Although Chen Chuan's tone was calm, it was very powerful. Everyone present could clearly feel the unshakable strength and determination revealed in it.
"Ah……"
Wei Jun showed a regretful expression and patted the metal railing, "That's it."
He suddenly smiled, "Did you know? Shen Zheng died here, yes, in this factory. You may have known it before coming here, but do you know how he died?
We found Shen Zheng's biological sister at that time. They had been separated for five years, but it was because of our kindness that they were reunited here. You must be thinking, I'm threatening him with his sister's life? No, no, that is too low-level. We just want his sister to see with her own eyes the consequences of opposing us, and you..."
His eyes fell, "You will know soon, you will experience everything he experienced before." As he said this, he snapped his fingers.
At the same time, a banging sound came out, and all the follow-up lights nearby were turned off. In the entire factory, the lights in the corners and above were all turned on, illuminating the surrounding area.
At this time, the surrounding scene suddenly became clearly visible. You can see that the walls and the ground are densely painted with strange patterns, which are painted with various colors of paint. Among these patterns, there are countless messy lines, like scarlet rotten blood and sewer lines. Depicted by the colors of mud mixed together.
They all extend from the wall, and all the intersecting lines come to the ground and above, and finally converge at the position where Chen Chuan is standing at the moment!
"Three years ago, Shen Zheng was standing in the same place as you." Wei Jun's voice echoed in the vast factory building.
The members of the mutual aid groups on both sides couldn't help but watch, as if they were looking forward to what was going to happen next.
These patterns come from a "Two-faced Tantric" esoteric ritual. To be precise, the esoteric ritual is used to drive a certain kind of strange story called a double-faced monster, and the ritual is used to strengthen its ability.
Once the ritual is activated, people standing on the ritual patterns will be affected. Now the entire factory floor is covered with ritual patterns. As long as people walk in, they are included in the ritual and can trigger the strange talk at any time. However, if people Standing on the middlemost pattern, the effect is undoubtedly the best.
Jiang Wei previously suggested using direct spotlights to draw out the route and force him to stand in that position. This was undoubtedly a successful suggestion.
Once the two-faced monster identifies a target, it will invade its body, which will produce two effects.
First any external attack will not cause harm, but the pain and suffering will not go away. Secondly, any damage caused by the possessed target's own attacks will eventually be borne by itself.
And under the stimulation of the double-faced monster and external rituals, various scenes of worry and fear will continue to be released in the mind of the victim, which leads to him constantly attacking the illusory enemies he sees.
Shen Zheng was very good at fighting back then, but so what?
They brought Shen Zheng's biological sister back just to make him nervous and worried, but the more this happened, the more it would arouse all kinds of fantasies.
What Shen Zheng saw at that time should be that his relatives, friends, teachers, and even people he knew very close to him were suffering from various violations and attacks, and he needed to be rescued.
At that time, he could only attack with all his strength to protect everything he wanted to protect, but the harder he tried, the more seriously injured he became, because all attacks and all injuries would be borne by himself in the end.
Everyone in the mutual aid association was like watching a monkey playing, watching him constantly inflicting harm on themselves. At that time, they stepped forward one by one to provoke, tease, and stimulate Shen Zheng. They watched him keep fighting back, but they just took it again. With their helpless look, it can be said that people were played to death in the end.
Now, the result will be the same.
After just waiting for a while, someone looked down and found that Chen Chuan was standing there without any movement, and asked strangely: "Why is he standing still?"
"Yes, why doesn't he move? Is there something wrong with the ceremony?"
Wei Jun thought about it for a moment, suddenly understood, and let out a sigh, "I guess this kid doesn't have anyone he cares about. Such people are less affected by internal influences, but it doesn't matter. As long as he has a little external stimulation, he can be different from the fantasy in his imagination." If there is a confrontation, we can watch the show, but who will come?"
"I'll go first!"
Shao Xiaobie shouted loudly. He held a steel pipe in his hand and walked down the metal stairs excitedly. The other members of the mutual aid association also watched with interest, but some seemed dissatisfied that he was
Wei Jun smiled and said loudly: "Don't worry, everyone has a share, everyone will have a turn."
Shao Xiaobie came to Chen Chuan swinging the steel pipe. He first raised his hands to the back, then held the steel pipe in both hands, gestured at Chen Chuan's head a few times, and then suddenly raised it high. However, just as he When you want to swing hard.
With a bang, a fist struck from the front, and Shao Xiaobie's head suddenly exploded. His blood, flesh, brains, and broken bones were all thrown backward.
After splashing out, the headless corpse shook the steel pipe a few times, then fell backwards to the ground with a plop, and the steel pipe rolled out with a clang.
The laughter, boos, and cheers in the field all stopped abruptly.
At this time, Chen Chuan slowly raised his hand, grabbed one of his shoulders, and then grabbed it with five fingers. It seemed that he had grasped something invisible in an instant, and then the muscles of his arm agitated and he slowly pulled it outward.
As he moved, even those present could see a nearly transparent layer of monster with two faces, being slowly pulled out from the surface of his body!
The thing was still struggling and twisting in his hand, trying to get rid of it, but all this was of no use under his strong grasp. Finally, he heard a slight squeaking sound, as if some cloth was torn apart, and the thing was completely removed from the The surface of his body detached.
Chen Chuan watched the monster struggling and thrashing there, with its two faces still making various threatening and angry expressions, so he threw one of them on the ground, and then stepped on it with one foot, making a chirping sound, like stepping on it. It looked like something rotten and scattered with a snap, then turned into wisps of smoke and floated out from under his feet.
Before coming here, he had read many files and asked Director Lei for advice. He could roughly deduce the cause of Shen Zheng's death and made certain preparations.
He still doesn't know what this thing does, and he doesn't need to know, because as long as
The surrounding members of the mutual aid association watched all this blankly.
They came here today because Wei Jun promised to let them watch a good show. They undoubtedly have full confidence in the secret ritual. How strong was Shen Zheng in the past? Didn’t he die under the ceremony?
This example proves that this method is safe and feasible. What they are looking forward to is to ravage this person who refuses to accept their kindness and tries to cross the boundary, but the result at this moment seems to be a little different.
Chen Chuan looked up at this moment, his eyes fell on Wei Jun and the members of the mutual aid association, and he said, "Do you think it was you who came to me this time?"
He smiled.
"Actually, I want to come to you."
Wei Jun finally realized something was wrong at this time. Originally, he still had a glimmer of luck, but now after hearing Chen Chuan's words, he knew that the ceremony had completely failed.
At this moment, he could not help but feel a burst of fear and anger. He stepped back desperately and shouted: "Shoot! Kill him!"
The security guards on the surrounding steel structure platforms and various passages raised their guns one after another. However, on the left side, some people made this move, and saw parts of their wrists and guns falling from their bodies. The middle of his limbs seemed to have been neatly scratched by some sharp weapon, revealing smooth wounds.
Seeing this situation, these people couldn't help but be stunned.
And somewhere they couldn't see, right where they raised their guns, were criss-crossed with slender spider threads that were indistinguishable to the naked eye.
When Chen Chuan came in just now, he put down the box containing Tayana's combat spider and let the spider enter the factory under the cover of the shadow.
This kind of spider can secrete a kind of high-strength alienated spider silk. The human body will be cut neatly if a slight external force is exerted on it. Therefore, in the scene of ambush in the field, the combat spider can often solve the target silently.
However, this is not the main means of attack of the fighting spider. Special blades are implanted on its abdomen, back and eight limbs. Its crawling and jumping speeds exceed the reaction of ordinary fighters. Once it gets close, it can easily kill people. Chop into pieces.
At this moment, the fighting spiders were scurrying quickly on the walls and roof of the venue, constantly cutting open the security personnel who tried to shoot. Wherever they passed, those people either lost their hands or feet, or their heads fell off, and they howled miserably. Into one piece.
In its command mode, the person who makes the action of holding a gun and shooting is
However, no matter how fast the combat spider is, because the factory site is spacious and there are many people at the moment, it only targets a certain area, while people in other places can shoot without restraint.
Chen Chuan glanced at the guns pointed at him and took a deep breath.
The muzzles of each gun seemed to be slowly lifting and deflecting in his direction.
He stepped forward, and as he moved, with each step, cracks spread out from the patterned ground below.
The muzzles of the guns finally erupted with fire, but each bullet fell behind him, and the Xuejun sword in his hand slowly came out of the scabbard, revealing its sharp blade. .
He swooped forward and made a big bend. With a heavy step, he jumped to a platform. Looking at the row of security personnel in front of him who were still shooting downwards, he leaned forward. Xue Jun The light of the knife seemed to flash by, and then the person appeared at the other end of the passage.
The dozen or so people on this passage were just frozen for a moment, and the next moment, they turned into severed limbs and scattered on the steel plate on the ground.
