"Tu tu tu tu"...
At this moment, Zhan Jingyi dodged left and right, successfully dodging the rapid thrusts of seven or eight tentacles before the last tentacle flew past his face.
The distance was so close that Zhan Jingyi could even see that the tentacles were covered with capillaries and had translucent skin.
Looking at the tentacles so close at hand, Zhan Jingyi's eyes suddenly revealed some cruel feelings...
Then, he suddenly opened his mouth and bit it.
A "chi" sound.
The "god" body and Zhan Jingyi trembled at the same time. The "god" body subconsciously retracted the tentacle and trembled slightly in the air.
Zhan Jingyi's face became extremely distorted, then he lowered his head suddenly and vomited on the ground.
"Holy shit, it's exactly what I thought, my mouth is full of the taste of rotten meat..."
"Even worse than rotten meat..."
However, what made him feel a little strange was that with the bite just now, in addition to the smell of rotten meat in his mouth, there was also an unspeakable blood rush straight into his inner abdomen along with the monster's breach.
This blood was very warm, and after entering his internal organs, it was directly integrated into his body. He even felt that his body seemed to be slightly stronger.
Then, he lightly slapped his mouth, asking you to be a bitch and bite it properly.
Didn’t my master teach me from a young age not to eat randomly?
But no matter what, I have tasted the taste of "god"?
Suddenly, he thought of his master, his previous conversation with Qin Hao, and those speculations that he didn't even dare to think about... Zhan Jingyi's mood suddenly became a little unpleasant.
However, he quickly adjusted his mood. He couldn't be distracted at this time. If he was distracted, he might die, so he quickly ordered himself not to be distracted.
Zhan Jingyi put the Tang sword back into the scabbard on his back, took out the gun again, and kept firing bullets at the monster. The pistol made constant noises, and bullets flew out one after another.
While firing his gun to attract the monster's attention, he quickened his pace and rushed towards the monster, quickly arriving in front of the monster.
"Swish" "swish" "swish"
The monster noticed Zhan Jingyi's arrival, and the tentacles from behind roared wildly. The next moment, Zhan Jingyi raised his right hand, and spider webs shot out.
These cobwebs were immediately mixed with the tentacles, and the stickiness of the cobwebs immediately stuck to the tentacles, and all the monster's tentacles suddenly became chaotic and tangled together.
With a good opportunity, Zhan Jingyi drew out his Tang Dao and rushed forward. With a swing, several tentacles were cut off and fell to the ground, twisting like snakes and squirming happily.
"What's with all these cobwebs?"
"Why can his knife hurt the body of God?"
On "God's" chest, Professor Li had an angry and puzzled look on his face.
He is not a mutant, but his research on spiritual power is enough for him to see clearly the reality of most mutant battles, and with the help of the power of "god", he can make plans to seize the advantage in the battle and ensure that He is in an invincible position.
But now, his "organized" brain was filled with chaos.
He didn't understand why his opponent had so many different and weird skills. Is the golden light flashing on the Tang Dao a spiritual power? How can ordinary mental power harm the body of God?
Why does the other party have such strong mental power, and he is not defeated even in the confrontation with the mental impact of the body of "god"?
Who is this man in front of me?
At this time, Professor Li suddenly felt a little regretful, as if he shouldn't have done this so recklessly...
But now, it seems impossible to start over again...
Do you really want to surrender without killing like this man said? ?
…
"Pa bang..."
While Professor Li's thinking was a little confused and the rhythm of the "god" was also obviously confused, Zhan Jingyi's figure flashed and he rushed over in stride.
He felt Professor Li's confusion, but he didn't quite understand where his confusion came from. But if the enemy was confused, it would definitely be good for him, so his mood became inexplicably good.
Zhan Jingyi quickly rushed in front of this "god", held his breath, then took out his gun, pointed at the "god"'s chest, and fired continuously.
"Zizzizi..."
A series of blue arcs exploded on its chest, and the "god's" mental protection was shattered inch by inch.
The last bullet finally hit Professor Li's face. Seeing that it was effective, Zhan Jingyi took out the shotgun again. The sound of "click" continued and he fired continuously until all the shots were fired. Bullets empty.
After the bullets were empty, Zhan Jingyi pulled out his Tang Dao again and began to chop at the monster one by one. He kept slashing until the monster turned into a ball of rotten flesh again.
"Is he really dead this time??"
Zhan Jingyi, who slowly straightened up, did not dare to be careless this time. He continued to stare at the pile of rotten meat with vigilance. At the same time, he pulled out another gun and held it in his left hand. He had a knife in his right hand and a pistol in his left hand, always prepared. He just didn't continue beating the corpse.
In fact, it can be confirmed that bullets have an effect on monsters, but it is minimal, and it would be a waste to whip the corpses.
"Better not get up...let me get off work."
Zhan Jingyi thought silently in his heart. At this moment, he was a little impulsive and even wanted to beg for it. Everyone was almost done, but if he did it again, it would be a bit too much.
At this moment, with a "whoosh", a blood-red tentacle suddenly emerged from the pile of flesh and stabbed Zhan Jingyi's head accurately and fiercely.
Zhan Jingyi did a backflip and moved some distance away, frowning at the same time.
At this time, Zhan Jingyi felt really angry. He had worked so hard, why didn't you, the monster, die? The monster that cannot be killed no matter how hard it is is really a bit scary...
...which makes me have to work overtime constantly!
...There may not even be overtime pay!
As soon as he thought about it, Zhan Jingyi's anger rose sharply.
…
"What are they doing? Are they demolishing the building?"
Inside the bar, the light of the candles trembled from time to time, illuminating the surrounding area.
Qin Hao's back was straight, sitting on a high stool, his hands were nailed to the table by the glass, and blood had flowed into two pools.
From time to time, heartbreaking pain came, tormenting him all the time. It hurt when he moved and when he didn't move. The sharp broken glass seemed to have flowed into his blood vessels along with the blood.
His two palms began to tremble uncontrollably, and each time they shook, the pain became worse.
Originally, he wanted to pull his palm out, but when he moved, he discovered that Zhan Jingyi's mental power was still on the glass. These two mental powers firmly imprisoned his palm on the table, making him unable to move.
Unless...he had the courage to risk serious injuries to his two palms, but he loved his hands very much.
Therefore, Qin Hao could only try his best to divert his attention and feel the changes around him to reduce the pain in his palms.
He was trying to guess what was happening below from the trembling on the floor and the faint roar that seemed to come from several floors away. A helpless smile appeared on his face: "That guy is planning to go there now." do what?"
"If Professor Li's experiment has been successful, does he think that this god's body can be killed with violence?"
"And what is that idiot Professor Li doing?"
“To this day, you still don’t understand what the true power of God is?”
"Surprisingly, he was forced to do this by an ordinary human being."
Qin Hao whispered to himself in a low voice. When he got excited, his palms trembled involuntarily.
Immediately, an abnormal pain penetrated into his mind, pulling him out of rational thinking.
It really hurts. I finally know what it means to connect my fingers to my heart. This kind of pain is really unbearable...
But as a mutant and a scientific researcher, he certainly knew that pain was just a normal reaction caused by damage to the injured part, which stimulated the nerves and was transmitted to the central nervous system.
It's not a big deal, although it does hurt! !
…
At the same time, in a certain city, there was a luxuriously decorated conference room.
"Ding-a-ling-a-ling" "ding-a-ling-a-ling"...the phone rang.
There were many people sitting in this unlit conference room, like sculptures, silent and silent.
After the phone rang three times, someone raised his hand and pressed the speaker button, and a male voice sounded in the conference room.
"It has been confirmed that Qingshiya's experiment of creating a "god" has been successful."
"As for stability, it is under evaluation..."
"In addition, it has been confirmed that Experimental Subject No. 1 has been resurrected from the dead and is now recruited by 502, codenamed "War King"."
In the conference room, sitting in the darkness, the statue-like crowd listened in silence. No one spoke. After listening to the report, one of them reached out, hung up the phone, and asked in a dull voice: "Let's just look at the bluestone like this." Success?"
A simple sentence made some people's bodies in the conference room move unnaturally.
After a while, a calm voice came from the darkness: "Don't worry, the gods of Qingshiya are not mature. Their delusions will be verified soon. This world does not have the foundation to create gods. We will follow our own plan." Just execute.”
Hearing this voice, everyone stopped talking. For a while, the atmosphere was a bit dull. Soon, another old voice came: "How to deal with the matter of Experimental Subject No. 1?"
This time, the darkened laboratory was quiet for a long time, until the calm voice came again: "I will handle it."
This time, there was no other sound. Soon, everyone stood up silently, passed through different doors, and left quietly.
There were four people in front and behind, and everyone protected themselves very well. Everyone wore a mask and loose clothes. Some even had the soles of their shoes deliberately thickened to prevent others from remembering their height and body shape.
After they all left, only one person was left in the dark conference room.
He sat in silence for a long time, then slowly took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and slowly lit it with a "bang" sound.
When the fire light came on, it illuminated his old face, slightly frowning brows, and a slight scar on his right forehead.
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