Chapter 361

"Is there anything else?"

Lu Xin walked along the street, smiling kindly and asking softly:

"I can feel that these are not your real abilities, so what are your abilities?"

When he asked, God, who had been chased all the way in the laboratory before the end of the street, was looking at it coldly.

Six eyes, four confused, the other two are staring at themselves.

At his feet, a piece of wriggling and expanding flesh and blood, like a thick sea of blood.

In front of him, there were three things similar to "pupae".

These three "pupae" are suspended by thin blood, hanging from the top of the street, hanging in the air.

Two "pupae" have been broken, at this time there is still a third "pupa".

Judging from what happened to them all the way, those two pupae are the demons and babies in the hell team. These two monsters should have been killed by the capable people in the central city, but their power appears in this monster.

Lu Xin thought to himself, this should be a part of the final experiment?

Transplant other abilities to this monster?

What else is there besides the demons and babies?

... I can't remember, maybe not?

……

With Lu Xin's step forward, his eyes also saw the third "pupa", and he heard a slight "click".

The pupa also broke.

A knife, from the "pupa" inside out, opened the flesh coat.

Then, with black hair and a small white skirt, little nineteen came out of the pupa.

At the next moment, more small nineteen came out of the flesh and blood. Some of them appeared in the empty windows on both sides, some of them came out of the wriggling flesh and blood, some of them came out of the ground, and some of them slowly dropped down from the air.

About a dozen small nineteen surrounded Lu Xin.

Each one, holding a knife, head and limbs are hanging, thick scar obvious, like a puppet.

Lu Xin stopped slightly, looked up and said in a soft voice, "little nineteen, I finally found you."

……

The first time he hugged little nineteen, he knew that he was not holding little nineteen.

What we hold should be a kind of spiritual transformation.

But now, at last, the real little nineteen has been found.

"Cluck, cluck..."

There was a sound from the collision of wood joints, which became one piece.

At this time, all the little nineteen looked up at Lu Xin with empty eyes.

Lu Xin continued to walk forward, voice as patient as possible: "obedience, come back with me, OK?"

"I'm not very good at coaxing children, but I know that you must have had a bad and painful life in recent years."

"So..."

“……”

"Shua!"

When Lu Xin took the second step, a small nineteen on his side suddenly rushed forward.

The sharp knife reached Lu Xin's neck in an instant.

Lu Xin's shoulder collapsed suddenly, and his neck was askew to one side as if it had been broken.

At the same time, he took out his hand and penetrated little nineteen's body.

The little nineteen's body seemed to be obstructed. He moved a few times and then tilted his head.

Lu Xin continued to walk forward, saying: "I'll take you home!"

"Cluck, cluck, cluck..."

Around the joint twisting sound suddenly connected into a piece, all the small nineteen at the same time toward Lu Xin rushed over.

The knife in his hand cut out a cross of cold light, countless small white skirts, flying in the air.

A kind of invisible silk thread has been interwoven in the whole street.

Lu Xin gave a low breath and said, "sister!"

His body suddenly became as if there were no bones, and he quickly pushed forward.

In those invisible threads, space is divided into small pieces.

No one can go through this little square.

But Lu Xin seems to have broken these common sense, his body in the rapid movement, made one after another does not conform to human common sense, but from a certain point of view, and has a different aesthetic posture, fast through a silk thread.

In this way, he evaded the attack of more than ten small nineteen and suddenly appeared in front of the innermost small nineteen.

That small nineteen, positive and expressionless raised the knife in the hand.

Her eyes were empty. Looking at Lu Xin who came to her, she didn't seem to know whether to stab her.

Lu Xin gave her a warm smile, then squatted down, ignored the knife and took her into his arms.

"Chi"

The knife went into Lu Xin's chest, ten centimeters deep into the meat.

The smile on Lu Xin's face did not change at all. He continued to hold little nineteen deeply in his arms.

So the knife goes deeper.

There is a cold pain in the chest.

Lu Xin felt that there was a feeling of emptiness being filled, which made him feel happy.

Blood along the blade, splashed on the small nineteen's face.

Small nineteen empty eyes, suddenly appeared a different mood, small body, like suddenly stiff.

"Little nineteen..."

Lu Xin's hand pressed the struggling little nineteen's shaking head, and slowly stroked the back of her head. Gently, with a kind of fear that would scare her, she whispered in her ear: "don't be afraid, I've thought of you."

"I'm sorry."

"I shouldn't have forgotten you for so long, let alone that I killed you."

"It doesn't matter if you're afraid of me and think I'm a monster."

“……”

"Big monster..."

The indifferent little nineteen seemed to be reminded of something by these three words.

She is struggling, the action slowly stopped.

Not only did she stop, but behind Lu Xin, the dozen little nineteen who were flying in different positions in the air and sliding towards Lu Xin along a certain silk thread also stopped suddenly. Their faces showed that confused and empty look at the same time.

They looked at Lu Xin from all angles, holding herself in their arms, and seemed to recall different memories.

Some seem to recall Lu Xin's forcing himself into a corner in front of the building.

Some seem to recall more terrible things

Empty eyes, as if there is a layer of fog, is slowly appear.

"Gu..."

There was an empty, empty voice.

On the back of the monster, there are endless threads of blood, like colorful nerve tissue and blood vessels.

A large part of these blood threads are connected with the blood threads of little nineteen.

At this time, more blood was crawling against the ground and the wall, and came to little nineteen. At the same time, it seemed that some kind of will had been instilled into little nineteen's body, which made little nineteen's body tremble slightly, and the sense of madness in his eyes appeared.

"Chi..."

Lu Xin gently exhaled, more forcefully hugged little nineteen, and said in a soft voice, "don't be afraid."

On little nineteen's face, the madness receded and the confused look reappeared.

Crazy and indifferent, fast in his face staggered and changing.

Little nineteen was obviously connected with the monster called "God".

In other words, she has been influenced by the "God".

Naturally, this kind of influence is a kind of pollution.

Lu Xin doesn't know how to cut off this kind of pollution, but what he can do is to hold little nineteen.

Not long ago, Chen Jing said to herself a concept called "reverse pollution".

I have also learned about the concept and essence of pollution in the elementary training course for the competent.

Ordinary people also have pollution.

Laughing, crying, even an unconscious action, can be pollution.

Well, the only thing he prays for now is that he hopes that his arms can "pollute" small nineteen.

At the same time, the shadow under his feet spread out.

At such a close distance, there's no reason to let that "God" go.

……

"Will you endure it? Will you hug me, too? "

When the monster urged the little nineteen, it had a face in its chest, and was shouting ferociously.

"Is this level of power for children like you?"

At this time, Zhao Shiming seems to have lost himself. At least, his voice is no longer rational, but more and more close to madness. Even his voice is no longer like himself, and more and more affected by madness

"I shouldn't have wasted so much time with you just now..."

"But now, I finally understand, and finally know, what is the real power of God..."

“……”

"Buzz..."

While he was shouting, Lu Xin didn't say anything, but his eyes were cold and he suddenly looked at it.

At this moment, the shadow under Lu Xin's feet suddenly elongated and rushed towards the monster.

"Shua..."

This time, "God" reacts quickly, six eyes blink at the same time, releasing the mental impact again.

The impact of spiritual power and shadow collided again, cutting the ground crosswise with deep scratches.

However, it seems that it is because the shadow has broken through a spiritual impact before, remembering its characteristics. This time, the speed of the shadow breakthrough is much faster than before, such as the fine black particle sawtooth, fast cutting and polishing, which will wear away the twisted air that represents the spiritual impact layer by layer, It's only about one meter away from the God.

The "God" seemed to feel flustered or growling.

The body suddenly popped out to countless blood, like dense, sticky silk thread, drilling into the surrounding various gaps.

No one knows how much silk thread there is and how deep it has been drilled where it is invisible to the naked eye.

This kind of silk thread is like the root of a tree.

"Kaka, Kaka..."

As the silk thread stretched out, suddenly there was a thick, sticky object around the building, and the sound of squeezing came.

"Hua La" sound, the old buildings are broken, and the fresh flesh comes out.

These pieces of meat have been connected with those fine blood, and come like living creatures, fused with the "God".

This is just the beginning.

In all directions, such huge pieces of meat gathered.

……

If the perspective is pulled into the air, you will see that it has become a city crawling with the tentacles of countless monsters.

In the shadow of every street, in the abandoned houses, there are a lot of strange, indescribable flesh and blood moving fast.

Where they pass, one building after another collapses, topples and raises countless dust.

The whole abandoned city is crawling with flesh and blood.

This abandoned city, like this way, suddenly came to life.

Zizi.

Blood vessels and nerves, like plants, cover the surface of the building and eventually connect with the monster.

The whole city, all the monsters, is gradually becoming a whole.

In other words, they are a whole, just waiting for the arrival of this "heart".

"Wow..."

With the gathering of flesh and blood, the spirit impact of the monster is becoming more and more powerful, instantly pushing the shadow to three meters away.

At the same time, the body of "God" is gradually rising.

Countless flesh and blood gathering, like a base, lifted his body to the highest place of the whole city.

Zhao Shiming's face has disappeared, or completely melted.

That "God", only a indifferent face, under the curved red moon, overlooking the ruins of the city.

In other words, overlooking its feet at this time, little Lu Xin.

"Hum..."

At the next moment, the six eyes of "God" blinked at the same time, and waves of spiritual impact came one after another as if they were inexhaustible. The shadow under Lu Xin's feet was not only pushed back to Lu Xin's side immediately, but also spread directly to Lu Xin's body, and the ground was blown with layers of sand, It's like a bullet to Lu Xin.

"Pa pa pa..."

A twisted force field appeared around Lu Xin, and the small stone bullets splashed in all directions.

But the next moment, "God" body, suddenly there are countless tentacles extended out, instantly entangled the two sides of the high-rise buildings.

Boom!

Like a snake, it shrinks and tightens these buildings and high-rise buildings that have been strong for 30 years into the shape of a girdle gourd, and then smashes them towards the middle. The uneven sections and twisted sharp steel stubbles directly insert into Lu Xin's body.

Mud and construction waste, rolling down, directly filled the street.

Lu Xin's figure has been completely covered, and I don't know whether it has been crushed into meat mud by these buildings.

But he is not satisfied, like a python tentacle, and wrapped further.

A house, a building, it pulled over, heavy hit the street, fill to the ground.

And this seems to make it feel the lack of power.

As a result, the flesh and blood that are fused with it, at the same time, the blood like monsters, like snakes, rush out of the city, where more than 100000 refugees are living, can be used as ready-made "materials".

In other words, these refugees were originally the materials prepared for the high table.

This is the power that really belongs to God.

Pollution and control of the whole city with a strong and irresistible momentum.