Yin Tian didn't know where he got the strength, he stretched out his hands and grabbed Yang Gao's arm tightly.
The body expanded rapidly, as if a balloon was reaching its limit.
There are more and more cracks shining with blood-red light, and a crazy smile appears on Yin Tian's face.
"Die!"
Yin Tian's body suddenly exploded, and the huge impact even made the tube building start to tremble.
Black-red blood, with a scorching temperature, splashed around.
The weird sutures were like steel needles, squirming and piercing in all directions together with countless tiny pieces of flesh.
Yang Gao, who was the first to bear the brunt, was blown away half of his body and lay on the ground twitching.
His broken body was still expanding, as if he had become the next human bomb.
"Ouch!!!!"
The werewolf trapped in the ground looked up to the sky and roared, his expression very painful.
The tough hair on his body helped him resist some damage, but it still did not completely avoid the damage caused by the bomb.
His body was also undergoing similar changes, but not as quickly as Yang Gao's.
"Wang Jin! Let's go!"
The broken figure on the ground shouted at Wang Jin.
He should have been dead, but the flesh and blood splashed out from Yin Tian's body managed to maintain his consciousness.
"Ugh...roar...vomit..."
The two figures in front of the white knight stopped moving at the same time and kept vomiting.
After a while, they vomited out pieces of meat similar to those on Yang Gao's body.
That was what Yin Tian stuffed into them before going upstairs.
But now it was too late, their bodies began to gradually expand.
A strange and blasphemous power rises within it.
Wang Jin sighed and looked at Yang Gao with sad eyes.
His wound was the largest, and the area affected by those weird flesh and blood was also the largest.
In a few seconds, he will be the next bomb.
The figure on the pale throne slowly stood up and pulled out a strange-style short knife from his arms.
The next second, Wang Jin's figure disappeared from the place.
The heavy armor on the white knight collapsed and turned back into two dark figures.
Xiao Hei melted into the darkness and wrapped around Wang Jin's legs.
The speed climbed to the extreme, and the white hair was flying in the wind.
puff--
Almost in the next second, the short knife pierced Yang Gao's broken body.
The expansion speed of the meat piece could not keep up with the speed of the dagger devouring the flesh and blood, and the human bomb that had gradually taken shape quickly shriveled up.
Yang Gao raised his head and looked at Wang Jin, his eyes blinded by blood gradually losing their luster.
"My kindness...will kill me, it seems so."
At the last moment of his elimination, he whispered what Wang Jin had warned him.
Seeing the other party turn into ashes, Wang Jin sighed.
The short knife can effectively deal with this suicide bomb, which is good news.
However, there is only one of these things, and there are three bombs.
"Mirror Ghost!"
Wang Jin shouted as he ran towards the werewolf that had begun to expand.
"receive!"
Hearing the call, the mirror ghost suddenly got into the mouth of a figure.
Under the influence of the cloudy sky, they had lost consciousness.
It doesn't take much effort to control the Mirror Ghost.
Without much hesitation, this loyal black jelly drove the body that had just successfully controlled it to jump off the rooftop.
"Damn, there's still one left."
Wang Jin pierced the werewolf's heart with force and turned to look at the last figure.
What came into sight was not the twisted flesh and blood about to explode, but a beautiful figure covered in blood.
She jumped off the rooftop with that weird figure, leaving Wang Jin with only a bright smile.
"Damn it!"
Wang Jin gritted his teeth and jumped down immediately.
Li Hui can be eliminated, but not in this way.
——
"Wow, wow, it's so touching."
The little fox in the audience had his mouth full of potato chips and cried so hard.
On the one hand, I was moved by the idol drama-like plot of the two of them, and on the other hand, I felt that my son really lived up to his expectations.
Wang Jin and Li Hui are already the only two people in this secret ritual.
No matter which one of them is first, the company will be the biggest beneficiary.
"Come on, Wang Jin!"
There was a gentle cheering sound from the audience, and their emotions were affected unconsciously.
"Come on!"
"It's so beautiful."
The girl with heavy makeup held her chin in her hands and seemed to like Wang Jin's blood-soaked appearance.
——
Her long hair is flying, and her pure white clothes are floating in the air.
Iris petals flying in the air embellish this final scene.
Wang Jin tried his best to reach out and catch Li Hui, but he only missed it a little every time.
The twisted flesh and blood can no longer see the limbs, and it will explode in just a few seconds.
Bang!
The sound of the machine twisting was heard, and the rope flew out from the dark hand crossbow.
"Got you."
Wang Jin grinned and looked at Li Hui.
The latter's eyes were red and he shook his head.
The only rope was used by Wang Jin to save himself, what next?
"Do we want to die together? It's quite romantic."
Li Hui narrowed her eyes and smiled at Wang Jin.
"It's still early."
The white-haired prince grinned and shouted.
"Xiao Hei."
"clear!"
The dark wings suddenly spread out behind him, giving him the ability to glide briefly.
Wang Jin pressed the button, tightened the rope and pulled Li Hui over.
A violent explosion sounded beneath him, and the generated air waves pushed up his wings.
The white-haired prince held the sleeping girl in his arms and danced in the air.
The flesh and blood bloomed like fireworks, adding a bit of color to this warm scene.
The amber light belonging to the god illuminates the gray earth, making this strange scene look beautiful.
"In the end, I won."
Wang Jin looked at Li Hui who was gradually losing her breath in his arms and murmured softly.
This girl has reached her limit a long time ago, and it is definitely a miracle that she can hold on until now.
——
"So…"
"The final winner of this annual meeting is - Wang Jin."
The director at the judges' table opened his arms and announced loudly to the audience.
No one objected or complained.
Earth-shaking applause and cheers rang out, and unprecedented energy erupted from the auditorium.
Everyone sees Wang Jin's strength.
He truly deserves the title of a rising star in the world of ghost stories.
"Look, look."
The mustache looked at Zhao Guangming maliciously, with a narrow smile on his face.
"You are also number one, why do you get scolded by a bunch of people?"
"Look at this kid, almost everyone thinks he should be like this."
"This is the gap, the gap."
"ha."
Zhao Guangming grinned, his face looking like he deserved to be beaten.
He is in a pretty good mood now.
"Maybe it's because the second place is a good-looking and strong girl, not some guy who has been growing a beard since he was fifteen."
"Your uncle."
Mustache used a rare curse word, and he was about to fight with Zhao Guangming when he was pulled away by Ma Yao.