Chapter 171 The Birth of the White Death

"Mom!!"

Ji Youfeng and Ji Yue saw the tragic scene of their mother being shot and falling to the ground, and they cried and knelt on the ground.

"I will fight you!"

The middle-aged man saw his wife falling in a pool of blood, and in grief, he rushed to the gangster man holding a gun.

The gangster man saw the middle-aged man rushing towards him, and he was not surprised but happy, with a grim smile on his face.

The men around him stepped forward to stop the middle-aged man, and the gangster man slowly stepped forward and raised his pistol.

Without pulling the trigger, the man swung the gun stiffly and hit the middle-aged man's head violently.

One, two, three...

At first, the middle-aged man wailed in pain, but as he swung more and more times, the shouting in the middle-aged man's mouth gradually subsided.

Blood flowed from his forehead, and in the end, the middle-aged man was already on the verge of death and his dejected expression.

The gangster had a lot of fun fighting, and waved his sore wrist, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

The gangster suddenly picked up a baseball bat on the table and swung it at the middle-aged man's head.

Brain and blood splattered on the ground, and the middle-aged man's body fell to the ground in a bloody mess, causing the survivors around to scream.

"Dad!!!"

Ji Youfeng was heartbroken and ran towards the decapitated body with all his might.

The gangster next to him showed disdain and threw Ji Youfeng aside like throwing garbage.

The leading gangster stepped on Ji Youfeng's forehead and said sarcastically: m.

"Master Ji, a lazy second-generation ancestor, what are you without your father who is the director?"

The force from his feet became stronger and stronger, and Ji Youfeng's glasses shattered instantly, his white suit was dirty, and his cheeks were already stained with blood that had flowed on the ground.

"Your father has a strong character, why don't you follow him to die?"

The gangster man spitted on Ji Youfeng's face.

Looking at Ji Youfeng who was like a drowned dog, the gangster man suddenly felt bored.

Ji Youfeng's vision was blurred, and the mocking and scolding of the gangsters came to his ears.

In the haze, Ji Youfeng lay on the ground, trembling and stretching out his bloody arm.

Desperately stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to grab something, but what he touched was a pile of hard colored crystal cores...

The gangster man turned his eyes to Ji Yue who was shivering in the corner.

The woman inherited her mother's genes, with a pure appearance, tall figure, and full breasts that were about to burst out.

"I almost forgot there was a young one here..."

"Just let me have a taste!"

The gangster man threw the pistol to his men, stretched out his hands into claws, and walked slowly towards Ji Yue with an evil look and a wretched face.

"No, don't come over here!!"

Ji Yue staggered backwards, but there was a narrow corner behind her, and she had no way to avoid it.

The desperate woman fell to the ground, waving her arms weakly.

But the woman's struggling appearance made the gangster man's eyes full of lust, and he stepped forward.

All of this was seen by the survivors around him, but no one dared to stop him.

They had already become numb in this lawless apocalypse, and would not meddle in other people's business if it did not concern them.

"Boss...Boss?"

"What's wrong?"

Just as the gangster was about to step forward and knock Ji Yue down, he heard a cry from his men beside him.

His interest was interrupted, and the gangster looked back unhappily, but saw the horrified expression of his men.

"He...He!!"

The gangster looked in the direction his men pointed, but saw Ji Youfeng kneeling at the corner of the table in a tattered white suit.

There was still blood flowing under his body. Ji Youfeng was facing down, as if he was chewing something, and there was a crisp sound between his lips and teeth.

As his sight got closer, the gangster finally saw clearly what Ji Youfeng was chewing -

It was a crystal core!!

What he was chewing in his mouth was actually the mutant crystal core they had collected with great effort!!

The crystal cores mixed with blood and tears were scattered on the ground, but Ji Youfeng didn't care about the blood stains on them at all, and madly stuffed the crystal cores on the ground into his mouth.

Countless crystal cores were swallowed by him, and the violent mutant energy impacted his fragile internal organs and limbs.

The radiation produced by the mutant energy gradually dyed his black hair into snow-white.

At the same time, Ji Youfeng's figure also underwent some subtle changes.

A strong energy burst out from his body, and the terrifying energy fluctuations made many human survivors terrified.

Ji Youfeng stood up, his body was covered with bright red blood, his messy white hair was swaying, and he lowered his head...

The next moment, a pair of cold eyes looked at the many gangsters who were full of horror.

The latter swallowed his saliva and shouted to his men:

"There is something fishy, ​​let's get rid of this kid first!"

Many gangsters waved guns and sticks to attack Ji Youfeng in front of him. The latter stood in place and released an amazing space fluctuation when he raised his hand.

From this moment on, the once ignorant and unlearned young master disappeared, replaced by the ruthless law and indifferent white death...

In the dim illusion space, Ji Youfeng's figure swayed and knelt on the ground, the fallen lens shattered on the ground, and his expression was dazed.

Suddenly, a clear laugh came to Ji Youfeng's heart like a huge bell:

"I never thought that the famous White Death would have such a past..."

Mu Qiu, wearing a black windbreaker, put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly towards Ji Youfeng who was kneeling on the ground with a smile on his face.

Unlike in the past, a red butterfly was circling around Mu Qiu's shoulder at this time.

Hearing Mu Qiu's words, the latter looked stunned. Being in the space of illusion, he could not distinguish between illusion and reality for a moment.

Ji Youfeng, wearing glasses that were broken like spider webs, slowly stood up from the ground with an empty expression.

"Interesting, your story is really wonderful..."

Just like watching an interesting movie, Mu Qiu walked towards Ji Youfeng and clapped his hands lightly with a smile on his face.

When Mu Qiu walked in front of Ji Youfeng, he did not stop, but continued to move forward, like a stranger on a road.

The black and white figures passed by each other, but Ji Youfeng heard Mu Qiu's meaningful teasing words:

"I hope you won't let me down in the future, I'm looking forward to your performance..."

"Goodbye, Mr. Death..."

The familiar voice was full of a certain playfulness and pride, as if it was an old friend who hadn't seen him for a long time.

Ji Youfeng's pupils suddenly shrank, and he glanced at Mu Qiu's back with horror.

At this moment, Mu Qiu's back and a certain figure in his mind slowly overlapped, and finally superimposed together, as if they were a whole.

Ji Youfeng's dry lips opened and closed, and he slowly spoke in a voice that only he could hear:

"Shura..."