Wang Jin looked at the changes taking place in Doom Luck and took a breath.
He was amazed at the doctor's skills.
Using drugs and surgeries, living residents can be transformed into ghost-like transformed humans.
Wang Jin didn't know how the doctor could perform such a precise operation, but he could at least guess a little bit about the principle.
Physical pollution.
Contaminate their bodies with drugs, and then use surgical procedures to transform those who survive to make them better compatible with the pollution.
Fundamentally speaking, these residents are not monsters, but poor people who have been deeply polluted.
There are big differences between the Cyborgs and the unclean ones who were born with mixed blood. For example, the body is more twisted, the appearance is uglier, and the mind is more likely to fall into madness.
If you have to compare them with any other creature, they are more like Zhao Guangming who participated in the deceptive version of Project Dawn.
It's just that the changes that happened to them were more disgusting and chaotic.
Of course, after being transformed twice by doctors and bad luck, they can no longer be called human beings.
It's not a human being, and it can't be called a monster.
Just a sad creature wandering around Mingyue Community.
From a certain perspective, Doom can be regarded as one of the doctor's reformers.
Apparently, the doctor left something behind after transforming them.
For example, the bandage stained with blood-red patterns in Mu Mu's hand, the surgical threads in some residents' bodies to help speed up healing, and the black mist on Doom's body.
With the help of these strange items, the Cyborg can exert a power far stronger than his own.
Of course, even so, they cannot be called strange stories.
Therefore, Wang Jin can't quite understand what happened to Doom Luck now.
Due to the constant devouring of misfortune, the troublesome black mist on his body became thinner and thinner, revealing the face of misfortune.
Pale, thin, with deeply sunken eye sockets.
He is obviously only a few years older than Wang Jin, but he gives people the feeling of dying.
What's impressive is the anger and madness on his face.
There is also the inexplicable emotion deep in his eyes.
Of course, this was not what surprised Wang Jin.
It's a change in the aura of misfortune.
Unbelievable.
The inspiration, which is much stronger than that of normal people, gave Wang Jin the ability to identify ghost stories.
So he knew that he had just witnessed with his own eyes the entire process of a transformed person turning into a monster bit by bit.
"Isn't this unreasonable?"
Wang Jin was stunned.
Weird stories were born from people's understanding that humans cannot change species by indiscriminately eating weird things.
What surprised Wang Jin even more was that Doom did not weaken because he lost the protection of the black mist, and his aura increased instead of decreasing.
"ha..."
Slowly exhaling a breath, Doomyun's eyes completely turned black, and there was no longer any distinction between pupils and eye whites.
You could vaguely see something slowly surging under his skin, as if it was about to tear the skin and get out of the body.
Her belly was bulging out completely out of proportion to her thin body, and she didn't know what was inside.
"What a mess."
Wang Jin frowned and looked at Madman and the others with some worry.
Even if there are only a few residents around, the current misfortune is completely beyond their ability to deal with.
Even protecting yourself is difficult.
They can still hold on because of the madman's strange ability and the healing that Azi brought to Wang Jin.
"Roar!"
Doom seems to have lost the ability to speak after swallowing the black mist, and can only roar like a beast.
Not sure if it was an illusion, but Wang Jin felt that its arms were a bit thicker than before.
The arm hit Leonard with a sound of wind, and the metal reflection flashed at the end of the palm.
Doom has even transformed his own body.
The remaining black mist wrapped around the ends of his limbs, and the power of this blow was enough to kill Leonard with one palm.
Leonard was not known for his speed, so he could no longer dodge this sudden attack of misfortune.
"Oh shit..."
Gritting his teeth, Leonard poured all his inspiration into the Frost of the North, and then enlarged the woodcutter's ax to its limit, using it as a shield.
Unfortunately, this is of little use.
It almost went from being directly smashed to pieces to leaving a whole corpse.
"Snapped!"
The madman snapped his fingers, and plastic flowers appeared out of thin air to block Doom's eyes.
However, this was not enough to stop his actions.
Of course, the madman never thought of taking action to prevent the bad luck. He just needed to buy even half a second.
He reached out and pressed it in front of him, and a transparent barrier appeared, blocking the path of Doom's attack.
"when."
The madman opened his mouth and said an onomatopoeia, his face under the mask was gritting his teeth and sweating slightly on his forehead.
Bang!
The palm of doom slapped the barrier hard.
Click!
No cracks appeared, but the sound of breaking glass still filled the air.
The attack of misfortune only paused slightly, seeming to tear up an insignificant piece of white paper.
The madman groaned and stretched out his other hand again, preparing to open the barrier again.
After hesitating for a moment, as if remembering that the damage he suffered would be transferred to Wang Jin, the madman quickly retracted his palm.
It was this hesitation that cost him his best chance to escape.
"brother!"
Leonard looked at the strange man standing in front of him with an anxious look on his face.
He has never seen a madman, let alone a madman wearing a jester mask.
He was surprised that a stranger was so loyal, but also felt guilty that he was about to get hurt.
"Shh..."
The gorgeously dressed jester stretched out his hand to make a silencing gesture, and then slammed Leonard away.
The next second, the palm of misfortune slapped down.
"No!"
Leonard knew that after this blow, the person would probably be penetrated directly.
Regardless of Wang Jin or this stranger, this blow was obviously not something they could withstand.
"boom!"
The jester made a popping sound from his mouth, and then colorful ribbons appeared out of thin air.
In the dazzling moment of doom, the madman's figure disappeared into the ribbons.
The palm covered with black mist hit the ground hard, earth and rocks flew away, and a big hole was made in the cement road.
The rubble collapsed on Leonard's body, almost piercing his ice armor.
Fortunately, no physical injuries were caused.
"Tap tap tap..."
There was the clear sound of horse hoofbeats, and the white knight once again launched a heroic charge against the bad luck.
"Ha...ha...even TV dramas don't dare to act like this..."
The ribbon flashed and the madman appeared in the distance.
Putting his hands on his knees and gasping for air, he found that his jester mask had faded to silver.
This trick seems magical, but it is just a jester's trick.
Use ribbons as a medium for short-distance transmission.
It consumes a lot of money and requires prerequisites.
Without the ribbons that Wang Jin had buried around him in advance, the madman's teleportation would have been completely useless.
Even so, the attack of bad luck still rubbed his back.
"Ahem."
Wang Jin frowned.
The blow that the madman had just been rubbed was passed on, and even after being weakened by the throne, it almost beat him to the point of vomiting blood.
"Woo..."
Ah Zi in her arms frowned, as if she felt Wang Jin's pain firsthand.