The street lights haven't turned on yet, but night has already fallen.
The once noisy streets were empty, and the foggy darkness swallowed everything.
Except for the figure wearing exquisite armor.
Flower petals are floating, war drums are roaring, and flags are ringing.
The prince of paradise tried his best to charge at the enemy in the distance.
The wrist turned and the spear screamed.
Spin, thrust.
Wang Jin used his strength to the extreme.
A full blow.
"Get away!"
The young man shouted lowly at the man in gorgeous clothes, who understood instantly.
"boom!"
The madman opened his mouth and made a banging sound, like a salute going off.
The next second, colorful ribbons really appeared out of thin air, which was dazzling.
At the same time, the four transparent barriers that originally trapped half of the cylinder disappeared in an instant.
Weird things are set free.
Unfortunately, before he could make any move, Wang Jin's attack was already in front of him.
The spear arrived as promised, bringing destruction and death.
"Aimed...no problem!"
Wang Jin grinned and sent out the spear.
The target is the crack on the half-cylinder body.
boom!
Bumping, groaning, and breaking.
Something flew out of the night.
It's Wang Jin.
"Oh shit!"
The young man cursed angrily and stumbled backwards.
His arms were completely numb, and blood flowed from the cracked tiger's mouth.
His ears were buzzing and his breath was filled with sweetness.
Heartbeat disorder, unable to move.
Wang Jin felt that his blow had pierced the high-strength alloy, and the powerful rebound made him instantly lose his ability to resist.
"Boss!"
The madman's figure flashed past and caught Wang Jin accurately.
The Rigoletto's gold mask has faded to bronze and is full of cracks.
Four barriers, plus a ribbon trick.
Madness has reached its limit.
"Damn..."
Wang Jin looked at the half-cut vat and muttered softly.
Is the vat broken? Broken.
Have things gotten better? No.
Wang Jin successfully broke half of the cylinder's shell, but the situation took a turn for the worse.
The dark cylinder body is full of cracks, and the exposed parts glow with a bronze sheen.
The weathered yellow talisman quickly turned into fly ash when exposed to the air.
The fragments fell, revealing a headless corpse wearing a yellow robe.
Wang Jin's attack worked.
The overloaded state is full, coupled with the kinetic energy accumulated from long-distance running.
This level of salty fish stabbing can even forcefully pierce a car.
What's more, he specifically targeted that crack. Even if the defense of the half-cylinder was terrifyingly strong, it would be impossible for him to remain unscathed.
But what happened afterwards did not develop as he expected.
The half-cylinder did not lose its ability to move because of this, but the ghost's movements became even faster.
It seemed that whatever restrained him had completely disappeared.
"So that's it..."
Wang Jin murmured softly, a flash of surprise flashed across his face.
He could roughly deduce what this monster had gone through.
There are many versions of the legend of the half-cylinder, but one thing has not changed.
Apart from its arms and legs, this thing looks like a bottomless water tank.
When eating, he would cover the person with his body from top to bottom.
After a few hours, only a pile of bones will be left in the tank.
Normally, this thing should be hollow.
But the half-cylinder in front of me was different.
The withered corpse that appeared inside was that of a Taoist priest.
As for those yellow talismans of unknown origin...
Their function should be to suppress the half cylinder.
But Wang Jin was wrong about one thing.
He could only see a corner of the yellow talisman exposed, and subconsciously thought it was an item that had lost its effectiveness.
Since the effect has been lost, there is no need to consider the impact.
However, the reality is exactly the opposite of the conjecture.
There is a price to pay for breaking the yellow talisman.
The talisman comes from the inside of the body of the half-cut cylinder, and only a small part is exposed from the crack.
This Taoist priest probably chose to be swallowed by half of the cylinder, and then attached the talisman paper from the inside to seal it.
Use the trick of dying together to exchange for decades of peace for the people.
There is no doubt that he did the right thing.
But after so many years, unexpected changes have taken place in Half Tank.
This beast chose to take the Taoist priest's body as his own.
The yellow talisman turned into flying ashes, and half of the cylinder was completely unrestrained.
"This is…"
The madman muttered in a low voice, with a rare dignified tone in his tone.
"Yeah, zombies."
Wang Jin sighed and squinted his eyes to look at the half-cut vat in front of him.
No, that is no longer half a cylinder.
The headless corpse twisted slightly and made various weird movements.
It seems that he is not adapting to his body that has lost its restraints.
"Boss, leave quickly."
The madman gritted his teeth and tightened the iron pliers in his hands.
His physical strength is no longer enough to continue supporting Paradise Blessing.
The only thing I can rely on now is a spirit that is not afraid of death and a body that can be regenerated.
"Need not."
Wang Jin stretched out his hand to hold down the madman and shook his head gently.
He didn't have the habit of asking his companions to go up and get beaten.
What's more, it's not the time for self-sacrifice yet.
Wang Jin really didn't expect that the true appearance of the half-cut cylinder was like this, and he suffered a loss because of it.
But this doesn't mean that both of them will die.
It is Wang Jin's little habit to be prepared for everything.
The reason why he was restrained everywhere was simply because he did not use his full strength.
If you really want to give it a try, the strength of the half-cylinder is really not enough.
"We might be in trouble."
The young man murmured softly, with a bit of regret on his face.
The Eyes of the Ancient God slowly rotated under the flesh, as if they were about to open at any moment.
If given the choice, Wang Jin doesn't want to do this.
Overload and backshock acted on him at the same time, and even he was blinded.
Wang Jin, who is in poor condition, may not be able to control the Eye of the Ancient God well.
The Bureau's secret bracelet can absorb pollution, but there is always a precaution.
This is an urban area, and if even a trace of the ancient god's aura leaks out, dozens or hundreds of people will go crazy or even die.
The new star in the world of ghost stories who did such a thing... also went to the Furnace Bolt to be imprisoned.
"Ouch!"
The headless Taoist priest in the distance moved his body, and a strange roar came from his chest.
He began to approach the two figures, his pace getting faster and faster.
There is not much time left for Wang Jin to think.
"Fight."
Without too much hesitation, the young man stood up with force, the Ancient God's Eyes on his cheeks shining faintly.
As long as the headless Taoist priest approaches, the will of death will attack him mercilessly.
The shock bombs and blood poison that follow will begin to tear apart the opponent's body, and Wang Jin can also take the opportunity to use his suppression ability.
This is flawless play.
The chances of winning are high, but Wang Jin will soon be arrested for investigation.
Explosion, pollution, poisonous gas...
No matter how cautious he is, these traces will be discovered by interested people.
Once investigated, the mission will come to an end.
"Damn it...I'm not willing to give in."
Wang Jin looked at the headless Taoist priest who was getting closer and closer, and cursed softly.