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"Ah! Are you crazy?" Afifah screamed as she saw Yang Xiaoyou's face smeared with blood from the stab wound. She reached out desperately, trying to pry the dagger from his tightly clenched hand.
However, even someone as slow-witted as she was soon aware that something was off.
Originally, a wound in the chest caused by a sharp weapon, even if it missed the heart and only pierced a lung lobe, would fill the throat and bronchial tubes with blood. Even if a person could instinctively struggle and convulse, it would be faint and reflexive.
Yet here, despite the dagger being buried to the hilt in his chest and blood continuously spewing from his mouth, his limbs thrashed with unusual strength, completely unlike the struggles of someone on the brink of death.
Especially since both the gushing blood from the chest wound and the blood pooling in his mouth were accompanied by a yellowish liquid that resembled pus.
Seeing this phenomenon, Yang Xiaoyou stirred the dagger without hesitation, causing the blood to surge even more violently from the torn wound. The thrashing of his limbs still appeared powerful, but it suddenly became aimless and directionless.
It was as if he had lost all sense of discernment, flailing about without understanding how to grasp Yang Xiaoyou.
The 'Doctor's' bloodshot eyes bulged to their limits, one of them bursting as Yang Xiaoyou moved, splattering a yellow-green liquid. A strange tentacle emerged weakly from the shattered eye socket.
The tentacle, covered in odd lumps, waved feebly, giving off an eerie sensation.
"Indeed, even striking the chest cavity cannot completely sever its life force; however, it should be enough to inflict serious damage," Yang Xiaoyou remarked casually as he withdrew the dagger and plunged it back in again, his demeanor indifferent as if conducting an experiment while explaining to those beside him.
He continued stabbing repeatedly—over a dozen times—along with twisting and tearing until he had nearly eviscerated the 'Doctor.' Only then did the tentacle that had emerged from its eye lose its final struggle and go limp.
"As you can see, this thing's distribution within the chest cavity can directly transfer to the brain; its vitality is quite resilient. Attacking just the chest cavity requires this level of force to end its life. Clearly impractical in actual combat. Uh, why are you all looking at me like that?" He dipped his finger into the yellowish fluid from the tentacle and sniffed it curiously while observing his fellow companions who looked somewhat pale.
Given their presence, he refrained from tasting it to check for any viral infection capabilities; was it strange to just smell it?
Seeing Yang Xiaoyou maintain such a calm demeanor while nearly dismembering the 'Doctor' made Lucas feel a bit uneasy. Although the 'Doctor' might no longer be considered human, he still retained some semblance of humanity.
Afifah began to tremble slightly at this moment; even Shadow of Death frowned. It wasn't because of the gruesome scene but rather out of concern for what treatment their partner might receive among such fellows beside them.
Yang Xiaoyou casually wiped some blood off his face after removing his coat. Upon seeing his 'work,' he felt a sudden pang in his heart.
Something seemed off about his condition, and what was even more frightening was that he hadn't noticed it at all, as if it were a natural state of being.
"After everything with the Demoness, I still ended up being infiltrated without realizing it. Tsk."
As he looked at the bloody corpse, a hint of seriousness flashed in Yang Xiaoyou's eyes. The act he had just committed felt as trivial as killing a chicken, leaving him completely unfazed. But that was precisely the problem with his mindset.
"Alright. It has indeed been confirmed that this method is effective against such parasites. Let's get out of here; that lady's scream might attract some trouble." In the end, it was Shadow of Death who broke the silence. After all, he was one of the few who knew Yang Xiaoyou's true identity and had a stronger capacity to accept the situation.
"Right, since those things aren't immortal, we can handle them. Besides, we don't need to confront them head-on." Lucas chuckled lightly after the awkward silence. Hearing him say "not head-on" was rare; it seemed this experience had left a deep impression on him.
Only Afifah, dressed in a refreshing outfit with her shirt tied over her bra, still felt some fear. However, now that the bloodstains were wiped away, Yang Xiaoyou's delicate appearance added a slight boost to her confidence.
Yet this stark visual contrast left an indelible shadow in her mind.
Clearly, although there were walls separating them, the soundproofing here wasn't very effective. Afifah's earlier voice had indeed attracted some trouble.
Lucas landed a powerful blow to a farmer's chest, sending him flying with a sickening crack as bones broke. He then swiftly used his pitchfork to sever the legs of another farmer trying to pounce on him.
The man who had been sent flying appeared dazed from the penetrating force of the attack. When he got up, he swayed unsteadily, clearly injured by the opposing parasite.
Shadow of Death also retaliated with a whip kick that snapped another farmer's spine, leaving his lower body completely incapacitated. The man could only crawl forward on his hands while cursing, his bloodthirsty demeanor sending chills down their spines.
However, they didn't linger in battle. After breaking free from their restraints, they continued to slip through the gaps between two buildings under Yang Xiaoyou's lead.
"Damn it! I can't keep up this level of exertion forever," Lucas muttered as he hid behind a farmhouse and observed the patrolling townsfolk scattered about on the street. Sweat dripped down his forehead, and his chest rose and fell noticeably.
Unlike certain non-human beings capable of storing energy for critical moments, Lucas was human. Especially during explosive attacks like these, each one consumed a significant amount of stamina.
He wasn't afraid of facing opponents of equal strength, but maintaining this level of exertion without sufficient replenishment would soon become unsustainable.
"However, the good news is that judging from the increasingly tight defenses here, the locations we initially marked are likely correct." After completely hiding behind the farmhouse, Lucas cast a strange glance at Yang Xiaoyou.
Although he had contributed the most along the way, he had to admit that the one who had truly made the biggest contribution was this formal member he had initially looked down upon. All they did was sketch a few lines and lead the way, yet their impact was far greater than his relentless fighting.
Without them, if he had been running around like a headless chicken, he would have likely been surrounded and exhausted long ago, let alone being so close to their target now.
At that moment, the previously tight patrol outside seemed to erupt into chaos as a large portion of personnel suddenly surged in one direction, as if something had happened.
"It's that other group of people. Good opportunity, follow me." With a casual glance at the distribution outside, Yang Xiaoyou had already figured out their patrol routes. After eliminating the departing group, several gaps appeared in the once-tight defense in Yang Xiaoyou's mind like a calculating machine.
Then, without hesitation, they led everyone swiftly through the gaps between the farmhouses toward their target.
"Bang!"
The wall of a wooden farmhouse was smashed apart by a tremendous force, sending wood chips and dust flying. From the still-settling dust emerged a dark figure, followed closely by three others.
It was Yang Xiaoyou and their group of four.
Just as they broke through the wall, three people charged in from the direction of the farmhouse entrance. Neither side seemed to expect to encounter others here suddenly, and in an instant, they each found cover and faced off against one another.
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