I swallowed and killed gods in a strange world

Chapter 9
On the second floor of Shaxian snacks on Duandou Street, Makino put on the dark blue night clothes he had prepared.

Wearing black at night is more conspicuous, and dark blue is better, this is what Makino has learned over the past few years.

He glanced at the mechanical watch in his hand, it was 6 o'clock in the evening.

In about an hour the strange fog was about to fall.

After getting up and tidying up his clothes, Makino gave a thumbs up to the half-length mirror on the second floor.

He conveniently put on the windproof and cold-proof headgear that he bought specially, with only his mouth and a pair of eyes exposed.

"Even such a strict attire can't stop me from being handsome." Makino blinked and put on the windproof helmet, carrying the only watermelon knife and baseball bat at home on his back.

"Everything is ready, only the mist is missing."

Close to the window on the second floor, Makino secretly observed the situation outside the window. The wide Tundu Street was empty, and those who regretted their lives returned home early and shrank.

The whole city of Nanjiang was in turmoil, and only the intercity radio kept broadcasting various precautions.

[During the coming of the third-level strange fog, the general public should pay attention to maintain a peaceful mood, and be vigilant at all times and do not fall into sleep.]

At the intersection of Central Avenue, Fang Lei took Wang Chan and Yu Lei to stand by.

Shadows slowly covered the sky over Nanjiang City, Fang Lei glanced at her watch, it was 6:13.

The strange fog has descended ahead of schedule again!

Wang Chan, who was standing by the off-road vehicle, chewed gum and closed his eyes to rest his mind. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew by. Wang Chan couldn't help shivering, and subconsciously opened his eyes.

The surrounding environment became dark, and the strange fog surged in. Wang Chan took a step back subconsciously. He felt as if he had stepped on something. He lowered his head and looked carefully through the strange fog with the special eyes equipped by the guard. Stamped eyeballs.

After crushing it with his feet, Wang Chan could clearly feel a tiny particle in the white paste on his feet, which felt real to the touch.

Suddenly, Wang Chan felt a chill on the back of his neck, and the turbulent mist around him disappeared. He subconsciously raised his eyes to look at the vultures circling in the sky. Limbs and limbs are constantly rising and falling.

Wang Chan took a deep breath and turned his head away. From the corner of the intersection, there were corpses hanging in the middle of the square that should not have existed, like limp mannequins. The abdominal cavity of the corpse was roughly cut open by scissors. The dirty blood dripped continuously, gathering into streams of juicy streams.

Tick ​​tock.The sound of dirty blood dripping on the ground seemed close to his ears, and Wang Chan didn't notice the Wuxin ghosts slowly approaching around him at all.

He had learned in school that the mist above level three would captivate the mind and make people fall into illusions, but the successive changes in illusions really made his scalp tingle.

Wang Chan held his breath and swallowed, turned his head and said softly: "Brother Yu, is the illusion of the third-level strange fog so real?"

"That's right, this is the third level of strange fog." Yu Lei turned his head slowly.

Wang Chan let out a long breath, and cheered himself up: "Today is the day to make contributions, isn't it Yu?"

Before Wang Chan finished speaking, he directly confronted Yu Lei. There was no Yu Lei beside the off-road vehicle, but a burly white skull.

As for Yu Lei's originally reliable bronze-colored face, now there are only pieces of meat that keep falling and the right eyeball that is about to fall away, and milky white maggots are constantly crawling out of the empty eye socket on the other side.

The exposed bone of the chest cavity still has a trace of red granulation, and the densely proliferated bony spurs are like countless new teeth growing on the bone.

Bone spurs staggered and grew rapidly. The layer upon layer of bone spurs made the scalp numb. Wang Chan vaguely felt his wisdom teeth in the back molars tremble, as if they were about to pop out of the jaw. The root string also collapsed instantly at this moment.

"Brother Yu!!!" Wang Chan's roar resounded in the empty street.

Outside the window on the second floor of Shaxian snacks on Duandou Street, Muye climbed the downward water pipe and carefully closed the window of his house.

Wei Wu came early again, fortunately this time he was prepared in advance.

Hearing the laughter like silver bells coming from the room on the second floor next door, Makino was a little speechless, in vain calling Chen Lan as soon as he saw the strange fog descending, telling her to stay at home carefully.

It seemed that she was not the only one who was cautious. Chen Lan went upstairs and sealed all the doors and windows as soon as the announcement was broadcast.

After falling to the ground, Makino pulled out the watermelon knife on his back and was alert to the surrounding situation.

Rows of street lamps along Tun Dou Street were originally emitting yellow light, but suddenly turned scarlet when the strange fog fell, emitting a strange red light.

Red eyes are reflected on the oval light bulb in the lampshade, like the prints printed on the light bulb. The only difference is that at the moment when Makino appeared, all the eyes seemed to come alive, turning slightly, dying. He stared at Makino dead.

Makino closed his eyes and opened them again indifferently, the originally horrific scene changed back to the familiar Tump Street, and the scarlet street lights also changed back to the original.

But the strange thing is that there were eight more people on the originally empty Tundou Street. These eight people were all women, about [-] years old, and they all seemed to be in their mid-mature. Pale, trembling all over, her pretty face trembled uncoordinatedly as if covered with a layer of skin, as if the skin would fall off her face at any time.

Makino ignored the Wuxin ghosts who appeared on the street one after another, and concentrated on acting as a guiding light for Wuxin ghosts in the strange fog.

In a dark alley not far from Muye, a Wuxin ghost floated out of the black mist.

Taking a deep breath of the black mist, Wu Xin Gui drifted out contentedly.

"Blood food with so much energy and blood?!" Wu Xingui sensed Makino on the street before he floated far.

"Jie Jie" Wuxin Ghost's body covered in blood and flesh was trembling, and the pieces of flesh on his body kept slipping and falling to the ground and turning into black mist.

In the blink of an eye, the ugly Wuxin ghost transformed into a charming young woman and walked out cautiously from the alley.

"Ah, help. Somebody come and save me." The charming young woman transformed into Wu Xingui immediately changed her expression of shock and paleness the moment she left the alley.

It seemed that something terrifying was chasing it from behind, and the charming young woman threw herself straight at Makino.

Standing in the middle of the street, attracting the weird Makino nearby, he didn't respond to the Wuxin Ghost who was pretending to be a demon, and slapped Wuxin Ghost's head away with a backhand slap
Unintentional ghost: "."

"Made, these Wuxin ghosts always play this trick. They know that I don't like young women and don't change their tricks." As he spoke, Makino stretched out his hand to grab the headless Wuxin ghost, and a gray shimmer was caught by Makino. Grab it and stuff it into your mouth.

"The source of the weirdness +1."

"It's almost there. So many Wuxin ghosts have been attracted." Looking at the hundreds of Wuxin ghosts that were attracted by his unique temperament and crowded the Dumpling Street, Makino pulled out the shiny watermelon knife behind his back.

He stretched out his hand to restrain the Wuxin ghost who was closest to him, and asked fiercely, "Where is your boss?"

"Uh uh uh" The young woman transformed into Wuxin Ghost kept swinging her feet off the ground and looked at Makino in horror.

Makino saw that Wu Xin Gui also needed a voice from his throat, so he simply let it go.

The Wuxin Ghost, who broke free from the shackles, fell to the ground, shaking his head vigorously as his ugly body kept shaking off the rotten flesh.

Makino raised the watermelon knife, and with a flash of light, Wuxingui's legs were cut off: "You don't know?"

"Ho ho." Wu Xingui stared blankly at the legs that were separated from his thighs, his grimace changed drastically: "I don't know."

"You don't know?" Makino grinned, the watermelon knife danced again, and Wu Xingui's arms fell to the ground.

"I really don't know ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Wuxingui looked at his fallen arms, his whole grimace quickly twisted, and then its foul-smelling head split open, and a chrysanthemum mouth suddenly grew out of the crack, The other two mouths full of black teeth were nested, screaming in horror: "I don't know!"

Looking at the disgusting chrysanthemum mouth in front of him, Makino raised his hand and inserted the watermelon knife into Wuxin Ghost's mouth, stirred it vigorously, and Wuxin Ghost's deformed head exploded with his right hand, and the whole ghost's body instantly turned into black mist.

The probe grabbed the gray light in the black mist and put it into his mouth. Makino raised his head and licked his turned up lips with his tongue. Hundreds of "young women" were stunned in place on Tandou Street.

The moment Makino raised his head, hundreds of Wuxin ghosts retreated together, as if they had encountered some great terror, they all scattered and fled in all directions.

Makino didn't dare to blink, looking at the young women with different looks transformed by the unintentional ghosts scattered all over the street, Makino was afraid that if he blinked, these young women would disappear before his eyes.

All of a sudden, Makino moved quickly with his feet, and kept waving the watermelon knife in his hand. These "young women" were cut into several pieces by Makino before they could reach them.

While waving the watermelon knife, he reached out and grabbed the source of the weirdness left by the eliminated Wuxin ghosts and stuffed them into the mouths that were split to the base of the ears.

The words "source of weirdness + 1" kept appearing in front of his eyes, Makino was satisfied, and looking back, he saw that he had hacked from the end of Tuandou Street to the street, and the hundreds of unintentional ghosts fell down before he had put in much effort.

It's just that the eyes feel a little pantothenic.

Glancing at the Devourer who was still stuck at 99% progress, Makino quickened his pace and quickly left Dumper Street to try his luck elsewhere.

"Hoohoo!" Wang Chan, who was sitting in the driver's seat, was sweating profusely, and said in a trembling voice, "Thank you brother Yu just now, it's the first time. .”

Yu Lei, who was sitting in the co-pilot, shook his head and said: "Everyone has a first time, Zhang Yishan from the sixth team was scared to pee his pants when he faced the third-level weirdness for the first time, and was laughed at by those people in the department because of this incident A whole year."

Wang Chan's face was embarrassing, and he felt that he was in urgent need of a toilet. Although he was holding back, he couldn't hold it for a while and wouldn't get into trouble if he fought for a while.

Fang Lei in the back row was wearing precision glasses, her eyes were wandering in the black mist, trying to find something.

"Wang Chan, go to the center of the city. There are too many unintentional ghosts in the third-level mist. We must find the Nightmare Lord as soon as possible."

"Okay!" Wang Chan responded, giving up the idea of ​​going to the toilet now.

"Boom!" The roar of the off-road vehicle's engine roared in the strange fog. Wang Chan turned the steering wheel with his glasses on, and glanced out the window inadvertently.

A vague figure wrapped in a thick black mist flashed before his eyes.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" Wang Chan paused as he swung the steering wheel, and shouted anxiously, "What was that just now?!!"

Fang Lei, who was sitting in the back row, had a gloomy expression: "It's him?"

　The new book sets sail and seeks to be collected and pursued.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)