“Ku, you’re in a hurry, Hajimi Maside~ (Hi, first time meeting)”
The girl’s voice was very sweet, and the netizens in the live broadcast room turned into hungry wolves, screaming.
But after Wu Jian heard the voice from the phone, his face became even colder.
“The weird power transmitted through the voice, what do you want to do?”
Lightly exhaling a breath of white mist, Wu Jian silently took out the broken sword from his backpack, catching the strange power hidden in the voice.
With the help of the Trickmaster Forum, he easily brought this broken sword, which obviously did not conform to the rules, onto the high-speed rail.
Now, the sword looks like it’s about to see blood again.
Looking at the camera moving away again, Wu Jian did not directly stab the girl from the island country to death with the broken sword, but chose to observe.
The strange power released by this island girl just now is not strong.
Cannot cause effective harm to humans.
But the weird power cannot be viewed with common sense at all. Sometimes, some inconspicuous power will transform into a terrible attack that kills people when certain conditions are met.
This is the weird killing rule.
At this time, the anchor in the live broadcast room has come to a restaurant with his sister, and you and I have a meal there.
The audience in the live broadcast room couldn’t wait any longer.
[Fuck! I’m not here to watch you show your affection, I want to get in the car! Hurry up and drive me! 】
[What the hell! Why should I come to eat your dog food! It’s enough of an annoyance! 】
[The sour smell of love! It’s disgusting, the truth chopped up this couple of dogs and men! 】
【right! Chopped! Chop up all the dogs and men! 】
Looking at the beating comments, Wu Jian felt something was wrong.
He could feel the rhetoric growing hotter with the comments.
The strange power bound in the ghost mist also began to swell.
This strange force seems to have absorbed some kind of energy and is constantly proliferating.
【Buzz! 】
[Okay, you have work to do. 】
[The person in front of me is a strange master, that’s right, she is using her strange power to steal the soul of the unlucky guy who has been implanted with the strange seed. 】
[This phenomenon is called spiritual infection, when the infected person’s emotions reach their peak. 】
[They will become weird ghost slaves. 】
【This is a special ritual. In this way, the master of strangeness can please the strangeness in his body to steal the power of strangeness and improve the degree of control. 】
【Unfortunately, she met you today. 】
“Ritual? Is it something similar to a ritual?”
Wu Jian looked at the reminder of the Era, and remembered the ritual called worshiping the gods in the mall.
That ritual can make people control the strangeness more smoothly.
And this ritual is to steal more weird powers by releasing the weird seeds.
“It seems that there are really enough hidden secrets in this world.”
Feeling the restless and strange aura in the ghost fog, Wu Jian indifferently raised the broken sword in his hand.
He is not some saint.
No interest in saving the world.
But as a Chinese.
He couldn’t see the little devil making his mind on the people of his own country.
“Die.”
The pupils contracted, and the strange power of Broken Sword rose.
Through the power of ghost mist, he was connected with this strange species.
medium, appeared.
“ah!”
The island girl who was joking with the host in the live broadcast room suddenly let out a scream and stood up abruptly.
She clutched her chest, her little face turned pale, and she looked around in horror.
“Da baa! Da baa! Ya butterfly!”
“Kazuko? What’s the matter?”
Seeing the appearance of the girl from the island country, the anchor hurriedly walked over nervously, trying to comfort her.
“Go away! You disgusting maggot!”
Hezi, who was smiling at Qianxi at first, pushed the anchor away, and cursed at him with a distorted face.
?
The host was also dumbfounded.
Obviously Hezi just now looked like a little bird clinging to others.
Why did his face become distorted in an instant, with hideous eyebrows, and he looked like a master of beauty?
Which is the real her!
puff!
Before the anchor could understand the question, he heard a muffled sound coming from Hezi.
Hot blood gushed out from Kazuko’s chest, and a few drops even splashed on his face and body.
“Dead, dead, dead!”
Staring blankly at the scene of Hezi rolling his eyes and falling to the ground, the anchor felt his legs go weak, and a chill rose from his chrysanthemum to his forehead.
He took two steps back trembling, and let out a scream.
His scream was like a signal.
The guests in the restaurant screamed and ran towards the door.
[Fuck! what’s the situation? Dead man! 】
[What’s wrong, why did I feel an unknown fire in my heart just now, and seeing the picture of the dead is actually a bit refreshing? what happened! 】
[Fuck, the island country is too evil, and there are people who die out of thin air? 】
[The live broadcast room has been banned. 】
A few bullet screens just popped up, and the live broadcast room turned into a black screen.
Wu Jian looked at the strange aura that had disintegrated, dissipating the power of the ghost fog.
After being hit by a broken sword, the girls of this island country will be crippled if they don’t die.
Moreover, Wu Jian could feel that the strange seeds she released were all withered and decayed because of this sword, without the power of evil.
