I hurriedly tried to take out a new charm from my pocket, but found that all the yellow paper had been stained by the ubiquitous blood and turned into a ball of waste paper. When I pinched it, it turned into a big wet and sticky ball, let alone
When used to cast spells, it can't even be separated clearly.
This is good, the peach wood sword was given to Fatty, but its magical power is the nemesis of the spells on me, because no matter how powerful a spell is, before it is activated and used, it is still an ordinary piece of yellow paper and will be
Soaked in water, it can be burned by fire.
If you had prepared in advance and protected the talisman in advance, it would not be as miserable as it is now. However, the opponent gave people a sense of being undefended as soon as he came up, making it impossible to even determine whether he was the target he was looking for.
I cursed in my heart, these are equivalent to being disarmed of my main means, and I had to treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor, trying to take out the ancient mirror from my arms.
But this time things didn't go as smoothly as before. I heard the man mutter something: "I'm going to complete the magic skill soon. Spending energy and blood now will lose my vitality. Forget it, I'll use you."
Then he waved his right hand and looked into the void with his fingers. There were a few people wandering around the junction of the carriages. However, after noticing the blood around them, the passengers who were about to flee suddenly stopped, and even their waving hands stopped.
In the air, the boss stared with a horrified look on his face, as if he was suddenly pinched by an invisible big hand.
Then there was a bang, and before I could stop it, I saw those people suddenly explode on the spot. A large mass of flesh and blood expanded and gushes out of the body, cracking the outer layer of skin, and squeezing all the internal organs and organs into blood mist.
A steady stream of water surged out of it, leaving only a thin layer of skin that broke open and fell to the ground, and a scattered skeleton.
Seeing that he had blatantly killed several people with just a few gestures, my anger far outweighed my fear, and I was about to fight for my life, but suddenly I felt something warm crawling onto my wrist, and I looked at it intently.
Look, it’s actually a bloody arm!
——No, it can’t be called an arm. It can only be said that it is made up of pieces of red and white flesh and nerves that are barely put together and combined to form a tentacle like an arm, which tightly clamps my wrist.
The main component of the tentacles is naturally the flesh and blood organs that exploded from the bodies of the victims just now. He used evil manipulation to assemble them together to capture me. No wonder he said before that he didn't want to waste blood essence now. It turned out that he was planning to dig out others on the spot.
Flesh and blood deal with me.
While thinking, a lot of flesh and blood separated from the tentacles, gradually absorbing the blood in the air, slowly growing in size, and rushing towards my whole body, as if they wanted to tightly bind me in this cage of flesh and blood.
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I tried my best to fight with this arm. If there was something sharp in my hand, cutting it in two would be the best solution. Unfortunately, the peach wood sword was held by the fat man, so I could only use brute force.
The arm opened little by little, but before it moved a few inches, the gap was filled with new flesh and blood.
Gradually, half of my body fell into the shackles of blood, and dense itching sensations came from my skin. The flesh and blood continued to grow, trying to swallow me whole.
In desperation, I had no choice but to roll over on the spot and roll toward the toilet next to the carriage. The train happened to be turning, so I took advantage of the inertia and slammed the toilet door, which actually broke apart some of the flesh and blood.
, and lock the door firmly.
I think it was probably because the flesh and blood he temporarily removed from passers-by was not strong enough to be reassembled, so I had an opportunity to take advantage of it.
But now I am in a dilemma. If I go out, there will be an enemy waiting outside with almost no means of dealing with me. If I continue to stay in the toilet, he will come directly to kill me.
While I was thinking about it, I heard a lot of noise coming from the fat man from Lingxi Gu. The rustling sound of the peach wood sword when it was swung became less and less, replaced by the sound of violent struggle and the fat man's heavy breathing.
"He's actually killing people in front of his face. This thing is so disgusting. It's all wrapped around him."
I heard the fat man curse. I guess he was also restrained by flesh and blood.
"Fat man, how are you doing there? Are you okay?" I quickly asked in a low voice. I originally hoped that he would be able to deal with it quickly with his mahogany sword and come to help, but now it seems that the situation is worse than mine.
There was a heavy breathing sound like a cow's breath from the Lingxi Sound Transmission Gu. The fat man did not answer me immediately, but after a tumbling movement, he said out of breath: "Damn, it's too difficult.
We've dealt with it, the sky is covered with tentacles of flesh and blood, and the mahogany sword is almost dull from cutting it, have you dealt with it?"
"The talismans on my body have been washed away by the blood and water. Damn it, I still expect you to come with a sword to help." I said angrily, "I am hiding in the toilet next to the carriage. Those disgusting things will come out at any time.
Rush in."
As if to confirm my guess, there was a "dong-dong-dong" knocking sound on the door that I tried my best to block with my body. The door panel, which was not strong in the first place, trembled, and some obvious dents even appeared.
, and the movement at the door lock is not optimistic either. You can faintly hear the clicking sound of metal breaking. It must be that it is an old thing and it is no longer strong.
"Forget it, just deal with it here, I'll think of a solution myself." I heard all kinds of huge banging sounds coming from the fat man's place. It should be the sound of the fat body hiding and bumping into things.
Knowing that he had no place to hide and was directly exposed to the violent torrent of flesh and blood attacks, it was even more difficult for him than me.
"You two hold on a little longer, and I will let some Gu creatures come to help." Granny Ghost, who had been silent and only acted as a medium for transferring information between the two of us, said in a hoarse voice. I finally felt a little relieved.
The banging sound at the door continued, like a cry of death. It could be seen that the door panel had been forcibly driven into the door frame, and it was only relying on the door edge and the small, fragile old buckle-type door.
The door lock barely keeps the space between the inside and outside of the door closed, and this fragile balance seems likely to be broken at any time.
I heard footsteps approaching here. It seemed that the movement here attracted the attention of some good people, so I looked closer. Then the footsteps stopped, and there was a dull explosion, followed by a disgusting sound.
The sound of sticky liquid flowing up, and then the force of flesh and blood hitting the door panel seemed to become stronger.