Shen Xing didn't have the time to worry about whether Mou Ling saw his black fascia protective membrane. The familiar feeling of heart palpitations had occupied all his thoughts.
He even no longer cares about what the ignorant person is now, and how the "consultant" should take the ignorant person's blood. He wants to deal with the imminent problem of the black domain messenger as soon as possible.
Although he had closed the black domain space just now, the black domain messenger, as a great power in the black domain, would certainly not be affected by this, that is, he might appear in front of him at any time.
At this moment, Mou Ling didn't notice Shen Xing's reaction, but picked up the piece of heart meat and focused on the ignorant person who fainted on the ground.
With his powerful inspiration, Mou Ling also saw the essence of ignoring the characteristics that overflowed from the human body just now.
She had some doubts that this was an abnormal characteristic, but she had never seen it before, so she was not sure.
I walked to the front of Ignorance, squatted down and probed this guy's nose, still breathing, just very weak. However, Mou Ling knew that even though Ignore people looked weak, they were always in an abnormal physique. No matter how weak they were, they were much stronger than ordinary people, and now they can't die.
When she was about to ask Shen Xing to take the ignored person out together, or to notify the person above to come down and clean up the scene, she was suddenly slapped.
Mou Ling looked back and saw that Shen Xing looked cautious and made a silent gesture to himself.
Immediately, Shen Xing grabbed Mou Ling's shoulders a little harder, and motioned her to stand up and be on guard.
Mou Ling stood up in surprise, and Shen Xing glanced around, lowering his voice and said, "Don't speak first."
After a while, he looked at Mou Ling, "There is an anomaly chasing me. It's very powerful, believe me, we two can't resist together, I don't know if it will anger you because of me, but now You are also very dangerous here."
"Who is it?" Mou Ling was surprised, and asked in a low voice.
Shen Xing was already looking away at this time. Not long after, his gaze was fixed on a closed door in the corridor near the stairwell.
Shen Xing didn't know what room was there, but at this moment, an extremely strong threat came out from that direction.
At the same moment, Mou Ling also felt this threat. Her communication was too strong. Not only did she feel the threat, she could even detect that a figure was approaching behind the door.
"There is... anomaly!" Mou Ling reminded immediately.
"You hide first." Shen Xing said.
His black fascia protective film was completely dark at this moment, already black and shiny, and it was obviously turned on to the strongest state.
There was no way behind him, the only way out was in the stairwell, and the doorway where the threat came at this moment was just close to the stairwell.
The storage room here is also on the negative first floor, but it is just opposite to the archive room. It has to go down another staircase, and there is no elevator installed on this side.
After hearing what Shen Xing said, Mou Ling did not move, but whispered: "Two people deal with it together. Sometimes one plus one may be greater than two."
Shen Xing glanced at her sideways and saw that Mou Ling still had that cold facial paralysis face, and his eyes were dark, matching the color of his own black muscle protective film, and he was looking at the direction of the door.
With a click, the door of the room was opened from the inside, revealing a pitch black, and nothing can be seen.
"Is that you again?"
A voice came out in a calm tone, followed by a rusty hatchet, and then a man who was thinner than ignoring people walked out of the room like a mountain farmer.
Shortness, baldness, and tattered clothes are his hallmarks, which remain unchanged for thousands of years.
He stared closely at Shen Xing's eyes, the corners of his mouth split open, and his lips seemed to reveal a weird red, just like wearing rose-red lipstick, which Shen Xing didn't notice when he met Shen Xing last time.
But at first glance, it reveals an indescribable weirdness.
Shen Xing did not answer his words, but softly said to Mou Ling next to him: "Do you have a pen with you?"
Mou Ling knew what he meant, and nodded slightly: "Yes, two high-pressures."
"Give it all to me. As soon as I do it, you will drag the disregarded person into the storage room at the same time."
Shen Xing's thoughts were very straightforward. If the envoy of the black domain was only aimed at himself, he felt that there was no need to involve Mou Ling.
Although Ignoring Man can’t get over the big waves in this way, he can’t be damaged either, so taking the opportunity of Mu Ling to drag Ignoring away, this person can be considered as hiding in the storage room if he is abnormal, and he has some security guarantees. .
If it were to be replaced by Mou Ling, the black domain messenger would not have angered her in the first place, but might instead use her as the target of attack.
At this moment, the short man stretched out his other hand and opened his palm to Shen Xing, revealing a piece of paper with the words "Ignore People" in his palm.
"this is yours?"
Shen Xing quietly accepted the two high-pressure pens that Mou Ling handed him behind him, and replied, "Is it yours?"
A faint smile appeared on the face of the short man, staring at Shen Xing and said, "Although your appearance is different from last time, I can feel your breath..."
At this point, the note in the palm of his left hand turned into dust in an instant, and at the same time he raised the hatchet in his right hand, and threw it at Shen Xing in the next second.
Shen Xing had been prepared for a long time, knowing that his hatchet was extremely sharp, and last time he was hit in the shoulder by the hatchet that came out of his hand.
He immediately took the initiative. The two high-pressure pens pressed the activation button in the direction of the envoy of the black domain, and the two sounds merged into one. Before the other's hatchet had not been released, the parallel arcs drew a profound in the air. The arc, all hit the black domain messenger.
At the same moment, Mou Ling immediately bent down, grabbed the right ankle of Ignoring People, and quickly dragged him into the door of the nearby storage room.
After one blow, Shen Xing did not hesitate, and immediately pressed the second button, and then the third time.
In one go, all three electric shocks were used up, and then the high-voltage pen was thrown away.
The strong electric light gleamed, flooding the dim light of the negative first floor corridor, forming a vast expanse of white.
Not only that, the position of the envoy of the black domain was not only surrounded by white light, but also white smoke after the electric shock, billowing upwards.
Shen Xing couldn't see anything in his field of vision. Even if the different pupil was turned on, he couldn't see clearly what the target was doing right now.
But in the next second, a rusty hatchet broke through the white smoke, whirled up and down in the air, and flew towards his head.
Shen Xing leaned back, and the hatchet flew over his forehead. The short man walked out of the white smoke. Smoke was still rising from his body, but it seemed that the high-intensity current had no effect on him, except for his bald head The only strand of hair on the top was a little messy.
After getting out of the white smoke, the short man kicked his feet, his body whizzing towards Shen Xing like a cannonball.
At this time, Shen Xing just avoided the hatchet. After his body straightened again, his arm was already grabbed by the short man who rushed over.
However, at this moment, he has black fascia all over his body, which is not only strong defensive, but also has an abnormally smooth surface.
The short man noticed that the palm of his grasping Shen Xing was slipping. He was a little surprised. He raised his left hand and grabbed it in the void. The hatchet that flew past rotated in the air and returned to his hand, facing the top of Shen Xing's head. , Slashed with a knife.
Shen Xing took a step back, but if the distance was too close, he would still be hit. He immediately bowed and slammed into the chest of the short man.
In this way, even if he will be cut, at least he must be injured at the same time.
There was a thud, and Shen Xing felt pain in his back. The hatchet didn't hit his head, but after he bowed, it hit his back.
Although the black tendons on his body had been strengthened a lot, at the moment when the hatchet was slashed, a small opening was still broken, and the tip of the knife was inserted into the meat about a knuckle depth.
At the same moment, Shen Xing's right shoulder was already firmly against the heart of the short man's chest.
The 30% strength of the slaughter body, coupled with the continuous strengthening of the black fascia protective film blessing, this collision will dent even if it is steel, and it can instantly hit an ordinary wall.
But after hitting the short man, it seemed that he had encountered a behemoth that remained motionless. All the power poured out, but it had no effect.
On the contrary, the strong and violent feedback made Shen Xing's body tremble suddenly, his whole body was numb, and his nosebleeds gushing out, but it was wrapped in black veins and did not flow out.
The short man threw the hatchet on the ground, grabbed his arm with both hands, shook him up directly, and hit him hard against the wall beside the corridor. This wall instantly collapsed part of the bricks, exposing the steel bars that had been bent inside.
After hitting the wall, Shen Xing fell to the ground.
The short man was expressionless, did not bend over, but slightly bent his five fingers, the hatchet on the ground was grabbed by an invisible force and fell into his hand.
There was almost no pause, the hatchet drew a sharp arc in the air, and slammed down against Shen Xing's face.
At the moment when Shen Xing fell to the ground, he had already taken out an arc carving knife. At this time, he poured in 2 points of memetic value. The moment the opponent cleaved the hatchet, he reached out and jabbed it up, impartial and contaminated. The memetic arc knife was directly inserted into the right wrist of the short man swinging down, and penetrated from the back of the wrist!
The hatchet fell to the ground, and at the moment when the tip of the knife hit the ground on Shen Xing's face, a spark came out.
The short man looked at his hand in surprise, as if talking to himself.
"Memes!?"
Although his wrist was pierced, there was no blood flow out, as if the hand was fake, and the short man himself did not have any painful expressions.
Shen Xing took the opportunity to get up and listened to Mou Ling in the storage room suddenly saying: "His weakness is the hatchet, destroy the hatchet!"
At the same time as there was a voice in the room, the envoy of the black domain suddenly turned his head to look at the storage room, and the expression on his face flashed by, revealing surprise, suspicion, and irritation.
He stretched out his hand and grabbed the handle of the carving knife, and at the same time, he held down the fingers of Shen Xing holding the handle, and a huge force pressed it down.
Even with the protection of the black fascia, Shen Xing still felt the pain in his fingers at this moment. He slammed the ground and let out a low roar.
The muscles of the whole body swelled up at this moment, and even the cheeks and neck were enlarged. A violent, domineering, raging, jealous, and cruel aura from Yao Tong's characteristics swept out wildly.
The muscles protruded quickly, the pupils of the eyes became scarlet, the bones increased, and the black fascia protective membrane that had wrapped the body was fully stretched.
Bang!
The carving knife was directly crushed into several pieces.
Shen Xing drew his hand, bent over and rolled on the ground, grabbing the hatchet that fell on the ground, pressing the handle of the knife on the ground with one hand, and squeezing it into a very fat fist with the other hand. After 1 point of memetic value was contaminated on the surface of the fist, one punch followed by another, and he smashed the hatchet severely.
However, this hatchet was hard in texture, and there was no damage at all for a while.
"Die to me!"
The black envoy's expression finally shook, and he rushed forward quickly. The palm of the dry hand stretched out and punched Shen Xing on the shoulder.
This punch contained the breath from the black domain, and instantly broke the black muscle protective membrane and the bulging muscles of Shen Xing, making the hit area all sunken.
The next second, this protective film covered Shen Xing again, but Shen Xing felt dizzy and almost didn't lift it up in one breath.
At this moment, the Envoy of the Black Territory suddenly felt a little strange, and when he turned his head, he saw a woman standing at the door of the storage room with deep pupils, staring at herself closely.
The effect of inspiration erupted, and he wanted to temporarily trouble the mind of the black domain messenger.
The Envoy of the Black Territory became angry from embarrassment, his eyes sharpened, and his gaze almost became substantive at this moment, and there was a kakaka condensing noise in the air, and went straight to Mou Ling.
Mou Ling was frightened and hurriedly closed his eyes, the creaking sound came to her eyes instantly, a puff of blood poured out of her mouth, and there was chaos in her mind, and her whole person suddenly languished.
The Envoy of the Black Territory simultaneously stretched out his hand and grabbed at the void, the hatchet flew up, and when he was about to fly into his hand, Shen Xing grabbed the handle of the knife in advance.
The hatchet trembled in the air, and the two forces silently contended. Shen Xing used all the strength brought by the black tendons, the strength of the body strengthened, and the maximum power after the violent rage.
Under the stalemate, the hatchet was still unable to be retaken and continued to be damaged.
After a while, while the hatchet was still trembling in the air, the short man stepped forward and slammed a fist on Shen Xing's chest. This area was directly sunken, and Shen Xing's body flew out.
The hatchet lost control and was grasped by the short man. At this time, the envoy of the black domain had a fierce face, angrily flashed in his eyes, and he glanced sideways at Mou Ling, who was pale and leaning against the door of the storage room. , I didn't pay attention to her anymore, but walked towards Shen Xing who was thrown away in great strides.
When he came to Shen Xing who was unable to get up, he cut off with a hatchet in his hand, severing the black fascia that was about to be completely broken, and nearly chopped off his left shoulder.
Raising the knife again, he slashed at Shen Xing's neck.
Shen Xing raised his head and stared at the rusty blade that was getting closer and closer.
Suddenly the corners of his mouth were slightly curled up, as if a smile appeared. In his mind, a paragraph of causal isolation quickly emerged.
[The death of Seed Lady II is related to me, and the deaths of other Seed Wives are also related to me, because the secrets in my body are worth protecting them at the cost of their lives. I must protect me from the loss of my life. . 】
Squeak —
A closed door behind Shen Xing suddenly opened at this moment.
The dropped hatchet stopped in midair, and the envoy of the black domain looked up at the open door.
In the next second, a beautiful woman wearing a black close-fitting pajamas, bare feet, black long curvy hair, and the amount of hair that made people creepy walked out.
With a fierce look on her face, she didn't even look at Shen Xing, but rushed towards the black envoy who was carrying the knife.
A lot of long hair gushes out, like a black waterfall, densely surrounding it, and the short figure is directly invisible.
This woman is precisely the seed-wife IV who has fallen into the "causal isolation" of Shen Xing.
Taking this opportunity, Shen Xing struggled to stand up, wrapping the injured body layer by layer with black fascia in order to recover quickly.
Staggered to the side of Mou Ling, raised her with one hand, and ignored people for the time being, and the two walked to the stairwell.
Behind him came a dense sound of broken hair.
Shen Xing didn't have time to see, he helped Mou Ling into the stairwell and immediately walked up. Mou Ling was a little awake at this time, shook his head, and whispered: "Can't go, you... put me down, I can... let him... Can't find me. Go away!"
Shen Xing was taken aback, and she was about to put her on the ground. Mou Ling's complexion at the moment was extremely bad. She immediately closed her eyes, crossed her legs, and did not move.
Not long after, Shen Xing saw that her body turned gray, and the whole gray piece was just in the blind spot of sight.
At this time, Shen Xing himself didn't move anymore, he stood directly in the corner of the wall, turning on his still invisibility.
In the aisle on the first floor, within about a minute, there was a screaming scream, and the seedpo IV turned into black dust and filled the air. Shen Xing fell into the black backpack there, the kind of wood carving of the Po IV was slightly slightly. shock.
A series of reminders popped up in Shen Xing's mind at the same time, but he didn't pay attention to it.
He heard the sound of the stairwell door. Not long after, the short man took the rusty hatchet and walked up the stairs.
There are still a lot of black hair on his body that are turning into dust and dissipating, but it seems that it can no longer affect his actions.
And Shen Xing also noticed at the same time that the black envoy did not stop when his gaze passed over him and Mou Ling.
At this moment, he seemed to not only see himself, but also to see Mou Ling sitting on the other side of the ground. (End of this chapter)