Soon, the translucent curtain wrapped most of the fat woman's body blocking the door and tightened crazily. The fat woman's huge and fat head gradually began to deform.
Her whole body exudes a large amount of sewage resistance, which is very corrosive. When the translucent screen touches the sewage, white gas immediately rises out, making a belching sound.
However, there are so many screens that even if they are corroded and ablated by sewage, they will be immediately replaced.
The fat woman's body was quickly entangled, and the whole body was wrapped together, making a giggling sound of the rope being tightened to the extreme.
The original fat man of four or five hundred catties, under the entanglement, gathering and wrapping of this curtain, seemed to be less than two hundred catties.
At this moment, the fat woman screamed, and once again seeped more black sewage from her body, which was so smelly that it filled the air in the entire bathroom.
The corrosive power of these black sewage is obviously much stronger than before. The curtain on the layer that is close to the fat woman's body will quickly corrode and melt, but the second layer of curtain immediately replaced the first layer, then the third layer, and the fourth layer. Cover up...
The fat woman's body is getting smaller and smaller, and she can no longer completely cover the door of the bathroom.
Seeing that she could no longer support it, Shen Xing immediately stopped the semi-finished wood carving he was carving, and threw the wood carving and carving knife into the black area. The whole person stood still for a moment without even blinking his eyelids.
The black curtain became more and more layer upon layer, wrapping the mother-in-law V's body, which had been infinitely squeezed into a small pupa, and dragged it out from the door.
Mr. Tear's figure appeared, walked sideways to the door, and turned his head to look in.
His body is still very clean, and the strange texture of clothes is not contaminated with the black sewage from the body of the seed woman V.
In fact, at this moment, the sewage has been impenetrable and has wrapped up a curtain of fear.
Shen Xing sat on the spot and didn't look at Mr. Tearing, because he couldn't guarantee whether the invisibly eye-catching gaze would arouse the other party's suspicion.
Mr. Tear stepped forward and came to the door of the bathroom. His gaze quickly scanned most of the bathroom. When he swiped across Shen Xing, he didn't stop for a while, as if all he saw was the white bathtub behind him.
Part of the black sewage remained on the floor of the bathroom, but it did not spread inside. It seemed that it was deliberately controlled by the seed mother and all rushed to the aisle outside the house.
Of course, there is not much sewage left outside the aisle, because when the fear screen dragged the seed mother just now, it was like a large mop, sweeping the sewage all the way.
For the effect of stillness and stealth, Shen Xing is still very confident. At least two times when he encountered the envoy of the black domain, he escaped the catastrophe by stillness and stealth.
Even the black domain messenger can't find himself, and even if the strength of this Mr. Rip is stronger than the black domain messenger, I am afraid it is not so easy to find him.
What's more, with regard to induction, at least Shen Xing has not seen an anomaly comparable to the Black Domain Messenger.
Mr. Tear slowly walked into the bathroom, but he just stood at the place closest to the door and looked at the corners of the walls on both sides of the door, but found nothing.
Immediately he walked towards the direction of the bathtub, and Shen Xing had already retracted his body on the side of the bathtub near the wall, motionless.
From the corner of his eye, he could see Mr. Torn approaching him, walking gracefully, the gap in his knee joints looming as he walked, and he could see the scene behind him through the gap.
Not long after, Mr. Torn stood in front of the bathtub, because Seed Po V was flowing out of the faucet of the bathtub, so he took a closer look at this place.
After watching for a while, nothing was found. Mr. Tearing retracted his gaze, moved past Shen Xing again, turned and walked to the door of the bathroom.
At this time, Shen Xing heard the direction of the bedroom outside, and the creak of the bedroom door sounded again, much louder than before.
From the side of the aisle outside toward the living room, the fat woman's screams came from time to time, but she had become weak, and after being wrapped in a curtain, the screams also seemed extremely dull, as if they were made in an urn.
Mr. Tearing came to the aisle at the bathroom entrance, with his back facing Shen Xing in the room, he turned his head and looked towards the living room, with a gentleman's smile, slowly raised his right hand, and opened his five fingers.
The huge curtain of fear that bound the fat woman tightly no longer tightened, but kept the current state and stopped wriggling.
Mr. Tear lifted his head slightly, hummed softly in the tip of his nose like a knife, and shook his open five fingers abruptly.
The curtain of fear in the living room smashed, and in the blink of an eye, it quickly tightened to the size of a fist with an unimaginable horror speed and degree. The fat seed woman wrapped in it directly made a popping sound, the whole body burst, and the sewage flowed. In one place.
At this time, Shen Xing had already taken out the backpack in the black domain.
There are also three wooden sculptures in this backpack, two from the seed-wife, and one from the black domain messenger.
He felt that seed mother V might not last long, and as expected, just as he took out his backpack, he heard a crackling sound from the living room.
Seed mother V died because of herself, in line with the logic of causal isolation, so at the moment when Mr. Torn was killed, all her characteristics were silently absorbed by the wood carving in this black backpack.
Mr. Torn squeezed his fist and closed his eyes slightly. There was a comfortable expression on his face, but the tip of his nose moved, but he couldn't breathe anything.
He opened his eyes in amazement, turned his head to look at the fist-sized fat that was wrapped in the curtain of fear, and the tip of his nose moved again, but he still didn't have the characteristics of a dead seed mother.
"Ok?"
Crunch—
At this moment, the bedroom door on the other side was fully opened, and a wrinkled head with the student's hair stuck out from the door.
This scene completely distracted Mr. Torn. He turned his head and saw a short woman in a Lolita dress walked out from the bedroom door. The woman's face was hideous, and her eyes were filled with unconcealed anger. The wrinkles on that little face were also trembling slightly.
She carried a flower basket in one hand and a pair of scissors in the other.
A strong, extremely cold breath rushed out after the bedroom door was opened, washing the aisle, and rushing towards Mr. Tear standing in the aisle.
Shen Xing couldn't be more familiar with this cold air. Although he was hidden in the bathroom and couldn't see the situation outside at the moment, he was very clear that this should be the last caste in the same caste anomaly—Old Loli.
Shen Xing may have some guesses about the strength of the seed mother VI, but he has not tested it specifically. In short, he understands that the strength of the old loli is much stronger than that of the fat woman, so that he can buy more time for himself.
In fact, when Mr. Tear was standing in the aisle with his back facing the bathroom, Shen Xing took out the backpack from the black domain, and at the same time took out the wood carvings and tools he had just thrown in, and continued to carve.
He squeezed his body between the bathtub and the toilet so that even if the other person turned and looked over, he couldn't find himself immediately.
In the aisle.
The old Lolita, who was already burning with anger, shook the basket she was carrying in her hand, and dropped a large number of tiny black spiders from it. This kind of spider did not know what species it was, or did not belong to any known species at all.
The whole body was dark, with long legs and small body, showing that the ground was densely covered, and then completely scattered, rushing from the ground and the wall to the people standing in front.
Old Lolita herself jumped to the ceiling of the aisle, reversed her body, and quickly crawled towards Mr. Rip.
After the appearance of these spiders, a lot of colder and colder air rushed out, the walls and ground were quickly covered with a layer of frost, and on the ceiling that the old Lolita had climbed, a layer directly condensed. After she passed by, the thin ice broke into pieces and fell down.
"Same caste?"
Mr. Torn turned around and looked at the almost crazy old Lori with a smile.
He knew very well that the fat woman he killed just now had the same surname as the old loli in front of him, and belonged to a very special kind.
But that’s okay. Killing will kill. The same caste is abnormally under the category of "behavior out of control", which is fundamentally different from the category of "death" under his control.
In front of these black spiders and the old loli above her head, she stretched out her hand, spread her five fingers, and once again gathered more than a dozen translucent black curtains of fear in front of Mr. Torn, a powerful fear pressure. The arrival caused a large amount of black spiders to move forward to a halt.
The old Lolita behind her was immediately driven by a cold air, and after stopping for less than two seconds, these spiders once again surged towards the man in front of her.
Not long afterwards, the spider met the curtain of fear, and a large number of curtains of fear wrapped the influx of spiders, but the long black legs of these spiders were so sharp that they could pierce the surface of the originally airtight curtain, get out quickly, and move on.
Although one curtain after another blocked the past and blocked most of the forward spiders, there were still a small number of them protruding from the encirclement at an extremely fast speed, and with one shot of their long legs, they rushed towards Mr. Rip.
Mr. Tear didn't step back, and even stepped forward gracefully, twisting the index finger and thumb of his right hand together.
Bo Bo Bo Bo Bo...
The spider that leaped over quickly broke apart when it was still in the air, one after another, making a slight crackling sound, and none of them could get close to him.
Seeing this, the old Lolita, who was still on the ceiling, raised the scissors in her hand and cut the screens that blocked most of the spiders. All these fear screens trembled and broke apart.
The black spiders that had been stopped came out suddenly, and one by one rushed to Mr. Rip.
At this time, Mr. Tear only used his index finger and thumb. It was obviously not enough. The five fingers of his right hand stretched out, and the body of the first large number of spiders broke apart instantly, and the volley was torn in half. It's a few dead bodies.
Immediately he stretched out his left hand and made the same movement, and again a large number of spiders broke and fell down.
However, after their bodies ruptured, they flowed out a lot of dark green **, these ** dried up very quickly, but they were very close to Mr. Tearing, and they were already close to each other's feet before they completely dried up.
Mr. Tear still didn't back up at this moment, those staggered joints tremble slightly, his whole person has been suspended, floating in the air in the aisle, his feet are not touching the ground at all.
The old Lolita on the ceiling dumped the flower basket in her hand again, and this time the flower basket had been poured upside down by her.
More black spiders appeared, fell from the sky, and fell towards Mr. Tear's head.
The number of spiders at the moment is more than three times the number of spiders close to him.
Mr. Tear's hands were pulled directly across the air, and almost all the spiders in front of him burst at the same time, because it was so uniform, the cracking sound sounded like only one.
A large amount of dark green ** sprinkled, but two layers of fear appeared in the air, intercepting all these **, wrapping them, and then tossing them away.
Old Lolita approached, hung upside down from the ceiling, and put the flower basket directly on the head of Mr. Torn who was close at hand.
As soon as Mr. Tear raised his head, he saw a strange green face in the flower basket. This face looked like a spider, but it also had some facial features. He was opening his mouth now, and it seemed that a thick liquid would be sprayed out in the next second. .
Mr. Tearing crossed his hands again, and the flower basket broke from it, including the face spider with its puffing mouth, which was also cut in half from the middle.
A large pool of thick green liquid fell, and was again stopped by the curtain and thrown down.
Old Lolita let out a hoarse cry, and threw herself in front of Mr. Tearing from the ceiling, and the scissors in her hand cut against Mr. Tearing's hands.
With a click, the hands that seemed to be able to control everything broke apart in an instant.
Old Lolita’s eyes were full of anger. With this series of hoarse screams, the scissors in her hand cut off the arms, legs, body and head of Mr. Rip who was suspended in the air.
The broken parts of the arms are divided into wrists, forearms, upper arms, and dozens of severed fingers. The broken parts of the legs include toes, soles, calves and thighs, while the body is broken into three sections.
Old Lolita's anger still seemed to be inevitable. She lay on the largest body of Mr. Tear, and jabbed vigorously with the scissors in her hand. She kept poking a dozen times in a few seconds.
Immediately, she opened her mouth, ready to eat these fragments.
At this moment, the old Lolita's back trembled, and the dozens of severed fingers floating in the air had torn apart her back unconsciously.
Mr. Tear's floating head was lifted slightly, the eye-catching tip of his nose was facing the cracked back of the old Lolita, and with a slight inhalation, a large group of characteristics poured into his nasal cavity.
Old Loli let out a violent scream, and she fell to the ground.
But when she was still in the air, she was grabbed by a large number of body parts from Mr. Torn, as if she was being framed, and another group of characteristics was sucked by the opponent.
A more painful cry sounded. Old Loli wanted to struggle, but her whole body was locked. Inside the broken back, a large number of black objects could be seen squirming, like spider eggs, but all black.
"It seems that the old loli can't stop it."
Shen Xing in the bathroom glanced at the woodcarving in his hand. At this moment, Mr. Tear's appearance has been completely determined. If it is replaced in normal times, this level of woodcarving can already absorb anomalies.
But now it's different, because Mr. Tear is obviously not an ordinary anomaly. What Shen Xing is most worried about is, if the wood carvings that are not well completed are taken out now, can Mr. Tear be contained smoothly
I can't be careless, I'm just about to start, I still need further refinement, I need more time.
Thinking of this, Shen Xing raised his head and looked at the black domain that had been open in front of him, crossing the hidden objects in the black domain, and gazing farther and deeper.
"Aren't you looking for me? It's you."
A piece of discarded wood was thrown directly into the depths of the black space by him in the hidden space. He didn't hear any sound of landing, but in the next second, a trembling feeling came from far and near from the black space. (End of this chapter)