Restricted Doomsday Syndrome Chapter 218: Red and black blade
218 Red and Black Blade
I was so close to the wrestler-style bartender, my strong arms pulled me from the chair, as if my body was not as heavy as a toothpick in her hand. Collection~
Her breath hit my face, making me nervous enough to hear the drumming of my heart. I can even clearly see the shaman's mask on her face reflected in her eyes. I didn't say anything from Ranwen. I just grabbed her wrist stretched to her chest and pretended to be frightened.
The female bartender moved her nose up and sniffed for a few times. A suspicious look appeared in her eyes, but hesitated. The guest next to her came back to her senses and said a few words. Opened my collar and pushed me back on the chair.
It seemed to be hiding it, and I took a deep breath like a rookie. Someone yelled a few words from behind, and was immediately rebutted loudly by the female bartender. She slapped the table hard, causing the plates and huge beer glasses to jump. There was laughter in the store, as if nothing had happened.
A figure sat down beside me, an elite male wizard. There was no white hair in the place covered by the face mask behind my head. It was not dyed, but a grayish white that suggested life failure. Look. Going up to a certain age. His body is stronger than most wizards, his skin is rough, his muscles are like rocks, and he is a head taller than me even if he sits down.
He and the bartender seemed to be acquaintances, and after a few conversations in a witty tone, they turned their attention to me. His gaze was very aggressive, and it made my skin feel like it was real. I kept silent, put on my hood, and hid myself in the tight darkness.
He seems to have said something, I don't have a network management team, although I guess he wants to talk to me. The female bartender filled my glass with beer again. I didn't quite understand it. I didn't ask for more alcohol. But it doesn't matter, the gray stone used for trading is enough to pay for alcohol.
I don't want to stay any longer. The unfamiliar environment, unfamiliar language, and unfamiliar conflicts give me a kind of drifting emotion. When the man next to me saw that I ignored him, he smiled, and once again focused on the female bartender. I drank all the beer in one breath, hiccuped, and according to the standard of the previous guests, I threw two gray stones on the table and planned to leave.
The bartender grabbed the stone, squeezed it in her hand, looked at me again, turned around and threw the stone into the drawer.
I got up and walked outwards. On the surface, it seemed to be going well, but I always feel like this is endless. When I opened the wooden door of the bar and brushed past the incoming guests, the mask on my face turned into a gray mist and came out from the cuffs, rushed into the corner and turned into a crow, and flew to the roof to monitor the movement behind me.
After a while, I saw that the gray-haired wizard had also left the bar, turned his head, and walked in my direction. I speeded up my pace, squeezed into a crowded place, and then turned to a corner at will. New information came from Quark, and the man hadn't fallen down at all. It was finally confirmed that the guy was indeed coming for me.
I don’t think he followed me for chat. My costume is just an ordinary wizard, and he is an elite member of the wizard, but he is sneaky and unkind. I don’t know exactly what went wrong, there should be no difference in dressing, but when the bartender was in the bar, she seemed to notice that I was different from the black-robed wizard. The man said something to me, maybe it was a verbal spy. My silence and face mask could not dispel their doubts.
But it’s okay. I also have many questions. Only these elite wizards can get answers.
I walked along this lane where only one person is allowed to enter. This is not the main street. The houses on both sides seem to collapse at any time, giving a strong sense of squeezing. Because of the uneven location of the building, the road does not lead directly to the lower one. Some paths are clearly a gap that can only be entered sideways. Sometimes there are two or three gaps that are barely passable in the front.
In the extremely narrow alleyway, surrounded by rough and rough stone walls, the human voice seemed to come from a distant place, and the air was diluted by the gray fog when it arrived. I can hear my breathing and heartbeat, and I feel that my foothold is constantly squeezed by a mysterious force. At some point in the future, even the space to turn around will be lost, and I will be completely enclosed in a stone. In the coffin.
Raising his head, the crow's figure flashed past the gray mist in the sky, and fell into the mist like a ghost again. Through the faculty induction, the wizard who follows is no longer visible, and one can't help but wonder if that person has given up this kind of hide-and-seek tracking? I calmed down and walked forward in silence.
Under the guidance of quark, the narrow corridor gradually became wider, probably because it came to an area with sparse houses. Occasionally, you can see semi-abandoned or construction sites that are still under construction, like corpses that have been opened, revealing messy internal organs. Two or three black-robed wizards hurried past the ruined walls. If they followed them, they would be able to return to the main street.
However, I had to stop in front of the construction site. The quark hovered in the sky ahead, flew back, and landed on my shoulder. Walking out of the fog in front of him, and out of another roadway next to the construction site, two figures respectively walked out, blocking all the roads except the rear.
The visitor is the bartender at the bar and the white-haired wizard. I don't know what method they used to lock my position. When walking through the lane, there is no exact direction, but it is even more impractical if it is accidental. However, I am also tired of crawling around like a rat.
Since it can be traced to here, it should be a good candidate. I said to myself, or, to the "Jiang" in my body.
For a long time, I haven't felt the appearance of Ranwen Novel. The blood flow is like a surging river hidden in the body, fast and fierce. The fragments are stirred up and turned into pieces of foam, and they continue to rush to the eyeballs. The left eye was vigorously agitating, and there seemed to be countless stars and light mosquitoes flying in front of the eye mask, and then condensed into a ball. This eyeball became full of vitality and produced a will that belongs to it.
I used to think it would not wake up in this temporary data hedge space. The power of the magic pattern was suppressed here. Even when Fu Jiang Parasite's body collapsed, she did not appear on Ranwen Novel. However, at this moment, "Jiang" was awakening.
Sounds like auditory hallucinations, like the sound of wind passing in my ears:
——That woman...
I stroked my left eye, feeling the martial universe, the holy king made the sacred king, the night kills the god, the **** seal, the throne seeks the devil, the world, the strongest nine heavens, abandons the young man, the Zhou royal family, the night kills the god, the **** seal, the strongest, the nine heavens Abandon the young and the great Zhou imperial family to move the universe and kill the night god, **** seal the throne of the gods, and the strongest in the Nine Heavens She is right here.
I stepped forward to form a triangle with the two people who came forward, and stood still together. The heavy rain kept falling, and the men and women only wore casual clothes, not caring about being soaked in the rain. The rain water slipped along the exposed muscle texture of the two of them, as if coating the strong body with olive oil.
The masks of the two are completely different from the black robe wizards. There is no such decoration that highlights the facial features. It is like a ball of elastic fabric under the head cover, close to the skin, only on the ears. , Nose, mouth and eyes have vented holes. However, there are some very personalized patterns.
The slightly older man is a red-bottomed hood. On the left half of his face, there is a spider web-like pattern, with the cheek as the center, spreading to the forehead and chin, which is indescribable. The female bartender is a black cloth, a red heart pattern wraps her right eye, a sharp arrow passes through the red heart, and the arrow goes all the way to the forehead. It looks like a red heart eye patch and a band of the eye patch. It feels like A clown.
"Like a demon..." I muttered to myself in a low voice, and the quark kicked his shoulders and flew into the sky with a "wow".
The female bartender seemed to be attracted by the crow, her gaze kept chasing. The old man yelled, not knowing whether he was talking to the female bartender or me. I put down my hood, let the rain wet my hair, and dug out my left eye in front of him.
The old man opened his mouth slightly, seeming to be startled by my actions. I felt burning blood flowing from my eye sockets, and the pain ran through my nerves like electricity. When the female bartender saw this cruel face, her action obviously paused.
"Who are you?" The old man finally said something I could understand. His tone, eyes and posture were full of strong warning.
"Who are you again?" I asked rhetorically.
"Are you not a resident of the street? You came in from outside?" The bartender stared at me, holding her arm, and said, "You don't have the smell of local people."
The old man couldn't help but squeeze a bitter face when she said this.
"Sa, don't overturn a boat with a pole, I take a shower every day."
"My nose is so good. I stay on this street all day, like garbage accumulated in the sewer." The bartender spit on the ground, "I didn't want to stay here a long time ago. It’s a place. No matter where you got in from, little mouse, if you hand you over, maybe I can go outside to perform the task again."
"Is that so? He seems to be an underage child." The old man scratched his head and said, "Sa, what you committed is not so easy to write off."
"My feeling has never been wrong with Ranwen Novel. This guy is very strong." The bartender said forcefully, "And, it feels a little strange...Be careful, old guy, this time maybe the perineal sulcus It’s overturned. It doesn’t matter if you want to escape."
Blood water continued to gush out from the eye sockets, diluted in the standing water at the feet, and gradually became thicker. When the two talked like cross talk, they slowly spread out, forming a blood-colored pond. .
"Hey, are you dumb? Although I don't know what you are doing, it is better to stop the bleeding as soon as possible. I don't want to go back with a dry corpse..." The female bartender's words suddenly stopped, her His eyes fell on the ground.
"No, something is wrong, something is wrong, Sha" the old man also exclaimed, "This guy is not normal"
When the two noticed the abnormal places hidden in this natural diffusion phenomenon, the edge of the blood-colored stagnant water was less than ten meters away from them, and the uneven distribution became dazzling. This blood is alive, it will not spread behind me, nor will it spread around aimlessly.
"What is this...?" The old man said in surprise: "With so much blood, does the human body have so much blood?"
"My name is Crow." I said in a low voice, and I felt the corners of my mouth twitch. It has been a long time since Ranwen Novel.com has been so happy.
I threw my eyeballs into the blood under my feet, and in a blink of an eye, the blood-covered stagnant water rolled like a boil, and one after another kept coming out of bubbles.
"Don't dawdle with your hands." The old man spit out the gray mist, his index finger turned like a baton in the gray mist, forming a fine and large net, suspended in the air ten centimeters above the ground. As soon as he jumped up, the gurgling, boiling blood flowed under his feet.
The female bartender didn’t seem to have the old man’s ability to stand in the air, she ran to the side, but the blood flow was gradually accelerating. When the old man jumped on the suspended spider web, she had already ran into the construction site. Pick up a long bamboo pole from the ground. She spit out the gray mist from her mouth, which condensed into a sharp cone around one end of the pole, and then dashed for a few steps against the flowing blood, and pierced the gray sharp cone of the long pole toward the ground, like tofu deeply inserted. After going down, there was a non-standard pole vault.
When the female bartender jumped into the air, the old man also jumped up with the help of a box-spring spider web, but his target didn't seem to be me. According to his arc, he should fall behind me. At the same time, the blood water seemed to prey, and followed the two of them to set off the waves.
The old man took off very quickly, the **** waves fell against the soles of his feet, and the female bartender was not as lucky as Ranwen.com. Her body seemed to be heavier than a man. The squashed bamboo pole was only half erected, and the blood-colored wave rushed to her back. She was about to be swallowed by blood. A gray spider silk flew from the upper side and stuck. Her body tugged upward, avoiding the **** pounce at the moment of her death.
I can see clearly from the place that the spider silk was shot by an old man, as shown by the pattern of the mask, he is simply a living American hero Spider-Man. The spider silk broke in midair, the old man flew behind me, and the bartender fell towards the top of my head. She spit out a gray mist in the air, wrapped around her two fists, and rotated sharply like a drill bit. The rain fell on the drill bit and immediately showed a spiral trajectory and threw it out, which seemed extremely awe-inspiring.
"Eat my cupola, stinky kid" she laughed triumphantly. The blood sprayed from below, and was immediately torn apart by the drill bit, as if nothing could stop her from moving forward.
I was about to avoid, and there was a sound of wind behind me—the old man used the spider web to climb on the wall, as if it was stuck to the top, and shot the spider silk at me when he raised his hand. I slapped forward, and the spider silk swept across the back of my head. The head of the spider silk formed a fist-sized ball. There seemed to be some mechanism, but when further changes occurred, the old man was shocked. voice.
"Sa"
The black sharp blade fell from the air like a bolt of lightning. Amidst the laughter of the bartender, it pierced her chest from her back and cut the spider silk accurately.
Quark has been preparing for a long time.
The cut spider silk scattered into a gray mist in the air, and the female bartender's chest sprayed a string of blood. If she fell straight down like this, she would definitely be stuck on the ground, and the other end would also become sharp. The black blade pierced again. The female bartender tried to maintain her balance, spitting blood and shouting, slamming the drills of both hands towards the black blade. Although I don't think the black blade turned into by quark will fail in the confrontation, according to her falling position, once pierced, it will be fatal.
This body is needed by "Jiang", but it can't die here.
The moment the black blade collided with the drill bit, it turned into a fog. The blood spewed again, and when it touched the female bartender's body, the new spider silk flew over, entangled her right foot and was about to be torn away. The blood turned into tentacles and tightly wrapped around the female bartender's waist, and competed with the old man.
The grey mist fell in my hand and turned into a broad-spine long sword. I ran towards the female bartender with the sword in my hands and slashed at her head as she tried to wipe out the **** tentacles with a drill. Forcing her to seek self-protection first. The black sword and the drill bit collided again, and there was a whining sound, and the rotating force almost lifted the black sword away from my hand.
I held the black sword tightly, stepped on the blood, retreated in the direction of the force, trying to maintain the balance of the body. Something hit the corner of my eye, I cut it easily, it turned out to be spider silk. When I was about to attack again, the bartender screamed.
"What the **** is this?" Her voice changed a bit.
I lifted my gaze and saw that the **** tentacles not only wrapped around her waist~IndoMTL.com~, but also branched out many branches and got into her vest, trousers and wounds, even when she opened her mouth, squeezed in Her mouth. The facial features behind the mask became distorted, and it was unclear whether it was pleasure or pain.
At this time, the old man’s spider silk no longer cared about holding me back, and kept wrapping around the female bartender’s feet, constantly getting thicker, trying to rely on his strength to **** her back from the **** tentacles. When I rushed up, a dense and dense spider silk shot out from the thick spider silk. I didn’t dare to touch it. I dodge and slashed at the same time. The cut-off spider silk swept past my side. There was a corrosive sound on the ground, and the concentration of that piece of blood seemed to fade in an instant.
The **** water that had previously diffused made a louder sound, shrank continuously and became more viscous and stronger, pulling back the female bartender's body once again. The splintered spider silk had to be wound back, and at the moment when the offensive weakened, I threw the black sword forward. As the spider silk recondensed, the black blade accurately cut it off.
At this time, the female bartender's body was completely stuffed into a thick mass of blood, and the drill bit collapsed just before her hands were swallowed by blood.
Between me and the old man, a huge blood cocoon appeared.
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