Bai Xing held the dagger in her hand tighter and coughed slightly to signal the team to pay attention to the situation on their side.
Bai Yanran pursed her lips into a thin line when she saw the blood minerals gradually "growing" on their bodies.
They stood there stiffly, staring blankly at their limbs that gradually turned into blood ore.
He staggered towards Bai Xing and the others, holding his hands stiffly in front of him, like several zombies.
"Save us!"
"help me!"
"Please!"
Pleading sounds came out, but it was a pity that Bai Xing and the others could only kill this kind of monster now, but they didn't know how to solve this situation.
The blazing flames drove away the blood mineral creatures in the cave, and also made the group of infected players dare not approach.
Bai Xing suddenly felt that this method of infection looked familiar, very similar to the Ama she met before.
Could there be some connection between them?
Bai Xing returned to the museum. The curator seemed not to be in the museum, so they sneaked into his office.
There is a folder on his computer. When he opens it, there is a paper and countless experimental data.
The paper is about using the earth's core energy to suppress special life forms, as well as countless experimental data labeled with people's names.
Wherever there are missing miners, miners are always there. Those in the warehouse, in the mines, and those sitting under the woman are all miners.
"What are you looking at?"
The curator suddenly appeared at the door, holding a cane in one hand and pushing up his glasses with the other. His smile was still kind, but it made people shudder.
Like the woman, he appeared suddenly. Before that, Bai Xing didn't feel his presence at all.
Suddenly, the curator turned and attacked them.
His figure instantly became blurry, as if blending into the air, and then appeared in front of them instantly.
His hands stretched out like lightning and grabbed Song Cheng's throat, who was sitting in front of the computer, making him unable to breathe.
"How dare you pry into my secrets!" The curator's voice was low and cold.
The emotion in his eyes said everything. At this time, he was no longer the kind curator, but a madman full of violence and desire to kill.
When Bai Xing and the others saw this, they immediately attacked the curator. The sharp edge of the weapon struck the curator's skin, but the curator was unharmed. Instead, they were pushed away by a powerful force and could not get close to the curator.
"Do you think you can escape my control?" The curator sneered and said, "That's fine, I want to show you that there is such a powerful force in this world!"
After saying that, the curator suddenly let go of his hand and threw Song Cheng aside.
Song Cheng coughed and stood up, looking at the curator's back. His face was a little pale, but his eyes were very calm, showing no fear or panic.
The figure of the curator is as erratic as a ghost. He moves quickly and is unpredictable.
Bai Xing and the others fought hard, forming a circle back to back to try to stop the curator's attack. Even Bai Yanran summoned a big bear to block one side, and no one chose to escape.
The curator didn't go all out at first. He just observed Bai Xing's attacks with a playful attitude.
His figure flickered like a phantom, and he could avoid their attacks at critical moments every time, but Bai Xing and the others did not dare to expose their backs to the curator at will.
The curator is obviously different from those blood mineral lifeforms, but he has the same morphological characteristics as those lifeforms, but the blood mineral coverage on his body is far less extensive.
However, as the battle progressed, the curator gradually showed his true strength.
His figure became blurry, as if blending into the air.
Then, he instantly appeared in front of the ragdoll bear, slapped his palm, and knocked the ragdoll bear away.
After the ragdoll bear was knocked away, a big hole was broken in its body, and soft bullet cotton wool overflowed from the gap, but it immediately got up and continued to attack.
They know that only by constantly attacking can they find a way to defeat the Curator.
However, the curator's speed was so fast that it was difficult for them to catch him.
Bai Xing thought quickly about the essay just now.
The paper mentioned that blood mineral is a special kind of life form, which has amazing activity and extremely huge energy.
It appears to be in the form of an ore, but is actually an illusion formed by the gathering of countless "fuzz".
Those "fuzz" are like fiberglass and will pierce into the body once someone touches them.
It is obvious that the curator has developed an instrument that can suppress the energy of blood minerals. This instrument relies on the same huge and thick earth core energy to suppress the energy of blood minerals.
Bai Xing even had a guess in her mind. Although it was not mentioned in the paper, she suspected that the curator had strengthened the ability of the blood mine and relied on the instrument to freely expand and control the energy of the blood mine.
The previous curator's state was no different from that of an ordinary person, his limbs were very flexible, and his brain was thinking very clearly, indicating that he must have brought the instrument with him.
So, where?
Bai Xingxing's starry eyes quickly scanned the curator, and his movements slowed down infinitely in her eyes.
Countless fluctuations of blood mineral energy floated on his body surface, and Bai Xing carefully felt another energy body that was similar to this one but restrained each other.
Her eyes fell on the crutches on the ground. There was a metal ball inlaid on the top of the crutches. It was not very big, about smaller than a table tennis ball. Previously, the ball was held in the palm of the curator's hand, so she did not notice the specialness of the crutches. place.
At this time, the crutch fell to the ground, and the metal ball at the bottom of the wooden crutch became a little abrupt.
When the curator launched another attack, Bai Xing used her backhand to shake his wrist away. When the curator hesitated slightly, she rolled over to the side of the crutches.
The curator suddenly paused and looked at Bai Xing with a cold expression.
"You actually discovered me."
Bai Xing held the crutch, and the metal ball suddenly emitted a weak heat. The blood minerals on the curator's body faded visibly, and his condition was no longer full, and fatigue gradually appeared on his face.
He was no longer young. Just now, the blood minerals had been supporting him in the fight. Now that the blood minerals had faded away, his broken body felt a little overwhelmed.
"Hahaha," the curator burst out laughing, almost crying. "You can't kill me. Even if the blood mine is broken, it will not die. It will never be destroyed." There was a look in his eyes. Full of madness.
Xu Dao suddenly appeared in front of him, his palm reaching towards his chest.
"The Fifth Art of Stealing Ancestors, Stealing Things from the Air."
The curator's chest suddenly felt empty, and he fell to the ground weakly, but his eyes were fixed on Xu Dao's hand, and he was laughing crazily.
"Hahahaha, you actually sacrificed yourself for them, you are infected too! Fool!" The fire in his eyes grew stronger and stronger.
Xu Dao seemed to have known it for a long time. He threw his heart to the ground with his backhand and said to Song Cheng, "Burn!"
Song Cheng was still stunned in shock. When he heard this, he immediately took out the flamethrower and burned the heart on the ground to ashes.
The curator looked forward with wide eyes, as if he was looking at another person through them.
And the next second, an angry atmosphere swept through the museum, the house creaked, ashes continued to fall, and a sullen voice sounded.
"How dare you kill him!"
