It's like a poor man who tried his best to survive, but was still persecuted by the villain, his family was broken up, his wife and children were abducted for human experiments, and he was hit by a steel truck and his waist was broken on the way to the pursuit.
This was the first image that came to her mind.
In the picture, the fallen figure has been replaced by this cloth-covered monster without anyone noticing. It sticks out a bloody claw from under the cloth, without any skin or even much muscle, and slowly covers its waist with it. A deep hole is sunken below the face that is stretched tight by the cloth, and intermittent shrill howls come out of the hole... It is endless pain and resentment.
Suddenly she was startled, and she realized that she was almost deceived. When she looked up, she saw the ghost covered with a cloth walking forward, and everyone except her... everyone, they were all dazed in wailing.
Especially the Copperfields who were closest to her, when she turned her head, she could see blood and tears on their faces. And the old Moore who was the first to touch the ominous omen began to bleed from his ear holes, and his body was shaking all the time, and he might lie down at any time.
What on earth is this——
Suddenly forced into such a dangerous situation, he was the only one who was awake and able to move... Hitzfeld gasped and raised the white whale to aim at the monster.
This thing isn't very efficient, which may be the only good news right now.
She didn't know the reason, but its steps... did look like a cripple. It limped towards the woman with a ponytail who was standing there with a gun in her hand. An arm, probably as thin as a hemp pole, but with a palm bigger than a chandelier and a strange hand with sharp claws, stretched out from under the cloth and grabbed the Ur rifle.
"boom!"
Another gunshot.
The bullet penetrated its swollen skull with great kinetic energy, and blood spurted out even from the cloth.
It stopped moving and slowly raised its head to look at the girl. The terrifying monster hand then raised up and vaguely reached out to grab her, like a baby seeing its mother, and it staggered towards her while babbling and howling.
This primitive terror almost blew her away. She kept pulling the trigger on the thing, backing away, leading it away from the frozen position of the crowd, using the shelves and iron beds to block it, constantly trying to find its weakness.
But it seems pointless.
This thing has no weaknesses, and it can't die. From just now to now, it has taken at least two magazines of silver bullets here. Except that it will scream more shrilly when the bullets hit it, its subsequent actions are not affected at all.
Oh, right... it walked very slowly and moved very clumsily... when she used obstacles to hide, it was almost helpless against those shelves, and was even stuck on an iron bed for more than twenty seconds... it could have just gone around, but it was stuck there and made meaningless steps.
Mechanization.
Hitzfeld thought of a description.
I always feel like I'm a programmed robot, and it's not just that I don't have any reason.
calm.
Taking a few steps back again, she forced herself to concentrate.
Admittedly, it was very torturous to deal with such a strange thing in such a closed scene... She couldn't even escape because the others were still standing there like statues... But she had to do it... She had to force herself to muster up the courage.
"Ah...ahhh!!"
Suddenly, the thing seemed to be stimulated and grabbed the curtain on its body with its strange hands, pulling it off as the girl stared in horror.
This gave her a glimpse of its full picture.
It's hard to describe it in simple words.
It was like a living person, a broken skeleton of a living person gathered by blood. It was like a healthy body thrown into an acid pool, into the stomach of a giant beast, into the belly of a giant python, and the flesh and blood were corroded and softened... It was consumed and decomposed halfway and then fished out and spit out... It was as if such a thing was resurrected.
But it is not entirely a human skeleton.
There were two shallow bulges on its head, and behind its shriveled, bleeding crotch was a tailbone, dragging on the ground like a whip as it walked.
It is not static either.
On this thing's tentacles and legs, on those bright red and crystal-clear skeletons, blood and flesh were constantly flowing like a living thing.
Every drop of blood repeats the process of flowing from the tentacles to the eye sockets, and smooth blood clots coagulate and wriggle on its body surface... This is an evil that is difficult to fully describe.
The moment he saw this appearance, Hitzfeld felt an intense burning pain in his left eye.
She hadn't felt this much pain in a long time.
Since getting the Nature Orb, the left eye had hardly made any noise. This was the first time since then that the Orb had shown signs of not being able to suppress the eyeball, and it was desperately trying to urge her away from this thing.
But how can I leave?
Turning his head to look at Xia Yibing, the woman was still standing there with the gun raised.
Hitzfeld clenched his teeth and kept thinking of a solution.
Silver bullet?
It has already been verified that it is useless.
White whale energy storage?
There is not enough time... and I need to keep shooting to delay its progress...
How can I kill it...
At least... make it stop... stop making those annoying screams...
Feeling upset, Hitzfeld suddenly glanced towards the wall.
There was a row of candles there.
It was a very inconspicuous thing. All of it was burnt down to just a little bit. The white wax on the surface had melted together and combined together, sticking to the corners, and it looked like a long white snake.
correct.
Her eyelids twitched, and she suddenly remembered what Sixus had said before.
If you are really aware...
If you were really conscious, you wouldn't just stand by and watch him die, right?
"Ah..."
Just at this moment the monster pounced on her. She simply did not dodge, but reached out her hand to touch her left eye socket, exerted force ruthlessly, and dug out a sticky blue thread.
Got it!
Seeing the sticky thread on his hand, Hitzfeld showed a look of joy. He stretched out his hand and threw the sticky thread at the monster, while raising his leg and kicking it in the chest.
boom!
Clang!
With a loud bang, she kicked the thing over, causing it to collide with an iron bed.
Magical things began to happen.
Strands of bright blue silk began to penetrate its body. It began to soften and "flow" down like a candle, merging little by little with the wire bed, and no boundary in between could be distinguished any more.
Chapter 57 Farewell to Senling
No matter how ingenious the internal structure of this thing is, at a time when all the tissues are gradually being forcibly fused by a wire bed, it can't create something out of nothing and make noise by imagination.
So when the fusion process deepened further, almost turning it into a pile of blood mud spread flat on the bed, the shrill cry it made finally stopped.
It was as if the play switch was pressed again, and the few people behind instantly broke away from the sculpture state.
Eugenie and Moore were standing close to each other and were knocked down by the latter. Jie Li tried to help them but was dragged down with them. Ma Kai's legs went limp and he collapsed on the ground. He covered his belly and spat out a mouthful of black blood. Xia Yibing also took several steps back and hit her back on the shelf. Only Sixus and Russell were able to keep their bodies steady.
"What... happened..." There were traces of blood and tears on Xia Yibing's face, making the entire field of vision bright red. She quickly reached out to wipe off the blood, half-squinted her eyes and kept looking around in the secret room, quickly locking onto the gray-haired girl beside the iron bed.
Without bothering to check her physical condition, she strode forward and grabbed the girl. While she was confused and gasping for breath, she forcibly dragged her 2 or 3 meters away. She and everyone else stared at the squirming iron bed from afar.
"How did you do it?" Russell frowned. "I've never heard of this thing taking the initiative to help... Even though you are related to her, you are not even her descendant. How could it-"
He was saying something difficult to understand again, but it also confirmed my guess indirectly - Nightingale really knew more secrets about this artifact.
Hitzfeld glanced at his face and noticed that only his left cheek had traces of blood and tears. The right cheek seemed to have not had time to flow, or it might have been wiped clean.
Judging from her face, Sixus was the least affected among all the people. Her tears contained only a small amount of blood, and there was almost no trace after she wiped them away. At this moment, she rushed over and stared at the wire bed with shining eyes, muttering: "Fusion... This is the power of fusion! It's hard to believe that what is written in the ancient books is true... Breaking all rules and reshaping the structure from the microscopic level... There really was such magic..."
Among these people, it seemed that only Xia Yibing cared about her. The woman ignored the evil creature still squirming on the iron bed. She immediately used her body to block the girl and touched her whole body through her clothes.
"What are you doing?" Hitzfeld's face turned red, and he stammered to stop her: "I'm not... I'm fine..."
"This is not your decision!" Xia Yibing said in a very stern tone, forcibly suppressing her resistance.
After touching him, her expression relaxed a little. At least there were no injuries on Hitzfeld's body.
"Were we controlled just now?" Then she remembered to ask about the process just now, "Does this thing have hallucination ability?"
"It should be." Hitzfeld nodded and briefly described to everyone the process of seeing the illusion, waking up, and forcibly luring this thing to chase him.
The group of people felt their scalps tingle after hearing this... This undead evil creature, if she hadn't suddenly remembered that she could take out the Nature Orb to try her luck, they might still be trapped by the howling.
"It can use its howling to trigger illusions and control living things..." Sixus frowned and kept thinking, "How strange, I have never heard of such an evil species."
"Let's go quickly, okay..." Ma Kai was almost crying. He made a sad discovery that after experiencing such a dangerous and terrible thing, these people did not run away as soon as possible, but gathered there to comment on the blood mud.
Now he understood why these people would regard the gray-haired girl as their backbone. She did have the capital...but you almost died just now!
Aren't you afraid? Aren't you terrified?
How can they stand here and analyze things so calmly... They are simply a bunch of lunatics!
"You said before that we are spies, right?" With the help of Jerry, Eugenie wiped his face clean. Seeing his conflicted look, he walked over with a smile and patted him on the shoulder.
"You're a detective, too. What? Isn't this the kind of courage you need to be in this profession?"
Anyone could see that he was mocking Ma Kai, as he had long been unhappy with the fact that the latter also held the title of detective.
A detective is someone like Aisuen... You? You, Alaga-Makay, are more suitable to be a drama actor.
After mocking Ma Kai who was indifferent to this, Youzheni turned around and saw a group of people retreating rapidly.
There was also a ball of blood mud that had merged with the wire bed. It actually forced itself to gather tissue on the surface of the body to form organs, and it cried out intermittently a few times.
"Go! Go!" Russell saw that he was staring at him in a daze. Even Mark was running out, but Eugenie was still standing there in a daze. He couldn't help but take two steps back and pushed him on the shoulder.
At the same time, I felt a little confused.
To work in this field, you must be good at judging the situation... With such a slow reaction, you can still join the Third Intelligence Bureau?
They quickly ran towards the exit of the secret room. In the process, a ball of bright blue energy turned into a silk thread and was drawn out from the blood mud. It floated up to catch up with the crowd and drilled into the gap of Hitzfeld's blindfold before she turned around.
Hitzfeld's whole body was numb in an instant.
She remembered the blood mud monster that was affected by this thing and merged with the wire bed.
This... I don't know if it's dirty or not...
Then she suddenly widened her right eye and saw clearly the blood mud monster's still wriggling chest... It seemed like a piece of paper fell down as the magic ball left?
Pausing, she caught a glimpse of a pair of long fire tongs leaning against the passage leading to the crematorium.
This thing is like an enlarged pair of scissors, but it is much longer and is specifically used to pick things up from high-temperature furnaces.
Without waiting for others to react, she changed her route and ran to pick up the pliers, then turned back and carefully used them to clamp the paper roll.
During the whole process, Xia Yibing kept holding her hand. The woman was extremely nervous, but she also understood that this thing was very important, and it would be better to take it away if possible.
"You reminded me."
Russell also paused, looked at the candlestick in his hand, then at the ink documents, and waved his hand to throw the candlelight onto a shelf.
The candle fell flat on the surface of the document, and the flame and ink paper reacted quickly, instantly turning into a ball of fire.
Within a minute, they rushed out of the mansion from the underground chamber, with the screams becoming increasingly sharp behind them.
Before, they thought it was just roaring randomly, but when they came out, they realized that this roar had a special meaning.
In the dark night, Senling City was like a giant beast. In the distance, in the shadows, roars could be heard one after another.
This is the response.
Answer the call!
"It can summon those frost dragons!" Russell growled, "Hurry up and get in the car!"
Fortunately, the SUV hidden in the corner was not touched. There were no enemies nearby. Russell urged everyone to get in the car with a gun in hand. When he turned around, he saw Hitzfeld holding a fire tong, looking like he didn't know where to put it in the car.
No one wanted to touch the parchment.
God knows what kind of evil curse it has. Will it turn them into monsters the moment they are touched?
Without saying a word, Russell reached out and took the parchment in his hand.
"You...?" Hitzfeld was stunned and suddenly realized that he was using his right hand.
The right hand... the mechanical arm...
So she was no longer worried, and quickly squeezed into the driver's seat and lay in the woman's arms, listening to her companions slamming the car door. A sense of security and urgency grew from the bottom of her heart.
The more we face barbarism, the more we desire civilized creations.
