Chapter 38

[supernatural creature: desire to slave.]

[status: near death.]

[information fragment 1: there are many human beings with weak will. After meeting the extraordinary objects of the evil camp, they eventually become slaves to objects because of their strong desire. They are gradually eroded and distorted by the evil forces. All they do is to provide for that extraordinary object to meet their desires. They are collectively referred to as desire slaves.]

[information fragment 2: his desire is lust. By providing extraordinary objects, he has obtained extraordinary genitalia and has a high basic liking for the opposite sex.]

[information fragment 3: in order to support the extraordinary, he killed more than seven women by seduction and swallowed their essence. He is the serial killer withered flower that makes the women in Lanlu city next door restless recently.]

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The fragments of information flowing from the bottom of his eyes make Tang Qi, who is still a child, feel speechless.

However, I understand why the painter's combat effectiveness is so weak. Don't mention Tang Qi, who has Chaga fighting skills, is a stronger man. Maybe he can be killed.

Maybe this guy points all his attributes in places that shouldn't be.

Tang Qi has some impressions of the withered flowers in the interface.

Recently, a serial killer appeared in Lanlu city next door to Mercer City, specifically killing beautiful women. A withered flower will be left at the crime scene, so it was named "withered flower" by the good news media.

The title is very poetic, but unfortunately Zhengzhu is just a disgusting guy.

After recalling the report, it is worth noting that the reward offered by this guy is not low.

Unfortunately, Tang Qi didn't mean to receive a reward.

"Cough ~ cough"

"Cha Cha"

Compared with the ground in the bronck District, it is obviously much cleaner here, but it is also a mess at this time. In the blood stain, the painter is struggling. He tries to cover the separated throat with his palm, but his fractured hands obviously can't do this.

His decent clothes had long been dirty. Seeing that he could not live, he finally remembered something, gave up his struggle and suddenly began to climb to the clothes not far away and fell to the ground.

The painter's goal seems to be one of the stacks of paintings.

The twisted, blood smeared palm trembled and stretched out, as if it could be touched at the next moment.

Then, a silver knife light flashed.

With a "puff" sound, the sharp blade pierced the palm of his hand and nailed it in place. Severe pain swept up, but his throat was cut open. He wanted to scream, but he could only send out "he ~ he", like the sound of agitating the bellows, and the blood soared out at a faster speed.

Tang Qi did nothing else, but put the stack of paintings away directly, didn't take out the painting that seemed to be an extraordinary object, and stuffed it into the artist's bag.

After cleaning up, the painter had swallowed his breath and ended his life in pain.

Tang Qi turned around and watched a pink fog like spirit slowly overflow from the body. A strong sense of erotic impact came out. Although his expression was very painful and his body was twisted, it still gave people a strange feeling of disgust and imagination.

There was no ridicule or reprimand. Tang Qi just snorted coldly, and his flaming palm suddenly grabbed his complaining soul head. In the "hissing" sound, the complaining soul disappeared.

After feeling it, there was a golden light in his mind, and Tang Qi's mouth began to smile.

Add fuel again!

After the bottom of his heart said silently, Tang Qi didn't care about the body on the ground, took the bag and turned away.

The painter is a fool with distorted desire. When he was struggling, Tang Qi saw some women's intimate clothes exposed in his trouser pocket. There is no doubt that this guy will not only leave withered flowers after committing the crime, but also take away some "souvenirs".

"The first person to find the body won a little lottery."

Tang Qi muttered that one foot had stepped out of the alley.

But just then, in the spiritual space in Tang Qi's mind, the golden light spots surged and rolled up, and the strong danger omen made Tang Qi feel the slight pain of needle pricking again.

It was almost instinctive. His heel had not landed yet. Tang Qi followed the essentials of fighting skills, like a predatory cheetah, suddenly rubbed his toes, changed his position in an instant, and rushed back into the alley.

Also at this moment, in mid air, Tang Qi saw the figure of the "attacker".

It was a wolf dog like shadow. It flew over at a speed that completely surpassed human beings. It didn't bite Tang Qi's feet, but also ran into the alley. Then it kicked on the wall and directly bit Tang Qi's neck.

The fishy wind was blowing on his face. Tang Qi could even see the huge wolf dog's mouth, which had very abnormal Mori white teeth. In the gap between the teeth were some fresh shredded meat and one or two black hairs.

Human flesh!

Tang Qi's heart tightened, and he was about to kill the dog in mid air.

But at this time, there were bursts of "howling" outside the alley.

As like as two peas of a wolf, the next thing he was, was a wolf shaped shadow, which was approaching quickly as the street lamp reflected. Then Tang Qi saw seven or eight huge wolf dogs that were exactly like his own eyes. He showed his teeth and his hair was covered with blood, and a pair of miserable green eyes glistened with horror.

These terrible things rushed at Tangqi at the same time.

"I stabbed a wolf's nest?"

"Bang ~ Bang"

While Tang Qi's mind flashed this idea, a pistol with exaggerated shape, like a hand gun, had been held in Tang Qi's hand.

The first to "taste" it was naturally the wolf who almost bit Tang Qi's neck.

When there was a dull sound and the smell of gunpowder filled the air, the head of the most ferocious giant wolf was like being hit by a heavy hammer and deformed instantly. It was hard enough to resist the skull fired by a rifle at close range, but it could not resist the bullet wrapped in a golden flame.

Like a rotten watermelon, it burst into pieces.

The rest of the giant wolves can't avoid being shot in the head.

Although I haven't specially trained in shooting, I can't hit as many shots as a sharpshooter.

However, when Tang Qi pulls the trigger of blood Python No. 1, this extraordinary gun will automatically adjust the aiming star, and the threat like dragon chant can make the monsters fall into a state of shock, even if it's only a slightly unobservable half second, it's enough to turn them into cold corpses.

"Hoo ~"

In the alley, Tang Qi held the blood Python No. 1. His breath was a little hasty. He looked at the ground and was very similar to some kind of Sarrus wolf dog, but it was much larger and more like a giant wolf body with more monsters. His face was a little dignified, not because he killed too much, but at this time, Tang Qi finally found out.

He made a big mistake.

"Buzz"

Tang Qi's eyes fell on the back of his hand, where the cold smell of the mark of bad luck almost froze one of Tang Qi's hands.

Unimaginable crisis premonition, like an outbreak of mountain torrents, swept over.

At this moment, he felt the malice, which was similar to the malice when he faced the painter and these giant wolf monsters.

However, it is more intense, more dangerous, and the number is... More than expected.

"Lit the lamp to attract moths, but didn't turn it off in time."

"Or do I underestimate the power of bad luck?"

In a whisper, Tang Qi's thought was like a fierce burning flame, which was severely shrouded in the mark on the back of his hand. With a "hiss", the gray, black and cold smoke rose, the brilliance of the mark quickly faded down, and it was finally closed.

Just at this time, Tang Qi looked at the entrance of the alley stained with blood, and his face was more dignified.