Shen Xing now had no time to care whether Mou Ling saw his black tendon protective film. The familiar feeling of heart palpitations had already occupied all his thoughts.
He even stopped caring about the current situation of the Ignorant Man for the time being, and how the "advisor" should absorb the Ignorant Man's blood. He wanted to deal with the imminent problem of the Black Domain Messenger as soon as possible.
Although he has just closed the black domain space, the black domain messenger, as a powerful person in the black domain, is definitely not affected by this, that is, he may appear in front of him at any time.
At this time, Mou Ling didn't notice Shen Xing's reaction. Instead, he picked up the heart piece and focused on the unconscious man who fainted on the ground.
With his powerful psychic power, Mou Ling also saw the essence of the characteristics overflowing from the human body just now.
She had some suspicion that this was an abnormal characteristic, but she had never seen it before, so she wasn't sure.
Walking up to the ignorant person, he squatted down and explored the guy's nose. He was still breathing, but very weakly. However, Mou Ling knew that although the ignorant person seemed to be weak, he still had an abnormal physique. No matter how weak he was, he was much stronger than ordinary people, and he could not die now.
She was about to ask Shen Xing to carry the ignored person out together, or to notify the people above to come down and clean up the scene, when she was suddenly patted on the shoulder.
Mou Ling looked back and saw Shen Xing looking cautious and making a silent gesture towards him.
Then Shen Xing grabbed Mou Ling's shoulder and gave her a little strength, signaling her to stand up and be on guard.
Mou Ling stood up in surprise. Shen Xing glanced around and lowered his voice: "Don't talk yet."
After a moment, he looked at Mou Ling, "There is an anomaly chasing me. It's very powerful. Believe me, the two of us together can't resist it. I don't know if it will be angry with you because of me, but now You are also in danger here."
"Who is it?" Mou Ling looked surprised and asked in a low voice.
Shen Xing was already looking elsewhere. After a while, his eyes were fixed on a closed door in the corridor near the stairwell.
Shen Xing didn't know what kind of room that was, but at this moment, an extremely strong threat came from that direction.
At the same moment, Mou Ling also felt this threat. Her psychic sense was so strong that not only did she feel the threat, she could even detect a figure approaching behind the door.
"There is... anomaly there!" Mou Ling reminded immediately.
"You hide first." Shen Xing said.
The protective film of black veins on his body was all dark and shiny at the moment, and it was obviously turned on to its strongest state.
There was no road behind him, the only way out was the stairwell, and the doorway from which the threat came was right near the stairwell.
The storage room is also on the first negative floor, but it is opposite the archives room. You have to go down another staircase, and there is no elevator at all.
After listening to Shen Xing's words, Mou Ling did not move, but whispered: "Two people deal with it together. One plus one may sometimes be greater than two."
Shen Xing glanced sideways at her and saw that Mou Ling still had that cold, paralyzed face and a pair of dark eyes that matched the color of his own black tendon protective film, staring in the direction of the door.
With a click, the door was opened from the inside, revealing darkness and nothing could be seen.
"Is it you again?"
A voice came out, the tone was calm, followed by a rusty woodcutter exposed outside the door, and then a man who was even skinnier than the blind man, like a farmer in the mountains, walked out of the room.
His short stature, bald head, and ragged clothes are his hallmarks that remain unchanged for thousands of years.
He stared closely into Shen Xing's eyes, the corners of his mouth were cracked, and his lips seemed to have a strange bright red color, as if he were wearing rose-red lipstick. Shen Xing didn't notice this the last time he met Shen Xing.
However, at first glance, there is something indescribably weird about it.
Shen Xing did not answer his words, but whispered to Mou Ling beside him: "Do you have a pen with you?"
Mou Ling knew what he meant and nodded slightly: "Yes, two high voltages."
"Give them all to me. When I take action later, you will drag the Ignorant Man to the storage room at the same time."
Shen Xing's thoughts were very straightforward. If the Black Domain Messenger was only targeting him, he felt that there was no need to involve Mou Ling.
Although Ignorance Man can no longer make big waves in his current state, he cannot be harmed either, so he takes advantage of Mou Ling to drag away Ignorance Man. If this person becomes abnormal, he can be considered as hiding in the storage room, and he has some safety guarantees. .
If Mou Ling were to take action, the messenger from the black realm would not be angry with her, but might target her as well.
At this moment, the short man stretched out his other hand and opened his palm towards Shen Xing, revealing a piece of paper holding the words "ignore people" written on it.
"this is yours?"
Shen Xing calmly took the two high-pressure pens that Mou Ling handed him from behind and replied, "Are they yours?"
A faint smile appeared on the short man's face, and he stared at Shen Xing and said: "Although your appearance now is different from last time, I can feel your breath..."
At this point, the note in the palm of his left hand turned into dust in an instant, and at the same time he raised the hatchet in his right hand and was about to throw it at Shen Xing the next second.
Shen Xing was already on guard, knowing that his hatchet was extremely sharp. Last time, he was hit in the shoulder by the hatchet that came out of his hand.
He immediately took a preemptive strike, and pressed the activation button with two high-voltage pens in the direction of the Black Domain Messenger. Bang, the two sounds merged into one. Before the opponent's hatchet could be released, the parallel arcs drew deep arcs in the air. The arcs all hit the Black Domain Messenger.
At the same moment, Mou Ling immediately bent down, grabbed the right ankle of the ignorant person, and quickly dragged him in to the door of the storage room next to him.
After the first blow, Shen Xing did not hesitate and immediately pressed the button a second time, and then a third time.
It was done in one go, all three electric shocks were used up, and the high-voltage pen was thrown away.
Strong electric light shined, submerging the dim lights in the corridor on the first floor, forming a vast expanse of white.
Not only that, the location of the Black Domain Messenger was not only surrounded by white light, but also white smoke billowing up after the electric shock.
Shen Xing couldn't see anything in his field of vision. Even if he turned on his special pupils, he couldn't see clearly what the target's current condition was.
But the next second, a rusty hatchet broke through the white smoke with a roar, spinning up and down in the air, and flew towards his head.
Shen Xing leaned back, and the hatchet flew past his forehead. The short man walked out of the white smoke. Smoke was still rising from his body, but it seemed that the high-intensity electric current had no effect on him, except for his bald head. The only strand of hair on her head was a little messy.
After walking out of the white smoke, the short man kicked his feet and his body roared towards Shen Xing like a cannonball.
At this time, Shen Xing just happened to avoid the hatchet. After his body straightened up again, his arm was grabbed by the short man who rushed over.
However, black fascia is all over his body at the moment, which is not only highly defensive, but also has an unusually smooth surface.
The short man found that the palm holding Shen Xing was slipping. He was slightly surprised. He raised his left hand and grabbed it in the air. The hatchet that flew past spun around in the air and returned to his hand, facing Shen Xing's head. , slashed with one knife.
Shen Xing took a step back, but if he was too close, he would still be hit. He immediately bowed and slammed into the short man's chest.
In this way, even if he will be hit, at least this guy will be injured at the same time.
A cracking sound was heard, and pain spread across Shen Xing's back. The hatchet did not hit his head, but hit his back after he bowed.
Although the black tendons on the body have been greatly strengthened, a small opening was still made when the hatchet was struck, and the tip of the knife was inserted into the flesh about a knuckle deep.
At the same moment, Shen Xing's right shoulder was pressing hard against the heart of the short man's chest.
With a strength of 30%, coupled with the continuous strengthening of the black rib protective film, even steel will be dented by this collision, and it can crash through ordinary walls in an instant.
But after hitting the short man, it seemed as if he had hit a huge, motionless object. All the power poured out, but it had no effect.
On the contrary, the powerful and violent feedback made Shen Xing's body tremble violently, his whole body was numb, and his nosebleed gushed out, but it was wrapped in black tendons and did not flow out.
The short man dropped the hatchet on the ground, grabbed his arm with both hands, and lifted him up, slamming him against the wall next to the corridor. The wall instantly collapsed part of the bricks, revealing the bent steel bars inside.
After hitting the wall, Shen Xing fell to the ground.
The short man had an expressionless face. He did not bend down, but his fingers were slightly bent. The hatchet on the ground was picked up by an invisible force and fell into his hand.
With almost no pause, the hatchet drew a sharp arc in mid-air and struck Shen Xing's face heavily.
The moment Shen Xing fell to the ground, he had already taken out an arc carving knife. At this time, he poured 2 points of meme value into it. The moment the opponent chopped off the hatchet, he reached out and stabbed it upwards. He was impartial and contaminated. The meme-worthy arc knife was inserted directly into the short man's right wrist, which was waving downwards, and penetrated from the back of the wrist!
The hatchet fell to the ground, right on Shen Xing's face. The moment the tip of the knife hit the ground, a spark appeared.
The short man looked at his hands in surprise and seemed to be talking to himself.
"Memes!?"
Although his wrist was penetrated, no blood flowed out, as if the hand was fake, and the short man himself did not show any pain.
Shen Xing took the opportunity to get up quickly, and heard Mou Ling in the storage room suddenly say: "His weakness is the hatchet, destroy the hatchet!"
At the same time as the words came from the room, the Black Domain Messenger suddenly turned his head to look at the storage room. The expression on his face flashed across, showing surprise, surprise and anger.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed the handle of the carving knife. At the same time, he also held down Shen Xing's fingers holding the handle, and pressed down with a huge force.
Even with the protection of the black fascia, Shen Xing still felt the pain in his fingers at this moment. He slammed the ground and let out a low roar.
The muscles all over his body swelled at this moment, and his cheeks and neck also grew in size. A violent, domineering, violent, jealous, and ferocious aura from Yao Tong's characteristics swept out crazily.
The muscles protruded rapidly, the pupils turned red, the bones enlarged, and the black tendon protective film wrapping the body was completely expanded.
Bang!
The carving knife was crushed into several pieces.
Shen Xing took out his hand, bent down and rolled on the spot. He grabbed the hatchet that fell to the ground. He pressed the handle of the knife to the ground with one hand and clenched it into a huge fist with the other. He unleashed a violent jab, stimulating him again. One point of meme value was stained on the surface of the fist, one punch after another, and he hit the hatchet hard.
However, the hatchet was so hard that it didn't suffer any damage for a while.
"Die!"
The black domain envoy's expression was finally shaken, and he rushed over quickly, stretched out the palm of his withered hand, and punched Shen Xing on the shoulder.
This punch contained the aura from the black realm, instantly breaking through the protective film of the black tendons and the bulging muscles on Shen Xing's body, causing the entire hit area to dent.
The next second, this protective film covered Shen Xing again, but Shen Xing felt that he could barely take a breath and felt dizzy.
At this moment, the Black Domain envoy suddenly felt something strange. He turned around and saw a woman standing at the door of the storage room, her eyes deep and staring at him.
The psychic effect exploded, trying to temporarily disturb the mind of the black domain messenger.
The Black Domain envoy became angry with embarrassment and his eyes were sharp. At this moment, his eyes almost became real. There was a clicking sound of condensation in the air and he went straight towards Mou Ling.
Mou Ling was frightened and hurriedly closed her eyes. The clicking sound came to her eyes instantly, and a mouthful of blood gushes out of her mouth. Her mind was in chaos, and her whole body suddenly became depressed.
The Black Domain Messenger simultaneously stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air, and the hatchet flew up. Just as it was about to fly into his hand, Shen Xing grabbed the handle of the knife in advance.
The hatchet trembled in the air, and the two forces competed silently. Shen Xing used all the power brought by the black tendons, the strength of the body, and the maximum strength after the violent rage.
In the stalemate, the hatchet was still unable to be recaptured and continued to be damaged.
A moment later, while the hatchet was still trembling in mid-air, the short man stepped forward and punched Shen Xing's chest hard. The area sunk directly, and Shen Xing's body was thrown away.
The hatchet lost control and was caught in the hand of the short man. At this time, the messenger of the black domain looked fierce, with anger flashing in his eyes. He glanced sideways at Mou Ling, who was leaning against the door of the storage room with a pale face. , ignored her for the time being, and strode towards Shen Xing who was thrown away.
When he came to Shen Xing who could not get up, he slashed with the hatchet in his hand, splitting the black fascia that was about to completely rupture, and almost chopped off his left shoulder.
He raised the knife again and slashed at Shen Xing's neck.
Shen Xing raised his head and stared at the rusty blade getting closer and closer in front of him.
Suddenly, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, as if a smile appeared, and a sentence from the isolation of cause and effect quickly appeared in his mind.
[The death of Drunk II is related to me, and the deaths of other Drunken Women are also related to me, because the secrets in me are worth protecting at the cost of their lives. You must protect me and prevent me from losing my life. . 】
Squeak——
A closed door behind Shen Xing suddenly opened at this moment.
The fallen hatchet paused and stayed in mid-air. The Black Domain envoy looked up at the open door.
The next second, a beautiful woman wearing black close-fitting pajamas, with bare white feet, and long black hair that was so curvy and terrifying that it made one's hair stand on end, walked out.
She had a fierce look on her face and didn't even look at Shen Xing. Instead, she rushed towards the black domain messenger who was holding a knife.
A large amount of long hair poured out, like a black waterfall, densely surrounding it, making the short figure invisible.
This woman is none other than Zhong Po IV who fell into Shen Xing's "causal isolation".
Taking this opportunity, Shen Xing struggled to stand up and wrapped the injured part of his body with black fascia in order to recover quickly.
He staggered to Mou Ling's side, lifted her up with one hand, and couldn't ignore anyone for the time being, and the two of them walked towards the stairwell.
There was a dense sound of hair snapping from behind.
Shen Xing didn't have time to look, so he helped Mou Ling into the stairwell and walked up immediately. Mou Ling regained some consciousness at this time, shook his head, and said softly: "I can't walk, you... put me down, I can... let He...can't find me. Leave quickly!"
Shen Xing was stunned and immediately put her on the ground. Mou Ling's face looked very bad at this moment. She immediately closed her eyes, crossed her legs and remained motionless.
Not long after, Shen Xing saw that her body had turned gray, and the whole body was so gray, as if she was in the blind spot of her sight.
At this time, Shen Xing himself did not move anymore. He stood directly in the corner and activated static invisibility.
In the corridor on the first floor, less than a minute later, a shrill scream came. The Zhong Po IV turned into black dust and filled the air. Shen Xing dropped it into the black backpack there, and the wooden carving of the Po IV slightly moved. shock.
A series of prompts popped up in Shen Xing's mind at the same time, but he had no time to pay attention to them.
A sound was heard from the stairwell door, and not long after, the short man walked up the stairs carrying the rusty hatchet.
There was still a lot of black hair on his body that was turning into dust and dissipating, but it seemed that it could no longer affect his actions.
Shen Xing also noticed at the same time that the black domain messenger's gaze did not stop at himself and Mou Ling.
At this moment, he seemed not only unable to see himself, but also unable to see Mou Ling sitting on the ground on the other side.
