Fading God Card

Diao Feiyang was relieved to see that the only Jiang Wenming who was not harmed by the connection was also murdered by the clown.

If he doesn't take everyone's life as his life, he can't even cherish his own life, right?

But Hua Zhong and Fan Yan's faces turned green. Wouldn't it mean that they had no chance at all?

"Young man, this clown's strength is very low, I will work with you to control it!" Hua Zhong shouted.

But just after taking a step, he snorted and covered his waist, only to see blood flowing between his fingers.

Although there is a white tiger to help him share the injury, the physical injury will not be transferred out, the fracture should be broken, and the bone should be cracked.

If he increases his movements, the bleeding speed will become faster!

Jiang Wenming glanced at it, took out a medicine bag wrapped in cotton cloth from his backpack, and threw it at Hua Zhong:

"There is medicine in it, find it yourself, I will deal with this guy first."

He caught the heavy medicine bag with a bang, Hua Zhong didn't say much, he lowered his head and began to search for it.

At this time, the others also realized that they could no longer let the clown injure himself, or they would all die, so they raised their feet and surrounded the clown.

"Catch him! Just keep him under control and we'll be fine!"

"All right?" The clown grinned, and suddenly squeezed out a card the moment Jiang Wenming approached him.

"Do you really think I'm so easy to bully? Skill Card: Laughter Bombing!"

[Laughter Bombing] Give out 20% of life to make the targets within the range fall into a state of endless laughter. During the duration, 5 points of life will be deducted every second.

With a bang, a huge jar suddenly appeared beside the clown, and he kicked it away. The jar was like a bomb, and it exploded into pieces all over the sky with a bang, and then released a large cloud of green The gas surged wildly in all directions.

In an instant, everyone including Jiang Wenming was overwhelmed by the green air!

"It's poisonous gas, everyone, don't breathe!"

"No, I can't! I can't do it without breathing. I'm in a state of laughter, ahahaha, what's going on, ha, ha, I can't help it! Hahaha!"

"Hahaha! It's time... to die haha, haha, this card...haha, it's too disgusting, haha, I can't move anymore, hahaha!"

The green air came and went faster, but when it dissipated, everyone around them squatted on the ground with their stomachs covered and laughed wildly, even tears and snot.

In this case, let alone catching a clown, it is difficult even to take a single step!

However, there is still one person standing in the field:

Jiang Wenming!

"You...fuck! What the hell is this?"

The clown was wondering, but when he looked up, he found that Jiang Wenming was wearing a big mask, and there was even a small oxygen tank behind him!

"Oh, what are you talking about?" Jiang Wenming tapped on the mask.

"A gas mask, the one with an oxygen cylinder, haven't you seen it before?"

I haven't seen your sister!

The corner of the clown's mouth twitched!

Is that backpack here a treasure bag?

Why have everything?

"You...you know my tactics?" The clown grinned and backed away.

The Laughing Fog can also have an effect on him, but because he has been exposed to it all year round and has a strong immunity, he is not affected much, so he can still act normally.

What's more, he is a clown himself, laughing is nothing to him at all!

But why was the man on the opposite side able to defend against his killer move twice?

Did he really see through himself?

Jiang Wenming wiped his glasses on the gas mask, looked at the envious eyes of everyone laughing wildly, and sighed deeply.

How could these people know the pain of a hapless man?

In the past, he had to wear a gas mask when sleeping at home. What he was afraid of was that the gas would leak out after he fell asleep, and he would die in his dream!

This is a painful experience after inhaling hyperbaric oxygen more than a dozen times!

funny?

He wants to cry!

"What tactics? Obediently stand there and don't move, wait for me to come over!"

Through the gas mask, Jiang Wenming's dull voice sounded, and the clown ran away as soon as he heard it.

"Idiots are standing here... Hahaha, come and catch me if you have the ability!"

Seeing that the clown was about to escape, the faces of the people who were laughing wildly changed suddenly. Even Hua Zhong held his stomach and shouted with difficulty:

"Hahaha, don't, haha, let him run away... Haha, our blood volume can't hold on! Hahaha..."

The clown's self-mutilation caused everyone to get a mid-level bleeding effect of five points per second, and after using the Laughter Bombing, the clown needs to consume 5 points of blood per second to maintain this BUFF, which is also hung on everyone. on the head.

In other words, everyone now loses ten blood points every second!

Ten o'clock is not a small number, so although it was difficult to laugh, everyone had to quickly find out the potion they brought when they went out, and began to treat them.

Chang Yong, who had less blood, fell into crisis the fastest, but fortunately, they leaned against the Black Fighting Society. As they have dealt with death all year round, they are very good at treating injuries, and quickly relieved their wounds by bandaging Bleeding state.

But there is no way to solve the problem of laughing gas, and still can only rely on medication and treatment cards to resist.

Of course, no one was affected as much as Jiang Wenming, but he had never strengthened his blood volume.

Although he solved the bleeding state with medicine, it still hurts to lose 5 points of blood per second with only 20 points of blood!

It only takes 4 seconds, and if his healing medicines don't keep up, he will be finished!

To make matters worse, he couldn't drink the medicine because he was wearing a gas mask!

But when Chang Yong was worried, he found that the oxygen bottle on Jiang Wenming's back seemed a little strange. Why was there an extra one?

"Fuck! It's actually a medicine pot!"

Seeing that Jiang Wenming's blood volume returned to full as soon as it dropped, Chang Yong understood what was going on on the spot.

One of the emotional jars contained recovery medicine, Jiang Wenming would take a sip as soon as the blood was gone?

It's still an extremely expensive battle recovery medicine!

this……

What kind of person is this horse riding man, how can he even think of this!

Jiang Wenming glanced back at the crowd, knowing that he couldn't delay any longer, he chased after the clown in a few steps.

Don't look at the clown wearing a big leather shoe, he runs really fast and his movements are very sensitive.

It seems that he has fully used his escape talent without attacking!

pity,

What he met was a guy who could even dodge a car accident with his body!

Compared with Jiang Wenming, who practiced with his life as a bet, he was still a little behind.

Just as the clown was kicking his legs, secretly proud of his awesome running speed, a familiar whistling sound suddenly came from behind his head.

He looked back and saw Jiang Wenming was following him, and a big stick was getting bigger and bigger before his eyes.

"Fuck!"