Chapter 321 Arrival and Torment, Retrieving Objects from the Air
Ding--
After a cold and eerie crisp sound, the brown music box inlaid with obsidian and bone beads on the glass bar slowly opened its lid.
Click, click, click, click—
After opening the lid of the box, a little ballerina with a beautiful shape and exquisite workmanship but no facial features immediately appeared inside the music box, spinning rhythmically in circles.
Accompanying the dancer's mechanical circling, a quiet but creepy sound of music suddenly sounded from the box.
Dang Dang~Dang~Dang~Dang~Dang~Dang Dang~
The volume of this music was obviously not too loud, but the dozens of black people sitting in various places in the audience felt chills all over.
"This sound...it feels so scary."
Ryder, the talkative black man with scorpion tattoos, couldn't help but shudder and grinned, "It feels... it feels like a dead soul is crying."
"idiot."
The black father on the side sneered disdainfully, "This is the sound made by playing a water piano. You know horror movies, the background music usually uses this kind of music, that's why you feel scary."
"Ah? Shui Qin?" Ryder couldn't help but be startled, "Dad, how did you know?"
"Hey, I was also in the music industry when I was young, so I always know something about musical instruments."
The old black man smiled proudly, "Speaking of which, I have also released two Rap albums."
"What?" Ryder said dumbfounded, "Dad, are you so awesome?!"
The other black people also looked at each other in astonishment.
They never thought that the boss, who had always been rough and violent, was still in the music industry.
You must know that in American slums, black people usually only have three paths in life:
Play basketball, rap, and join gangs.
Generally speaking, if you are lucky enough to take the first two paths, basically no black person will choose the third path.
But there is no way, after all, not everyone has the ability and talent to rap and play basketball.
In this world, mediocre people always make up the majority.
But what they didn't expect was that their father actually had this talent.
"Dad is awesome!"
"Haha, Dad, which album did you release?"
"Dad, have you met 2Pac?"
"Hey dad, have you ever worked with SnoopDogg?"
The old black man did not continue to talk too much about his youth, but just laughed and chatted with his men.
At the same time, he picked up the music box that was still spinning and said casually curiously:
"However, I have never seen a music box that can produce water piano sounds. I don't know which factory it is from?"
As he said that, he turned over the music box and found the manufacturer's information.
At this moment, the weird and cold sound of the water piano suddenly stopped, and the little dancer who was spinning around and around in the box also stopped spinning at the same time.
Kakakaka——
The temperature in the bar instantly dropped to freezing point, and the liquid in all the wine glasses and bottles froze into ice.
"Cold, cold, cold... so, so cold!"
The sudden drop in low temperature caused Ryder to tremble and huddle up on the sofa, his frozen teeth chattering.
The other black people were not much better. They all hugged their arms and gasped for air, exclaiming, "It's so cold."
"ah!"
At this time, the black father suddenly screamed and threw the music box away from a distance.
Everyone, who was almost speechless due to the cold, was stunned. They quickly looked at their boss, only to see that the old black man's right hand, which had just been holding the music box, was now covered with dense knife marks that could be seen as deep as the bone.
The knife marks were so dense that they almost cruelly peeled off the layer of flesh and blood attached to the bones.
"damn it!"
The black father's eyes widened, and a surge of anger burned in his forehead. He immediately used his other good hand to pull out a Tokarev pistol, pointed it at the music box leaning on the ground more than ten meters away, and fired three times.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The gunshots were violent and echoed in circles in the empty bar.
These three gunshots were like the sound of tapping one's fingers on the door of hell, suddenly summoning the arrival of some terrible force.
Swish——
The music box suddenly blurred, twisted and expanded into a thick iron door that reached the ceiling of the bar and was studded with dense numbers of desperate faces.
Boom!
The door opened, and a thick iron chain covered with twisted back thorns suddenly flew out from the thick gray fog inside. It broke through the air in an instant and crossed a distance of more than ten meters to wrap around the neck of the stunned old black man.
Shocked to see this, everyone present was stunned.
What's going on?
Is... is the door to hell opened?!
"Uhhhhhh!!"
The black father's flesh was pricked by the barbs on the thick iron chain, and his flesh rolled and oozed with blood. In addition, the chain became tighter and tighter, so he rolled his eyes and fell to the ground on the spot, suffering from pain and lack of oxygen.
If you look at his body with an X-ray microscope at this time, you will be shocked to find that under the influence of a strange force, the entire skeleton in his body from top to bottom has rapidly grown a layer of 'plush' from every surface.
Dense bone spurs.
These rapidly growing tiny bone spurs not only cut through capillaries, pierced thick flesh and blood, and penetrated into the peristaltic organs, they also gave the black father waves of terrible pain that went straight into his bone marrow. The pain was so painful that he wanted to commit suicide on the spot.
However, the iron chain was too tight, so tight that the old black man could not do anything else. He could only pant with all his strength and scream intermittently.
"Dad?!!"
Leder, who was the closest, had no time to think more, and immediately shouted angrily, picked up a Scorpion submachine gun, pointed it at the iron chain and the thick iron gate behind, gritted his teeth and fired wildly.
Da da da da da!!
The other black people in the bar followed suit, taking out various weapons and shooting fiercely at the chains and the mysterious door that suddenly appeared.
Da da da da da!!
But the intense firepower, which is enough to tear the human body apart, has no effect on the iron chains and iron doors. It has no effect other than creating a little bit of incineration.
Bang, bang, bang!
The iron chain suddenly pulled back, dragging the old black man ruthlessly away towards the iron gate.
"woo woo woo woo!!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The old black man kept kicking and struggling with his legs along the way, and his already dark face was extremely dark and red from holding back, and he was about to burst out with blood.
He tried his best to glance at the iron door behind him, his eyes filled with deep despair and fear.
The pain of despair at this moment, the unknown inside the door of fear.
Da da da da da da da!!
There was a hail of bullets and constant shooting.
When the black father was forcibly dragged to the thick iron gate, a heavy hammer suddenly stretched out from the gray mist inside the door.
Under the horrified eyes of dozens of black people at the scene, the giant hammer was aimed at the despairing and painful face of the old black man and hit him hard.
boom!!
There was a loud noise.
Blood splattered everywhere.
The black father's head was smashed into his chest, leaving only half of his sunken black face exposed.
His body, which was gushing blood crazily, sat firmly on the floor, but he looked smaller than before.
Miraculously, he didn't die immediately. Instead, he stared at a bloodshot eye that was about to explode, and took one last look at the slowly rotating neon ball on the ceiling with eyes full of confusion, emptiness, and despair, and then silently
He slowly died with painful sobs.
This is the torture art from the painful hell.
Even an attack that is 100% fatal will miraculously make people live for a while longer, so that they can experience this almost ultimate terrible pain in the world.
"Dad is dead?!"
Seeing the extremely miserable death of his boss, Ryder woke up as if from a dream. The rage and faint fear that filled his heart suddenly melted away, and then turned into complete fear... He was facing the obvious supernatural power of the unknown iron gate.
of great fear.
So, without any unnecessary nonsense, he turned around and ran towards the bar door as fast as he could.
Dozens of black people at the scene, in despair and fear, also fled towards the door of the bar, trying to get away from the killing scene.
But at this moment, the thick iron door transformed from the music box suddenly expanded and shot out hundreds of thick, rusty steel rods, quickly filling the entire bar space like exploding sea urchin spines.
boom--
Hundreds of steel drills exploded in all directions so fast that there were obvious bursts of gas explosions in the air.
The next moment, all the black men, including Leder, who was closest to the door, were pierced by sharp steel drills and pinned to the wall.
In an instant, except for the 'lucky man' who died immediately, most of the other black people who were still alive seemed to have fallen into a piercing hell, and they all cried, howled, and screamed with all their strength.
"Ahhhh! My belly!"
"Ooooh, it hurts, it hurts!"
"Help! Help! Someone help me, woohoo!"
"My legs! My hands! Ahhhh!"
"Fake, Fake, Fake, Fake! It hurts me to death!"
"God, please save me! Ooooooh!"
At this moment, a tall, thin and cold figure slowly appeared from the heavy gray fog inside the iron gate.
call--
The fog clouds dispersed, revealing a figure, but it was a handsome Chinese young man with a pale complexion and a ghostly temperament.
This is clearly the human form that Mu Cang transformed into.
Walking slowly out of the gate of hell, Mu Cang listened to the intermittent sobs that had been calling for 'God'. He grinned and immediately walked in the direction of the sound.
Pata ~ Pata ~ Pata ~
After a sudden sound of leather shoes stepping on a pool of blood, Mu Cang walked to the place and tilted his head slightly. He saw five steel rods piercing through his left shoulder, right chest, abdomen, crotch and left leg, and they were nailed to the wall.
The fat black man could not help but smile gently:
"How do you feel, Nig."
When the black man heard the question, he looked at Mu Cang slightly unconscious and muttered in pain: "God... Lord... save me..."
"Yahwei." Mu Cang tilted his head, "Unfortunately, I am not."
After saying that, he turned around, ignored the screams and cries around him, and walked out of the bar with a smile.
Behind him, the iron door gradually blurred and dissipated, regrouping and turning into a music box, falling lightly to the ground, waiting for the next curious person to open it.
Boom——
Gently pushing open the glass door and walking onto the asphalt road, Mu Cang looked leisurely at the Statue of Liberty in the distance shrouded in light, covered in green patina, and smiled: "What a coincidence, we came to the United States again, but here
The activity level of spiritual energy is...a bit low."
That's right.
The first time he came to this human world through the gate of hell, he clearly felt that the aura environment here was extremely poor.
Although it is not a gray-free realm without any spiritual energy activity, it is still worse than the Blue Star before the first spiritual energy recovery.
“There may be some superpowers, but their number will be very small and their intensity will not be high.
In terms of martial arts and fighting, marrow cleansing and blood exchange are probably the highest level."
Mu Cang slowly shook his head, "It's really a bad world, but... it's not worthless."
Feeling the negative emotions between the sky and the earth that were so thick and thick that they were almost boiling and roaring, feeling the resentment and hatred contained in them, he couldn't help but clapped his hands and smiled:
"The world of mortals is so miserable and the world is like a prison. Although these resentful emotions are not too much for me who have set foot in ancient mythology, one human world is not many, and ten million human worlds are particularly impressive.
Once you find the Raging Hell and the Nightmare Hell, take over all these millions of human beings.
Well, we also need to find ways to find traces of the fantasy clan. Their ability to freely transform information and matter is still worthy of study."
At this time, a rough shout suddenly came from the alley on the left:
"Hands up! Get down on the ground!"
Mu Cang glanced sideways and saw a fat, middle-aged white COP holding a gun in both hands and pointing it at him cautiously and nervously.
"Wow wow wow."
Mu Cang chuckled, "It's pretty fast, Sir."
"...Zizi...Kevin, how is the situation now?"
The white COP stared closely at Mu Cang without relaxing. He tilted his head and spoke to the walkie-talkie on his shoulder, "I am trying to control the suspect. I suspect he is carrying heavy weapons. Let's bring another brother over. It will be safer."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Suspect?" Mu Cang raised his eyebrows curiously, "What crime did I commit?"
"Huchi~huchi~"
The white COP took two rapid breaths, then stared and said, "Boy, do you know how many community reporting calls we just received? That's the Bat Gang's territory behind you, and there are so many gunshots inside. Are you fighting in Afghanistan?"
?!
After the gunfire stopped, there were so many screams, but in the end, only you came out intact.
Although I don’t know what happened inside, you must have something to do with it!”
With that said, he raised his gun and shouted again: "Don't let me repeat it again, now! Immediately! Immediately! Raise your hands! Lie on the ground!"
"Why are you so serious?"
Mu Cang chuckled and waved his right hand, "Look, you have a gun, but I don't, so what are you afraid of?"
"Huh? Wrong?!"
The COP looked at his clenched left hand and scolded him from a distance: "What's in your left hand? Open it quickly!"
"Oh~"
Mu Cang raised his clenched left hand, looked at it and said with a smile, "It's a little thing, if you want to see it, go ahead and see it."
As he spoke, he opened his palms, and then dozens of yellow-orange bullets fell to the ground with a clanging sound.
"this?"
The fat COP looked confused, obviously incomprehensible.
"Do you feel that the pistol has become lighter?" Mu Cang reminded with a smile.
"You?!" COP quickly flipped through the pistol magazine, but saw that there was not a single bullet in it. He was immediately shocked and said, "You...you actually changed the bullets away...how did you do that?!"
"that's not important."
Mu Cang touched his sleeves and smiled jokingly: "Take another look and see what's next to your feet."
Hearing this, the fat COP lowered his head involuntarily.
But he saw a gray-white brain appearing out of thin air on the wet ground between his feet.
This is...the human brain!
"Uh-huh..."
In an instant, the fat man COP's eyes rolled wildly, and then he fell to the ground in twitching convulsions.
At the same time, his brain was crushed into a pile of sticky protein crumbs.
