Just as the painter thought, after the first sneak attack on Yu Qingnian's heart had an effect, it would not be easy to succeed in another sneak attack.
Yu Qingnian protected his heart with hatred, and even used part of the forbidden power to ensure that there would be no problems with his heart.
cautious! Yu Qingnian strives to be safe in everything he does. Yu Qingnian knows very well that in the world of weird things, especially in the wet market, there is no shame in living like a mouse, because the longer you can live in the wet market if you know how to hide your weird things.
This is something Yu Qingnian has known since long ago when he was a butcher. Seeing this, the painter felt even more helpless.
The painter glanced at Zheng Kai, who was unconscious. To be honest, if he gave the artist his evil heart, there might still be a chance of escaping, because the heart in Ding Qingnian's body came from his evil heart. As long as it was activated, The evil heart controls Qingnian's body.
Then you have time to escape from here. This is much more useful than the painter's forced two-dimensionalization. But the problem is that the evil heart lies in Zheng Kai.
After looking around Zheng Kai's body, the artist couldn't find where the evil intention was. The bug is crawling over.
"Two-dimensional!" The insects approaching the painter turned into thin sheets of paper. Yu Qingnian's eyes flashed slightly.
He had only seen the ability to force two-dimensionalization in the painters of Guilou. But the shepherd dog in front of him actually has the ability to force two dimensions.
the other side. Starving ghosts were not so lucky. The bugs climbed up his body and began to crazily eat the hatred on his body. For a moment, Zheng Kai and Wang Qiang could no longer carry Zheng Kai and Wang Qiang.
The painter frowned. His forbidden power can only protect himself, and it will be very difficult to branch out to protect the starving ghosts.
Besides, in the painter's mind, starving ghosts are not important. Even Wang Qiang is not important. As long as Zheng Kai survives, the painter's task will be completed.
Looking at the starving ghosts who were gradually submerged in the tide of insects, Wang Qiang and Zheng Kai's bodies were slowly covered with insects.
After hesitating, the painter decided to take action. If Zheng Kai wakes up and finds that the starving ghost is dead, then he will probably have to settle the score with him.
Under the baptism of the huge insect tide, the bodies of the painter, the starving ghost, Wang Qiang and Zheng Kai were slowly submerged, and no exposed parts could be seen.
Seeing this, Yu Qingnian no longer planned to care about the painter and the starving ghost. Anyway, under the curse of so many bugs, the painter's forced two-dimensionality cannot last long, and he will die sooner or later.
Yu Qingnian looked at the blood pool again.
"The blood of good men."
"It's a disgusting and fascinating smell!" Yu Qingnian's eyes flashed with fire. A part of the insect tide separated and jumped into the blood pool. The curse of the insects once again began to pollute the blood in the swimming pool.
Yu Qingnian needs this pool of blood very much, because this blood is not ordinary blood, but blood full of good intentions. When it is contaminated into the blood of malice, he can drink up all the blood and use his strength again. Improve it some.
Mere malice is not scarce. Because everyone has evil. But the change from good intentions to bad intentions is extremely precious.
Yu Qingnian had never thought before that Wang Qiang actually made such a large pool of special blood in the shepherd's room, giving him an advantage in vain.
the other side. The painter, who was overwhelmed by the insect tide, felt that the power of his taboo could no longer be withheld. Bugs are secondary!
The key is the curse. The painter's forbidden power is tainted by these curses. The effect of forced two-dimensionalization is getting worse and worse, and it is almost no longer effective.
Even the painter is having such a hard time, not to mention the starving ghost beside him. The insects are contaminating the starving ghost with the curse and devouring the hatred from the starving ghost. The hungry ghost who was originally very thin is now thinner. Only the skeleton is left covered with a layer of skin.
On the contrary, Wang Qiang and Zheng Kai were unconscious. There were not many bugs on their bodies. Some of the bugs that crawled on them quickly crawled away.
"I'm really going to die here today." The painter sighed. No matter how strong his desire to survive was and no matter how many means of survival he had, he would never be able to survive such a desperate situation.
He is just a first-level, three-not-so creature. to be honest. The painter is just a strange creature with a rather special origin.
In other respects, it is exactly the same as a normal monster. Thinking of this, the painter couldn't help but slap Zheng Kai.
"Slap you to relieve your anger!"
"From the moment I met you in Guilou, my life has never gone smoothly." The painter said badly. The starving ghost has long been unable to resist.
What the painter didn't notice was that the blood from Zheng Kai's body dripped onto Wang Qiang's body, and the blood was being rapidly absorbed by Wang Qiang's body.
In Zheng Kai's hand, he was still holding the Knife of Kindness without a trace of white light. The dense cracks showed the knife's wear and tear. Many fragments on the blade had fallen off. The Knife of Kindness at this moment could no longer be called a knife. More like a piece of iron.
The painter's special taboo power has lost its effect. Gradually, the painter's body was also covered with insects.
Feeling the loss of hatred and taboo power in his body, the painter actually acted extremely calm at this moment.
It's just that he has some regrets. I was born with self-awareness from a painting by Qiu Jing, and finally became a strange thing, and even became a three-dimensional thing above the dead. But I didn't expect that in the end, I ended up being a strange thing to myself in this way. The end of life in the material world.
Suddenly, the painter missed his days in Guilou. It’s better to stay at Guilou! He is in charge of a large group of monsters, and from time to time he can bring in a few living people from the real world to enjoy himself. This kind of life is the envy of any monster.
The painter closed his eyes. never mind. Just die. tired! At this moment, Wang Qiang's body moved, and powerful hatred suddenly appeared, tearing all the bugs off the painter and the starving ghost. Green water poured down from the sky, making the starving ghost and the painter wake up. , but not a drop of this dirty green water fell on Zheng Kai.
Wang Qiang stood up slowly. His eyes stayed on Zheng Kai. To be precise, he looked at Zheng Kai's abdomen.
There was no good piece of meat left there, and there was blood and flesh everywhere. The beard trembled.
Wang Qiang's expression was very calm. The painter stared at Wang Qiang who stood up with wide eyes, the shock in his eyes was obvious.
Wang Qiang woke up. Not only the painter, but also Yu Qingnian was stunned. He spent so much effort to knock Wang Qiang unconscious in Slaughterhouse No. 4. Because he couldn't swallow the power of hatred and taboo in Wang Qiang, he accidentally found this place and tried to melt Wang Qiang with this pool of blood.
All developments depend on Qing Nian’s expectations. If it weren't for Zheng Kai's sudden appearance, Wang Qiang would have completely disappeared at the bottom of the blood pool.
But now, Wang Qiang actually woke up. How could he wake up!
