Global Weird: My Body Is Not Normal

Chapter 125
Xu Yuan knew how terrifying the appearance of the door was to ordinary people.

A projection of the Moon of Blood Terror.

The spread of negative forces.

A strange sneak in through the door.

A random condition is enough to make ordinary people die more than ten times.

It is no wonder that the other party will ask for help from him.

"I don't know where the door here leads to..."

Having entered so many doors, the location of each entry is different.

It seems that the position of each door is completely random, and there is no pattern at all.

Xu Yuan didn't pay much attention to this.

Now his strength is different from the beginning, and he can handle most of the dangers.

Turning the accelerator, Blood Hatred accelerated, rushing towards the shelter in Dongbin City, which was far away.

The so-called shelter.

In fact, it is not a small town. The town is covered with various buildings in row upon row, and is surrounded by huge walls to form a block of areas.

The shelter is divided into eight blocks in total.

The area where the door is located, in the lower left corner.

At this time, the area was covered by a thick fog.

Through the thick fog, shrieks and screams could be heard from inside.

"go!"

A young man in military uniform sent a child out of the thick fog, but he seemed to be pulled by something terrifying and fell into the thick fog.

Behind him, there was a non-stop sound of clattering like teeth colliding.

"Brother Feng!"

Outside the door, several other responders saw this scene, their eyes were red and they were about to rush over.

But at this time, a figure rushed over and blocked them in front of the thick fog.

"Don't go!"

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man with slightly dark skin. His forehead was bulging with blue veins, his eyes were a little red, and he gritted his teeth and trembled.

"Feng Jun is no longer saved. You will only add more sacrifices if you go in."

"But the squad leader..."

Several soldiers heard this, and their eyes were red.

As comrades who have lived since the opening of the server, let them abandon their companions.

The choice was too heavy and too painful.

"No but! It's an order!"

The middle-aged soldier shouted in a deep voice, he understood the psychology of the soldiers.

But he couldn't let these young people die.

Area C will be closed soon, and this area can only be exited but not entered.

"Yes!"

The military order prohibits natural people, and several young soldiers gritted their teeth and stopped, raising their hands to salute their comrades in the thick fog for the last time.

The soldier who was about to fall into the thick fog squeezed out a smile, and raised his hand to make the last military salute in his life.

hum!
At this moment, a roar of the engine came.

A blood-colored light like a sharp blade directly cut through the thick fog ahead, revealing the true form inside.

Behind the young soldier, a humanoid doll wearing a clown costume with a rabbit-shaped head is grabbing the young soldier's body with its claws and pulling it back.

However, at the same time as the blood-colored light was shining, it was as if it had been immobilized, and the entire body suddenly stagnated.

hum!
The sound of the roaring engine suddenly amplified. Under the horrified eyes of several soldiers, the upper body of the rabbit clown was directly hit by an invisible and transparent thing, turning into blood foam and spraying all over the ground.

At the same time, a powerful pulling force came, and the soldier trapped in the thick fog was directly grabbed by an invisible big hand, and then thrown out of the range of C area.

"Am I saved?"

The young man had more than a dozen scratches that were still bleeding, and he looked dazed.

Things are happening too fast.

Having made up his mind to sacrifice, he felt as if he was jumping left and right in front of the god of death.

It made him a little confused.

"You are saved."

The one who responded quickly was the older squad leader. He looked at the blood-colored light that penetrated the blood mist and penetrated into the interior, with an inexplicable look on his face.

"Somebody saved you."

"Big man? Who is it?"

A little soldier was a little curious.

He knew who the big shots in the base were, but he remembered that no one had the strength to wipe out a strange head with one blow.

"The strongest one."

Pointing to the sky, a relaxed smile appeared on the face of the middle-aged soldier.

"This time we are saved."

"Is it him?"

The words have been said to this extent, and the fool can understand what it means.At the beginning, the little soldier stared at the light that had been engulfed by the thick fog with his eyes shining, and his face was full of admiration.

……

"Hee hee hee!"

"Hahaha!"

"Fun! It's fun!"

"What's Dad's dad's name! Dad's dad's name is Grandpa!"

The thick mist invaded the skin with a chill full of malice, and all kinds of strange laughter and very dissonant rocking car music rang in the ears.

Ghostly shadows flickered in the thick fog, and from time to time there were screams of dying.

Here, it seems to be hell.

Driving blood hate, twisting the accelerator.

Xu Yuan galloped through the thick fog.

Look at the dense red light spots and green arrows that shuttle through the blood hate.

Xu Yuan was silent.

He did not expect that this place was polluted to such an extent.

Yes.

In his perception, most of these red dots are the pollution fluctuations released by ordinary people by the projection of the blood terror moon in the sky, which aroused negative emotions in his heart, and eventually transformed into inhuman existence.

"It seems that in this case, only I am here to save you."

The transformation of humans into weirdness is an irreversible change.

Ordinary methods simply cannot save them.

Fortunately, Xu Yuan happened to have a private scene here, and his private scene was very short of people.

These unlucky bastards transformed by the Blood Fear Moon can just be caught and used as employees.

With a thought, a palm-sized ghost coffin spit out from the shadow.

Xu Yuan opened the coffin lid, reached out and pulled the canvas of despair out of the coffin.

"Xiaojin, Xiaojin, you have to work harder. There are a lot of employees this time. You have to resist."

As if he understood Xu Yuan's words, the little fat man in the lower right corner of the canvas compared his muscles, his fat belly transformed into eight-pack abs, and his fat round face suddenly turned into a JOJO face with thick eyebrows and shadows , looking invincible.

"Good boy!"

Grinning, Xu Yuan bit his finger, let go of the handlebar with both hands, and let Xuehen drive automatically.

hum!
The intelligent blood hatred did not lose the chain, and according to Xu Yuan's idea, he quickly rushed towards a red dot not far away.

The bloody light cut through the thick dew and hit a doll duck painted with a clown.

The suppressing force of the ghost lamp was instantly generated, making the duck clown unable to move.

Xu Yuan also squeezed out a drop of blood at the same time, and quickly drew an abstract duck on the canvas of despair.

The blood-colored light, like the tongue of a lizard, popped and retracted like lightning from the canvas of despair.

The duck clown illuminated by the light of the ghost lamp has disappeared, and there is an abstract duckling pattern the size of a fingertip on the Canvas of Despair.

"First!"

Watching Xiao Jin stretch out his thick fist at the edge of the canvas, punching the abstract duck to the corner of the canvas, and giving himself a thumbs up, Xu Yuan grinned and looked forward.

At this time, Blood Hate had already fixed another green-headed turtle clown.

He also had no ink marks, and blood dripped from his hands.

The portrait of the green-headed turtle, so abstract that only he could understand it, appeared on the canvas of despair.

But it doesn't matter.

Despair Canvas's judgment on the picture is purely based on mood.

Under the nourishment of Xu Yuan's fusion of the power of life and the power of soul, Xiao Jin, the incarnation of the canvas of despair, has long since lost his integrity.

It doesn't matter what he draws at all.

It knows that as long as Xu Yuan wants to catch it, it will put him in the canvas and it will be over.

Simple and crude.

By no means ambiguous.

So go all the way.

Xu Yuan turned into an efficient and weird detention machine, quickly detaining one after another weirdness into the canvas of despair.

It is also because of his appearance that many survivors in this area who have not been polluted by the Blood Terror Moon have hope of escape.

Many survivors, after discovering the strange disappearance wandering outside, bravely ran out of their hiding places and followed the road to the exit of Area C.

When they walked out of the dense fog, they saw a group of soldiers with live ammunition.

However, these soldiers were not surprised when they saw their appearance. Instead, they kindly handed them hot water and clean blankets.

Only then did these survivors realize that they were not the only ones who escaped.

"The 360th is the eighth."

At the exit, Secretary Shi looked at the survivor who escaped from the exit, the grim expression on his face melted slightly, and there was a hint of relief in his eyes.

"It's so powerful, is he so strong already?"

On the other side, Yan Wan looked at the billowing mist with shock on her face.

As a player with supernatural powers.

She could feel how terrifying the thick fog within the door range was.

That is the embodiment of a strong negative atmosphere.

This kind of breath can not only pollute ordinary people into inhuman weirdness, but also activate the negative emotions in players with ghost power, causing the dominant ghost power to go berserk, and finally be anti-corroded.

This is also why the leaderboard players in the shelter did not enter the rescue.

Because they are not sure to retreat from here.

But this kind of corrosion seems to have failed in Xu Yuan's body.

It couldn't affect him at all.

"almost."

At this moment in area C, Xu Yuan looked at the few red dots on the resentment radar, and raised the canvas of despair in his hand.

This canvas made of human skin has turned into a rich blood color.

The front and back are all covered with dark red blood.

If you look closely, you will find that these blood-colored clowns are all blood-colored clowns the size of fingers.

Carrying the much heavier canvas, Xu Yuan put it into the ghost coffin.

However, he did not leave, but turned his eyes to the front.

There, stood a half-open blood door.

The style of the blood gate is a bit strange.

The door is surrounded by a very cartoon rainbow-shaped door frame, and at the top of the door frame is a head portrait of a clown laughing wildly with his mouth wide open.

In the clown's mouth, the big characters [Horror Miao Miao House] are shining brightly, attracting people's attention, and at the same time bursts of laughter are still constantly ringing out from the clown.

"Welcome to Thriller House~"

"Would you like to come here and play a game?"

"Just take a little risk~"

"You will be able to get rewards beyond your imagination..."

"Hahaha! Come on~ Come on~"

"The clown is waiting for you here~"

"Come on, come on~"

"After the game, you will understand the true meaning of life~"

"Thriller and wonderful house, it will bring you horror, but also bring you happiness~"

"What are you waiting for?"

Xu Yuan: ...

"The Thriller and Wonderful Room? Anyone who doesn't have a brain pump knows that there is a problem there, okay?"

Looking at this blood gate, Xu Yuan mocked with a smile, and a large amount of black hair suddenly protruded from the shadow.

The dark ghost hair shot out like a bullet, directly tying the blood door into a zongzi.

At the same time Xu Yuan unfolded the ghost coffin and released it next to the Blood Gate.

"Shuang'er, help me pull this door through."

Opening the lid of the coffin, Xu Yuan whispered to the ghost coffin.

"Okay, husband."

A soft voice sounded, and a slender jade hand with blood-stained nails stretched out from the ghost coffin and caught on the blood door bound by ghost hair.

"Wait! There is something to discuss!"

At the same time that the ghost bride Yin Shuang'er's palm was on the blood door, the clown's voice in the blood door suddenly became sharp and frightening.

It's a pity that Yin Shuang'er on the other side of the ghost coffin didn't have the habit of listening to this guy's nonsense.

As her palm grasped the Blood Gate, countless pale paper figurine arms also poured out from the ghost coffin, pulling the entire Blood Gate over, and slowly submerged into the ghost coffin.

"No! No! No!"

With a scream, the blood door was dragged into the ghost coffin.

Before the last few paper figurine arms sank into the ghost coffin, they gave Xu Yuan a thumbs up to show their friendship.

"That settles it."

Looking up at the projection of the Moon of Blood Terror, which was gradually blurring and disappearing without the support of the Blood Gate, Xu Yuan closed the ghost coffin and sank it into the shadow.

After doing all this, he got on the blood hatred, turned around and was about to leave.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt a strong blood light streak across a long trace, breaking through the air in his direction.

"Ok?"

Squinting his eyes, Xu Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

He saw in the blood light, an indifferent young man with a blood-colored ghost eye constantly turning on his forehead.

At the same time when Xu Yuan's eyes fell, this eye seemed to feel something, and suddenly turned to look at him.

At the same time, the young man in the blood seemed to feel something, and suddenly lowered his head to look in Xu Yuan's direction.

"Hey!"

With a slight smile, a layer of black flame overflowed from Xu Yuan's body surface, blocking this line of sight.

next second.

His figure suddenly collapsed into a mass of embers and disappeared into the air.

Not long after he disappeared, a rainbow of blood descended from the sky and landed on the position where he disappeared.

Looking around the empty space.

The ghostly eyes on Yang Jian's forehead turned, but he couldn't find any trace of the hiding party.

"Is he... Xu Yuan?"

Recalling the figure he saw just now, Yang Jian's expression changed.

Through the perspective of ghost eyes, he felt as if he saw ghosts and gods.

……

(End of this chapter)