John Borg asked, "Are you sure that little guy is a newbie?"
Sigma replied confidently: "He is definitely a novice. He came in with two female companions. One of those two stupid girls is a live broadcaster, and the other is not very smart. He wants to interfere with any noisy things he sees."
"Is that so?" John was deeply surprised: "I thought that Tianshu's extraordinary armed force would use strong methods, but it seems that I was worried in vain."
"What tough tactics, my master." Sigma said with a mean smile and continued to flatter: "This kid bullied ordinary people outside, and when a few poor students blocked his way, he went to slap them. Slap, he doesn’t know how to control his spiritual pressure at all, I think he is just a nymph, wearing Tianshu’s standard Jiji spiritual clothes for fun, and--"
The prince was talking in a low voice, as if he was speaking ill of people behind their backs, so he should be more cautious.
"——And when this guy saw me handing out gold coins to other customers, and he was scolded a few times by those people, he immediately became an honest man and didn't even dare to say a thing. I think this guy should be very talkative and take his substitute job as a serious matter. A chance to pick up girls.”
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At the front desk, the Alpha bartender is still telling the guests about the year and place of production of these cellars. He wants to show the value of the cocktail drinks in everyone's eyes and create the illusion of "earning money with blood" in the minds of the guests.
When Jiang Xueming saw the bottles and jars of Maddie's freeze-dried powder, he couldn't wait any longer.
Vita Brand is an infectious disease, and it is difficult to get rid of these parasites with any medical treatment other than a panacea.
It can be spread through body fluids. If there is no White Lady product, we can only disembowel the body, expose the organs to strong ultraviolet rays, and accept the sun. It is difficult to completely kill this demon lurking in the belly. Morpho butterfly.
The chubby white lady will also change the texture of the human body, hide in the cavities of the internal organs, and wrap their insect bodies with silk mesh. The viruses remaining in the skin and lymph glands will return to the cardiovascular system, making these bugs Start growing again.
Therefore, in the modern medical system, unless there is a kind of liquid [sunshine] that can flow to every corner of the human body, there is no way to cure this terminal disease.
Previously, if any guests drank the Blood Butterfly Cocktail here, they would be infected with the Vita brand. When they returned home, to school, to the cafeteria or to the dining table, if there was no public transport, the virus would be transmitted to more people through saliva. people.
In addition, touching or kissing, applauding for love, etc. are all ways of spreading the Vita brand.
Just when Lord Sigmar was having a good chat with the horror artist, there was a little trouble at the front desk of the store.
Jiang Xueming is not ready to wait any longer. If Sir Sigma is just seeking money, it is not his turn to deal with criminal activities related to fraudulent RMB. The cooperative relationship between the fat and thin Toutuo brothers and Sir Sigma is a matter of willingness to fight. A person who is willing to suffer is like a gangster, and he can't stop him even if he wants to.
But in Xueming's eyes, these raw materials for the Blood Butterfly Cocktail cannot wait, cannot be tolerated for a moment, and are the source of the plague that will be burned down just by sight.
"You have all heard of this Bloody Mary many times on the Douyin Kuaishou marketing account. If you have never been to a serious bar, this must be your first time drinking it, right? Don't worry, I'm going to add something more dreamy to it. Something." The bartender was still explaining Internet celebrity drinks to the guests, and groped for the freezer behind him: "This freeze-dried powder is called Vita Brand. As long as you drink it, you will have nightmares every day, which will seriously affect the quality of your sleep. Guest—are you sure you want to add it to the wine?”
Ah Le is so bold that he is not afraid at all: "Add it! Add more for me! The wine and spices here are so expensive. If I don't add them, wouldn't I be sorry for the ticket money I paid?"
Right now, right now -
——Jiang Xueming pressed A Le’s shoulder and turned it into a sharp sword.
Alternately stepping forward quickly, holding the hostage behind him, Ah Le felt pain in the joints of his arms, as if he was bitten by a wild beast. He instinctively wanted to fight back, but was met with a fierce elbow strike in the face.
His nose felt sore and the bridge of his nose was broken. His head fell back along with his staggering body. He asked Fei Bo to hold his shoulders and was about to curse.
Holding the handle of the dragon on his bloody red elbow, Xueming raised the gun and started to shoot.
The sound of gunfire covered up all the curses, leaving only the men's cries of pain and the women's screams.
Almost instantly, Brother Alpha was beaten into a piece of French cheese by the spirit bomb!
He had almost no chance to fight back, and he couldn't even say a harsh word——
——Xue Ming hit the head. Thirty rounds of ammunition started from the skull and smashed it into pieces along with his fingers holding the wine glass high.
The rain of bullets exploded into clouds of rock salt bombs carried by high-pressure airflow. The fine dust and sand were like knives, carving out shocking scars on the mahogany table.
The bartender in front of him was like a puppet on strings. After his head was decapitated by the soul-killing ammunition, his skin and bones quickly transformed into his original shape, turning into a puppet dummy made of engineering plastics and leather.
Shell casings were jumping on the ground and rolling deeper into the porch.
A Le was so frightened that his face turned pale and he couldn't say a word.
Fei Bo was just yelling: "Kill...kill...kill...kill..."
Jiang Xueming changed the magazine. After the intimidation shooting was over, he just wanted to take these ordinary people out first, and then drive the crusher to demolish the house.
The first [simple task] given by Brother Ye Bei was already beyond the scope in Xueming's opinion.
He didn't intend to investigate in depth, and he had no intention of playing this little puzzle game of eating human flesh and drinking human blood according to the horror artist's viewing process.
Maybe there will be some exciting programs and touching stories later——
——But Xueming doesn’t care. The moment the Crazy Butterfly freeze-dried powder appears on the container, the game is over.
"Get out."
Jiang Xueming held a gun in one hand and pointed at the door where he came from.
"Go away neatly."
To everyone's ears, these two simple and powerful commands were like a bucket of ice water.
And Xueming's powerful gun-holding posture, and his decisive and decisive actions of whipping corpses and emptying magazines, are all very similar to the style of military police. For a while, they actually suppressed the fear in their hearts. People couldn't help but think, It is more appropriate to follow Xueming's orders, which is the wisest choice.
Xueming stepped back step by step, pointing the gun at the revolving door——
——If Lord Sigmar appears again, reward him with thirty stink bombs.
Axiang wanted to ask something else during the evacuation process. After all, she was a curious baby.
"Jiang Xue..."
Before the name could be fully spoken, she felt pain in her lips and teeth, and a strong hand closed her mouth in advance.
The man squeezed through the narrow road like a ghost and crossed Qianqian. His hand accurately found Axiang's mouth and repaired her long tongue.
Xueming's gloves brought some saliva and blood from the inner wall of his mouth, and wiped them clean on the wall. As Axiang's eyes became more frightened and awed, like the soft white snow in winter, he absorbed all the noise from heaven and earth. Clean.
They will never say any nonsense again, and they will not have any unnecessary questions before leaving this hell on earth.
The moment I walked out of the porch, a strange sight suddenly appeared at the two shrines on the entrance road!
The clay sculpture and golden body of the God of Civil and Military Wealth twists and deforms at a speed that is difficult to discern with the naked eye! Transformed into a spider-like monster, he climbed out of the altar and knocked over the incense candles. He grabbed the gleaming sword and halberd with his sharp claws. He stood on the beam of the god and suddenly exerted force, leaping towards everyone!
The two monsters let out a weird laugh, which was very similar to that of Seventh Brother. If it weren't for Xueming's extraordinary eyesight and just relying on his ears to listen, he would have thought that his lover came to rescue him with a gun.
Under the dim light, the two bloody afterimages were shot up and down by bullets, and soon turned into two puddles of flesh and blood the size of basins, twitching and squirming on the floor.
If you look closely at the alloy iron armor of this statue, it looks like a strange model assembled from toy parts. It usually stays in the shrine as a Bodhisattva. When guests want to leave early, it will immediately disintegrate to reveal the hideous flesh strips inside, which look like a facehugger. The texture structure, as well as the suction cup tentacles of the toe claws, allow them to quickly move around the house and attack enemies from blind spots in the field of vision.
Xueming kicked open the door and heard the bustle of people coming and going outside the house.
He took the guests beside him out and pushed them out one by one.
He also saw that Axiang Qianqian was out of his mind, and Fatbo Ale was almost dead.
Only the last workplace beauty was still calm, but the deafening sound of continuous gunshots made her uneasy.
When people everywhere saw these players appearing early, they mistakenly thought that the Horror Artist had queued up for an extra session, and that they might be able to play in advance.
Just listen to the roar of bullets, and Xue Ming points to the sky and fires.
For a while, the students still didn’t understand what the gunshots meant——
——Most of the post-00s people present have never even seen a gun, and they don’t even know what fear is at first sight.
Just listen to the crack of bullets! As soon as Fei Bo took two steps out, his knees felt soft and he fell to the ground, his cheeks kissing the broken glass of the newsstand.
Half of his leg was still in the middle of the road, with blood pouring out.
All of a sudden, the noisy crowds, cries, and cheers were all silenced.
The fifty or so people present all fled for their lives out of the alley. Only Xue Ming, holding Fei Bo's broad soles, quickly walked to the innocent people and took his legs back.
"I'm sorry."
Xueming took out the elixir and squatted down while looking at the house with vigilance. A delicate spirit body burst out from his arms, clearing the broken bones of Fei Bo's lower limbs and sorting out the broken tendons.
The pain made this innocent and helpless ordinary person unable to say a word. He could only shed a big cold sweat and almost fainted several times.
Xueming continued: "You have a lot of flesh on your body and your blood pressure is high. The intimidation effect of being shot is perfect for evacuating the crowd - don't blame me, it's useless to blame me."
"Fuck you...fuck..." Fei Bo gritted his teeth and saw the strange panacea fall into the injured area. The brain nerves and the severed limbs were connected again, and he finally had the sense of touch in his legs and feet. Have the strength to curse.
"Your brother is running very fast. If you don't want to die, get back home." Jiang Xueming finished treating the injury and threw away the dental syringe.
"I can't walk!" Fei Bo hissed, panting hard. His nerves had just healed, and his legs and feet couldn't support his weight at all.
Xueming picked up the fat man and threw him onto the sidewalk of Guangyuan Middle Road, then rushed back into the darkness.
Wait until this mysterious evil star of unknown origin has gone away. Ah Le and a group of others finally came back.
"What's going on?"
Fei Bo: "How do I know? He strikes when we see him, kills people when he strikes, and even gave me a shot!"
Qianqian squatted next to Fei Bo and asked curiously: "Are there monsters in that store? I saw the statue of Mr. Guan turned into a big crab!"
"Could it be some kind of cult?" Axiang was not afraid of death and was about to go back to continue the live broadcast to the audience: "I have to go and see! I have to go and see!"
Just at this time--
——A forklift crashed out of a low alley on the southwest side of Guangyuan Middle.
It drove from the construction site in Nancheng to the alley wall, crashed straight into the newsstand, crashed through the newsstand, and fell headlong into the horror artist's door.
Jiang Xueming stepped on the accelerator, still looking expressionless and stern.
The shovel nose of the construction vehicle deftly dug through the first and second-floor exterior walls, and the vehicle rushed straight towards the fragile interior partition wall to carve out a wide road.
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Lord Sigmar didn't take it seriously when he heard gunshots. Gunshots often rang out in the studio, usually from singers and bartenders preparing programs for guests.
John Bogle is still immersed in the mysterious research of Mad Butterfly. This store is making a lot of money every day. Not to mention the consumption of six customers every day, even if it is selling MLM-style tickets, queuing qualifications and other additional products, it can be made in a month. Earned more than 500,000 yuan in activity funds.
If this sales model works, before Tianshu notices the Weta brand, they can leave this place, go elsewhere, and recreate the same store as a horror artist.
What you earn then will not be the currency of the mortal world, but the pyroxene coins of the underground world——
——He, John Borg, may be able to use the illusory spiritual god to create an extremely powerful Church of Mad Butterfly.
The master and the servant are still laughing at Tianshu's short-sightedness and blowing the whistle of the underground world.
"I laughed at that arrogant and ruthless Mingde, who was brave and foolhardy but loved his talent as much as his life. He spared me time and time again. The Green Gold Guard only caught but did not kill me. He also thought that I would be grateful to him. It was really naive and childish. "
Lord Sigmar nodded and bowed: "Yes, yes, the master killed half the people in the city with just one ritual. The great power of the sky is at your fingertips."
"Hahahahaha..." John Borg continued: "If it had also studied psychic energy and gone deep into the [primordial seed], perhaps the entire earth would have been covered with railways."
"So, Tianshu is also a bunch of idiots." Lord Sigmar rubbed his hands, trying to get the little rabbit Lulu on the table, which was John Borg's soul power creation, a kind of aggregation of flesh and blood distortion.
"We opened a shop in this ancient building to make money, but they didn't dare to demolish the building and blast it. They just wanted to send a few people to investigate the truth. It's really unreasonable that such a young boy came here to pick up girls..."
"My workshop has sixteen spiritual power mechanisms." John Borg waved his hand, with a domineering air of being the only one in the world: "The beasts made of flesh and blood are stationed in the secret doors of various places. Once an enemy invades, , tell him there will be no return."
"Master is mighty!" Sigma's hand hadn't even touched Lulu yet and was about to grab Lulu's rabbit ears.
The shovel mouth of the construction truck blasted open the porch walkway——
——Bringing up sharp iron thorns and sand, several steel bars suddenly tied this vicious little monster into meat skewers.
Before Sigma could react, only the rabbit ears were left in his hand.
