He was supposed to escape from a bloody fight with his good brother Fei Bo, but no matter what happened, he tried to talk to the beautiful girl next to him and express his love to him under the strong suspension bridge effect.
But people die for money, and birds die for food. When the construction forklift rushed into the horror artist's store to renovate the historic house, the money cabinets, stationery, wine utensils, and goldware on the board of directors were scattered all over the floor.
The sound of jingling bells came from the alley, as if the magic sound filling the ears could suck away Ale's soul.
He was very smart and very cautious. He immediately ran to the security booth of Huadu Nightclub to find a temporary cordon. He pretended to be a plainclothes policeman handling the case, saving Jiang Xueming a lot of effort in driving away the troublemakers.
However, Ah Le himself became the most powerful troublemaker and returned to the scene of the crime alone.
The smart Ah Le is not as greedy as Fei Bo. Looking from the dilapidated shop floor to the depths of the porch, he can still hear the horrifying notes of screams and exclamations of broken flesh and blood coming from very far away.
Look at the two lumps of jet black red liquid on the floor at the entrance. They are the monsters shot and killed by the strange mysterious man.
For a moment, Alena couldn't imagine what these things meant.
Maybe this is a new show from a horror artist?
Perhaps it was a biological or chemical weapon released by foreign terrorists?
Maybe it's a personal grudge? An enemy drove a construction truck into the gate to collect debt?
He brought a loudspeaker, shouted loudly with the neighbors, and ordered a temporary curfew. The prop that was originally used to encourage the villagers to go downstairs to do nucleic acid testing has now become a good helper in his hands to eliminate competitors. Residents of Guangyuan Middle Road
Most of the people in the building are elderly retirees, who usually don't want to go downstairs except to buy food and play cards. Not to mention the sudden and unusual noise of demolition in the middle of the night.
When the grandparents heard the broadcast downstairs, they knew it was not a fire, so they obediently went back to bed and went to sleep.
Broken gold and silver all over the ground were waiting for Ah Le to pick them up, which made his face bloom with joy.
That's right——
——I was so happy on the spot.
When he tiptoed, picking up the gold and silver all the way to the porch, and lying on the carpet to pick up the fine pieces of precious metal in the velvet cloth, a gust of cold wind blew in his face.
"[Terror Art·Horror Art], turn him into my slave!"
John Bogle, a lonely ghost from a hundred years ago, has escaped outside the porch. He is dressed in a luxurious dress, and his rough facial features and ferocious expression show that he is very afraid of intruders and is as if he is facing a formidable enemy.
appearance.
He gently pressed the illusory arm on A Le's head, and the powerful Soul Power immediately exerted a special effect——
——The conscientious and responsible Tianling Gai opened a cross pit.
The brain exploded with the sudden increase in blood pressure and cranial pressure. The cracks spread from the neck to the torso like new buds. His entire upper body split into three pieces, and the ganglia of the spinal bones became enlarged, like the stamens of a flower.
It also spit out a strong fishy smell.
The ribs were reshaped into Mosaic's fangs and claws, becoming the flesh-and-blood monstrosity of John Berg.
Right now, right now -
——The forklift suddenly reversed, and the big steel wheels with splashes of blood and mud had long lost the protection of the rubber tires, and with the raging sparks, they violently crushed the newborn monster into a part of the carpet.
John Borg, who has lost his material body, has an agile and unpredictable body. He is like a cloud of smoke, and material weapons cannot harm him at all.
While dodging the forklift, John only had fear and fear in his eyes. The reinforced concrete contained in the forklift was like a baking pan with a variety of varieties. The magic catalysts of the bartender Alpha and the manager Sigma were hung on it, with six heads of flesh and blood.
The rotten flesh, eyeballs and intestines of the aberrant body were all squeezed and cut by the steel bars. It was like a precise and cruel operation. The joints and the organs for observing the environment all lost their specific functions. All combat effectiveness was lost in the first round.
He was crushed by this terrifying opponent!
Almost at the same time as the forklift backed out of the house, an astonishing burst of gunfire erupted from the driver's seat toward John Bogle.
Jiaolong's soul-killing magazine has been used up, and the gunshots of Lei Fengheng's secondary weapon are endless. Every graphite dust burst from the high-pressure air mass bombards John who hastily evaded, leaving a terrifying crater, as if it were a wrist.
Peeling knife for peeling potatoes.
John wanted to escape——
——He has never seen such a terrifying and violent opponent.
No matter what period it is, the kings around Mingde, or its lapis lazuli guards, its Guangling cessation, its heroic red stone people or the sinister and vicious blue stone people, are not as good as the one in front of you [Faded
By].
The erratic ghost followed the air wave stirred up by the gun flame and blew away into the distance. It was blocked by the air ball of psychic ammunition that exploded in mid-air. After seeing the power of modern firearms, John Borg finally recognized the reality.
At this moment, he was riding in a convertible car with his imagination wide open. The mechanisms and props in the house were almost immediately destroyed by the barbaric machinery and the walls. The energy network of the spirit body was blocked by the strange magic catalyst.
, if he stops for even three seconds, this ruthless killer will completely wipe him out!
We must take the initiative to attack!
As long as [Terror Art·Horror Art] can touch this guy! I can turn him into my slave
Although this kid looks short and not as strong and tall as Sigma. But the guy who can force me, John Borg, into a desperate situation must have a strong essence and can turn into a very powerful servant.
To survive this period of time, just survive this rain of fire! The moment he changed the magazine! The moment his right arm was exposed! That's now!
In the narrow alley, the forklift followed Xueming's soles of his feet and stepped on the accelerator, bursting out with surging power.
It crashed into the ancient house again, and John Borg's spirit body turned into a cheese shape riddled with holes, but the power of the soul still worked. This was his trump card, the terrifying evolution obtained from the [Original Seed]
, a divine power that can turn any living thing into a flesh-and-blood deformity.
At the critical moment when he was about to reload the ammunition, John Borg's eyes widened——
——The young man's posture of holding the gun never changed. He just tapped the release button lightly, and a steel arm shining with silver light helped him complete the reloading action, as if the overall state of the gun had never changed.
, kept spitting out tongues of fire. The ammunition supply mechanism did not react at all, and the continuous shell extraction action was not affected at all.
He has no weaknesses! John Berg's supposed weaknesses don't exist!
The tattered spirit body pounced towards Xueming. Even if it took the risk of being destroyed, as long as it touched the young man before the spirit body was completely destroyed, [Terror Art·Terror Art] would be able to work!
The spirit-killing bullets were continuously pressed from the pistol case into the rifle case through [Fragrant Dream]'s delicate fingers. The continuous and dense firepower network seemed unable to stop this century-old ghost.
In the context of the mythical legend "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio", John Borg is still a corporate leader at the level of the Black Mountain Demon, and is not that easy to kill. The spirit-killing bomb can cut off the head of the bartender Alpha,
Hitting the mentally powerful John Borg would only create a patch of trachoma holes the size of a thumb at most.
The distance between the two is getting closer and closer, and the twisted knuckles are about to touch Xueming's head!
From the upright nose bridge like an iron sculpture, the toe claws of [Fragrant Dream] suddenly protruded! It firmly grasped John Borg's finger!
However, this strange spirit blessed by the [Primordial Seed] was like a ball of plasticine, which suddenly deformed and pierced Xueming's weapon-holding right arm.
John Borg was ecstatic: "We succeeded!"
But the next moment, this battle-hardened old monster could no longer laugh.
A dazzling light burst out from Jiang Xueming's sleeves, almost lighting up the dark night.
The sudden swipe of the incompetent work was like a magic weapon that broke the muscles and bones, breaking the flowers of flesh and blood that came out of his right arm. The thousand-degree fire almost evaporated the old ghost John's nose and mouth.
, cut the spirit body's skull in half.
The evil soul floating in the air finally comes to an end.
Two blood-red eyes could still see the cold-faced evil star sitting in the driver's seat of the forklift, holding on to the bloody arm that had been broken by his own hands.
The cross scar that had just begun to mutate remained from the wrist pulse point on the arm, and then lost all vitality. The granulation gradually spread, and then stopped abruptly in the fire.
He seemed to be still curious. Hunwei was holding the panacea, as if he was thinking about whether to reattach this arm or simply grow a new one. The disgust on his face seemed to say: "How about first?"
Leave the old one alone, and a new arm will be barely usable].
All of John Borg's thoughts and sanity dissipated between heaven and earth, and were turned into a handful of blackened carbon powder by the power of Mingde's remains.
The forklift has been scrapped, but the cleaning work must continue.
Xueming casually threw the severed arm aside, tore off his spiritual clothes, took off his wig, counted and prepared ammunition, and entered the shop again. He could feel that although the leader of the thief had died in the second round of the battle, the monsters he left behind were still there.
To live, one must kill them all.
Without the hindrance of the spiritual clothes, Fragrant Fantasy was finally able to completely leave the body and enter the narrow room. Xueming completely gave up on the dragon and switched to Lei Fengheng as his main weapon.
He returned to the aisle behind the revolving door and walked forward. From the secret doors on the movie posters on both sides of the studio, a flesh-and-blood aberration jumped out. The monster's low-lying posture was extremely difficult to aim, and his waist was crushed by his kick.
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The bone spurs dug into his instep, but he didn't hesitate at all. The moment the enemy's movement was cut off, bullets and maces started working together.
Fragrant Dream has never been his main weapon for killing enemies. This fragile spirit body is protected by him in his physical body. He will only use this ultimate weapon unless he is in a desperate situation and has to risk his life.
Before entering the next room, the pitiful singer hid in the poster and trembled. Like Lord Sigmar and the Alpha bartender, she had red skin, black hair, and red eyes. The uninvited guest was under her nose.
After trampling Master John's guard dog to death, the spirit pulled out the bone nails that had penetrated his soles.
The fighting posture is exactly the same as Bruce Lee in the movie poster "Game of Death", and even the height and body shape of the two are like ghosts.
This is not what Lord Sigmar calls weak and weak!
When Miss Beta covered her mouth in fear and trembled——
——A hand opened the poster in the corridor of the studio, and the muzzle of the gun was stretched out.
The scream suddenly stopped mid-sentence and turned into a feeble moan from the female ghost. The mouthpiece of the clay puppet was made of sewing machine oil and pigskin fabric. The suddenly tight oil sprayed and squeezed in these cavities, causing a terrifying sound.
Xiao was drowned out by the gunfire, and his soul was immediately shattered into nothing.
Going further inside, we can see bullet casings all over the floor in the recreation room where the tea party is held.
The magazines scattered everywhere represent that a fierce battle took place here, and there were a large number of flesh and blood aberrations. As John Borg said, there were sixteen strong monsters squatting in every corner of the shop.
Starting from the first table, I won’t go into details about the poor people who were killed by bullets.
The fresh blood stains in the kitchen were new wounds on Xueming's body. He escaped from the kitchen fume window, crawled downstairs to get a fire ax that was redder than blood, and crawled back again, turning into hot blood.
Pitou Shi.
The two corpses lying on the cauldron are the trophies of the axe, and the good brother whose side was burnt to char is the victim of the flour explosion.
The work of ingenuity fell on the main stage of the hall, and was inserted into the head of two crocodile-shaped monsters with a body length of about four meters. The oxide layer on the two steel maces completely fell off, revealing the rusty iron inside.
The bone-breaking kitchen knife whirled into the big screen and chopped the flesh and blood doll in the secret door into expired and spoiled snacks.
At this moment, Jiang Xueming used a strong and luxurious brass chair to hold a monster, and struck the monster's heart with an ax. Then he repeatedly evaded and retreated to the main stage to deal with the last snake-like monster.
fetal.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! He kicked open the wiring ducts on the stage, cut the thick copper cables, and threw the live wire end into the monster's mouth.
Just listen to the crisp note of the fuse burning out and tripping——
——And the last sound of the ax blade falling to the ground, the ax head breaking and flying.
The indoor security light turned on, and under the green light, Jiang Xueming was covered in blood, much redder than the devil.
His smooth scalp showed no trace of normal skin color, and it was difficult to even open his eyes.
The scene was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
His inspiration finally returned to calmness, and the fragrant dream could no longer smell any strange smell.
Pulling out the work of ingenuity from the heads of two elite monsters, the pair of maces need to be recast. The fitness props sent by Mr. Wen Bucai have completed their historical mission, and it is time to transform into a form that can deal with monsters.
When Xueming returned to the entrance and breathed in the fresh air, he felt unbearable pain all over his body. The tiger's mouth swelled with deep scars. After the broken arm regrown, the moment the bones and flesh were regenerated, it was difficult for the arm to be used immediately.
During the efficient enemy-killing phase.
On a hot summer day, he seemed to have just returned from a pool party and a ketchup splashing festival in hell.
In addition to the cordon and police cars at the scene, Sima Yao brought two ice creams, which were McDonald's Oreo McFlurries for 15 yuan, buy one, get one free, and prepared to give Xueming a surprise - after all, she was very poor and had walked away before.
Lemon tea needs an explanation.
In just twenty minutes, Jiang Xueming left behind the deformed dragon, the scarred Lei Fengheng, half of the fire ax as evidence, and all the magazines left at the scene had to be retrieved and handed over to Tianshu
Go to the logistics.
Sima Yao: "What the hell did you do when I was waiting in line at McDonald's?"
Jiang Xueming wiped the blood from his hands, but without having time to wipe the blood from his face, he took the small dessert gift from Sima Yao.
"Mission accomplished, unfortunately, one of the hostages died."