ning then found that he had not taken his crossbow.

The steel rod he had just pulled out was not his special weapon.

He was not a close-combat iron-headed baby.

After applying mental confusion to the opponent, even if he hacked randomly, there was a chance of hurting him.

After all, his ability was called mental confusion, not mirror flower water moon.

The best way to deal with it was to use a long-range weapon to inflict fatal damage.

This was safe and secure.

Crossbows were not like guns.

The sound was small and would not attract zombies.

The ammunition was recyclable and not wasted at all.

The difficulty of use was not as high as a bow and arrow.

It could be said to be a very perfect post-apocalyptic equipment.

With this shout, the fake camp members in the stronghold also came back to their senses.

Although fear was still gnawing at their hearts, the desire to survive was enough for them to get up and fight.

The members of Chen Shu’s team also entered the factory building, but Ren Anhua did not see Chen Shu’s shadow.

She thought that this man would not run away, so Ren Anhua did not bother with him.

Shen Dinghui was still holding her nail gun.

Liu Shi and Tang Yunxuan’s weapons had been changed to machetes, which looked much stronger than the one in Ren Anhua’s hand.

However, Ren Anhua was not particularly concerned about the weapon.

In the eyes of people of her level, these things were not much different from iron pieces, at most they were thick or thin.

In the end, it was just for fun, and it was still usable.

The only weapons that could really attract her were the cold weapons made by Bai Rui.

Of course, in the eyes of ordinary people, the difference was still very big.

For example, Tang Yunxuan, looking at Shi Mu, who was empty-handed, felt that he was very unsafe, and brought him an extra knife, but Shi Mu refused.

“Thank you for your kindness, Patron Tang, but a monk does not use sharp weapons.”

After saying that, Shi Mu pulled a steel pipe from the iron frame and split a man in a black jacket who was rushing towards them into two halves.

Although it was strange to use the word “split” to describe the damage caused by a steel pipe, it just happened like that.

It was like using a thin wooden stick to hit a tender leaf, only to find that the leaf was cut into two halves as if it had been cut by a knife.