After hearing my words, the man, or rather the corpse, floated out like a ghost. His huge body miraculously floated past as silently as a feather, and the speed was surprisingly fast, just in the blink of an eye.
In no time, I had already caught up with those people.
With a wave of his hand, a Japanese man's head rolled to the ground so fast that the man had no time to react or even shout.
The head that rolled to the ground opened its eyes in horror and opened its mouth wide, as if it didn't believe that it was just like that.
The huge figure swayed, and in just a blink of an eye, seven or eight Japanese had already lost their lives. Their heads were separated from their bodies and they fell to the ground.
The Japanese in the distance screamed in surprise and stopped running for their lives, as if they already knew that they could not escape the devil-like man no matter what.
They stopped, picked up the guns at their waists, and pointed the muzzles at the devil-like guy.
Looking at the scene in front of me, I couldn't help but want to laugh. I could feel the power of that 'person', and I also knew that these guns had no effect on him. This scene was like a group of five or six-year-old urchins, using
Holding a toy water gun, he is threatening a strong boxing man.
Bang bang bang!
As the Japanese screamed, gunshots rang out non-stop, and bullets were fired at the 'person' crazily.
Little sparks popped up on that 'person''s body, like brilliant fireworks in the dark.
I don’t know how long it took, but the gunfire finally stopped. The entire laboratory smelled of gunpowder. The Japanese looked at the devil-like ‘man’ in horror, wondering how he was doing now.
He stood motionless, almost all the bullets that had just been concentrated hit his body, but there was not a single bullet hole in his broken body.
The corners of his mouth turned up, like a devil's smile, and the next moment, a vicious bloody aura spread over his body.
I stared at him closely, knowing that now he had murderous intentions and no longer had to hide his murderous intentions.
The extremely strong killing intent filled the entire laboratory. The killing intent was so strong that the terrifying pressure was simply not something ordinary people could resist.
Feeling the murderous intent, the Japanese could no longer hold back. They screamed in horror, dropped their guns, and knelt on the ground one by one. Faced with this terrifying murderous intent, they could not even escape.
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After a moment, the demon-like 'person' moved, moving back and forth like a ghost. After a moment, all the Japanese fell to the ground and turned into headless corpses.
And he stood among the corpses, his body covered with chilling blood, the corners of his mouth raised, smiling silently.
I looked at all this, and although I knew that the current scene was probably a dream of mine, and that I was just a bystander in this dream, the scene in front of me still made me feel extremely frightened.
Because that person is too powerful, especially the terrifying killing intent in him, which is simply not something that one person can possess.
I know he is not a human being, and such a broken body is simply not something a human being can possess.
After a moment, he moved again and stopped in front of me.
He was looking at me, still with a faint smile on his face.
I was also looking at him, looking at his dilapidated body and only half of his head.
One of his eyes emitted a faint red light, and deep in the eye socket was a frightening hole.
We just stared at each other, motionless, and a very strange feeling arose in my heart.
Now he is looking at me as if he is looking at himself, and I feel an inexplicable feeling rising in my heart when I look at him. It is a familiar feeling, and it also has a hint of kindness, a strange kindness.
It felt like I was looking in the mirror. Although our appearances were completely different, there was a resonance that came from our bloodline, and it was this resonance that made me feel scared from the bottom of my heart.
"You, it's me..." I asked him, but I was too nervous and my throat was a little dry.
He didn't answer me, he just stood there, staring at me, as if there was nothing else in the world that could interest him except me.
After I looked at him for a moment, I no longer had any fear in my heart, and then I laughed, because I could clearly feel that he was really me, another me, or my previous life.
He is who I used to be.
This is a very strange feeling. We all say reincarnation, but when one day you see yourself in your previous life, this feeling is indescribably shocking.
I looked at him and felt a little incredible. I didn't expect that I was such a fierce person in my previous life.
But I still can't figure it out. What was different about me in my previous life? Why did the Japanese take my body from my previous life to this secret underground laboratory and soak it in blood? What on earth did they want to do?
I remembered the image of the Japanese people worshiping and cheering when the other me came out of the iron barrel just now, and I seemed to understand a little bit. Those guys wanted to wake me up and wake up the other me.
This body is in a state of disrepair and is meaningless to anyone. Why did the Japanese try so hard to wake me up? What was my identity in my previous life?
"Who are you?" I asked him.
My grandfather has said since I was a child that my numerology is different from ordinary people, but my grandfather never told me what exactly is different about me, and I didn’t think much about it.
"Give me...your body..." This time he finally spoke, but he only had half of his mouth, and the sound he made was unclear. I couldn't tell what he was saying at all.
Then he moved, stretched out his hands, grabbed my shoulders, and stared at me closely.
His two arms were like two iron pliers, so powerful that I couldn't resist at all. Moreover, the red light flashed in his only remaining eye, as if there was some kind of magic power, which made me unable to resist.
My mind and body relaxed.
The next moment, I felt an inexplicable force entering my body. The force was so powerful that it seemed to be constantly devouring my soul.
"Get out of here, you watchdog!"
But the next moment, a majestic voice sounded in my heart again.
