The black businessman's appearance has a characteristic, that is, his mouth is strangely wide. He is dressed in a black robe, and his head is wrapped in cloth, wrapped in a shape with two small bumps on his forehead, which looks like two horns.
The same was true for the black businessman who opened the door of the utility room. When the black businessman took a step in, he immediately noticed something strange.
In this small utility room, the wooden cart carrying the Nightmare Man's clay pot is leaning against the left wall.
But he was the one who pushed the Nightmare Man back just now. The wooden cart was obviously parked in the middle, so why is it now leaning towards the wall
The black businessman looked around, but couldn't even see a Zug beast, so he walked to the wooden cart suspiciously, and lifted the black cloth covering the Nightmare Man.
Still the same, the Nightmare Man sat in the mud basin, his back leaning against the wooden frame, his eyes wide open on his purple-red disfigured face.
But suddenly, the black businessman suddenly realized that something was wrong...there is no fixed iron frame in these eyes!
There is no longer only the blurred and cloudy eyes in this pair of tattered eyes, but there is a strange sharpness...
"I know you, you must be the one who pricks me every time." A deep voice sounded, it was the nightmare man saying.
"You!" The black businessman was stunned, looking at this face and eyes, this trash is not dead, his consciousness is still there, he is not dead, he has recovered! But how can someone's spirit be able to bear the release of a hundred such nightmare wonders, and they should be annihilated in the first one!
Just when these thoughts surged, it was also the time when the black businessman was about to scream.
A huge storm vortex rushed out of those eyes, as if carrying all the fear of Leng Yuan.
"Ah..." The black businessman could only hoarse for an instant, his eyes were flooded by tremendous pain, his entire face was distorted in pain, full of pain, he dug his hands away! He wanted to gouge out the eyeballs all of a sudden, but he couldn't gouge them out, the flesh was bloody, and there was a burst of crazy crying and laughing...
Digging, digging, the black businessman stuffed the broken eyeball he dug out into his wide mouth, crushed it with his teeth, and howled endlessly.
But there are still shadows in the two blood holes in the eye sockets, and my hands are still digging and digging in.
"Nightmare Man, Nightmare... Abyss..."
"You guys who do business should know that some accounts have to be settled." Gu Jun said in a deep voice, struggling to stand up again, "Usually I treat pain, but for you traffickers, it's okay to create pain."
The power of this spell is really not small, but the erosion rate has only increased by 0.1%, and there is no sense of mental energy consumption.
But the texture of his mental power is really different now, those nightmare energies make him feel like a nightmare.
He had just stood up when he saw two black businessmen appearing at the door, and they all looked shocked.
"My eyes are the abyss, and the abyss is the truth!" Gu Jun recited the mantra suddenly again, and the rhythm and power of each syllable were clear to his chest because of the parchment in the sea, and even he himself could feel a wave of incantation. The fierce force burst out.
The eyes of the two black businessmen by the door burst open suddenly, and purple-red worms wriggled out from the eyeballs.
"Ah!" The two wailed, and they both fell to the ground, frantically scratching their faces and digging their eyes, "Nightmare, nightmare..."
"Your nightmare spectacle special." Gu Jun murmured, maybe the blood in his body was flowing as fast as burning, and the erosion rate increased by 0.15%, but he felt that the muscles and bones all over his body were stronger, although they were still swaying. , but stopped.
He looked at the sundries around him, and found his small medical bag from a wooden cabinet against the right wall. There were three pieces of Kalop's dissecting instruments. They must have been packed by Zu, and they were sold together with him. Lost. He put the scalpel in his bag too, and stuffed it into his pocket.
He casually took a white mask from the debris pile and put it on. This mask only exposed his eyes, but the ordinary round shape fit his face very well.
Taking a wooden pillar of suitable height as a crutch, he walked outside with his feet dragging a pile of vines.
At this point, he must escape from the theater immediately, but if he can't escape, then kill him.
Just as Gu Jun walked to the aisle outside the room, the movement here has already attracted attention. There were five or six black businessmen running towards him from the other side of the stage. When he saw him, he was startled again, and without giving them time to react, he again Say that mantra!
There was a scream, and those black businessmen fell down suddenly, scratching and gouging their eyes, and there were also eyes born from worms.
The worms gnawed, biting thousands of holes, and the blood seeped out, carrying the worms to other places.
They writhed in the aisle, pain gushing through their bodies, more bites, more bugs.
The power of the dream world knows no bounds.
Gu Jun walked by on crutches, ignored the crying black businessman at his feet, and walked towards the stage. He didn't know the structure of the theater, and he didn't know where to leave. He only knew that there must be a door for the audience to go there.
There was a sound of more hurried footsteps, and another group of more than a dozen black businessmen came rushing.
Gu Jun could recognize that the black businessman who bought him from his ancestors was there, he seemed to be a leader, his face was full of anger.
"Hi, you guys." He walked around non-stop, while chanting a mantra: "My eyes are the abyss, and the abyss is the truth!"
The dozen or so black businessmen were still unstoppable, and they didn't even know what was going on, so they fell down in piles, making the screams in the theater even louder.
There were not only black businessmen in the aisle, but also a group of three passers-by who looked like ordinary spectators. They were all stunned, their faces turned pale, and they couldn't say anything...
That, that seems to be Nightmare Man, it's that suit... only with a white mask on it.
"Take me to the nearest side door." Gu Jun said as he walked towards them, "I want to leave here. Take me away, don't play tricks on me."
He didn't make any threats, but the three passers-by were so frightened that they wept and shouted: "This way, this way! Don't kill me, don't!" They stumbled forward, unwilling to look back, Those abyss-like eyes never want to look again.
"Don't play tricks on me." Gu Jun said again, but he didn't fully believe these people, and listened to the movements around him.
After walking for a while, he didn't go out of the stage, but he had already seen a door ahead, and the three of them ran out yelling as if fleeing for their lives.
And those panicked and angry voices were getting closer and closer, Gu Jun supported his crutches and walked quickly, knowing that he had to get out quickly, and it was not appropriate to cast another spell.
Because the erosion rate has increased by 2% and returned to 24.78%. If this continues, once it returns to more than 25%, he may not be able to walk anymore... and the dark power in his heart has been brought into further agitation, and he is losing his mind. …
When Gu Jun walked out of the entrance of the theater, he saw himself in a narrow stone-brick street under the dark night sky, and a few passers-by looked at him suspiciously.
Surrounded by tall black towers, the small streets in the middle lead in all directions, and he was suddenly at a loss, not knowing where to go.
At this moment, the voices behind him grew louder. There were black merchants' language and other languages. He recognized the voices of the buyers who wanted to buy him as a sacrifice. Those people didn't blink their eyes when they watched the spectacle. , it's not easy to deal with...
"Sir, come with us." Suddenly, there seemed to be a voice calling him from a street corner at the other end.
Gu Jun looked over, and his complicated and chaotic emotions suddenly arose. They were two of the group of people with the face of the earth, a man and a woman.
They spoke an unfamiliar language, not Chinese, "You are the same kind of people as us, right?"