Global Weird: My Body Is Not Normal

Chapter 125 Rescue

Xu Yuan knew how terrifying the appearance of the door was for ordinary people.

Projection of the Blood Terror Moon.

The spread of negative power.

A strange sneak enters the door.

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

It's no wonder that the other party asked for help.

"I don't know where the door here will lead..."

I have entered so many doors, and each time I enter, the location 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.

The thick fog invaded the skin with a malicious coldness, and all kinds of strange laughter and very discordant rocking music sounded in the ears.

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

Only then did these escapees discover that they were not the only ones who had escaped.

"Brother Feng!"

It couldn't have any impact on him at all.

The duck clown illuminated by the light of the ghost lamp has disappeared, and an abstract duck pattern the size of a fingertip appears on the canvas of despair.

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

"The strongest one."

As she grasped the Blood Gate with her palm, countless pale paper arms emerged from the ghost coffin, pulling the entire Blood Gate over and slowly submerging it into the ghost coffin.

Looking at the empty surroundings.

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

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

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 dominated ghost power to go berserk, and finally be eroded back.

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

Buzz!

The sound of the roaring engine suddenly became louder. In 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.

"Walk!"

"Hehehehe!"

When Xu Yuan cast his gaze, his eyes suddenly turned towards him as if he felt something.

Xu Yuan transformed into an efficient weird detention machine and quickly imprisoned one weird person after another into the canvas of despair.

Driving with Blood Hate, twisting the accelerator.

This door is surrounded by a very cartoon rainbow-shaped door frame. At the top of the door frame is a clown's head with his mouth wide open and laughing maniacally.

It was also because of his appearance that many survivors in this area who had not been contaminated by the Blood Terror Moon had hope of escaping.

He didn't care at all what he was drawing.

Fortunately, Xu Yuan happened to have a private scene here, and there was a shortage of people in his private scene.

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

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

"Good boy!"

But then a figure rushed over and blocked them in front of the thick fog.

As a player with supernatural powers.

The one who reacted 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.

If you look closely, you will find that these bloody clowns are all the size of a fingertip.

At this time, the blood hatred has already fixed another green-headed turtle clown.

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

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

It made him a little confused.

"The first one!"

Before the last few paper mannequin arms were submerged into the ghost coffin, they gave Xu Yuan a thumbs up sign to show friendship.

At the same time, Xu Yuan unfolded the ghost coffin and released it next to the blood gate.

"Xiao Jin, Xiao Jin, you have to work harder. There are a lot of employees this time, so you have to resist."

"Just take a little risk~"

He was already prepared to make sacrifices and felt like he was jumping left and right in front of the God of Death.

These unlucky ones transformed by the Blood Terror Moon can just be captured and used as employees.

The bloody light cut through the dense dew and hit a duck doll painted like a clown.

A bloody light like a sharp blade cut through the thick fog in front, revealing the true shape inside.

"yes!"

In his perception, most of these red dots were pollution fluctuations released by ordinary people by the projection of the Blood Terror Moon in the sky, which aroused negative emotions in their hearts and eventually transformed into inhuman existences.

The style of the blood gate is a bit strange.

Turning the accelerator, Blood Hate accelerated, rushing towards the Dongbin City Shelter in sight.

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

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

The shelter is divided into eight blocks in total.

A young warrior was a little curious.

Xu Yuan was speechless.

So it goes all the way.

The transformation of human beings into weird things is an irreversible change.

"Okay, husband."

At the same time, the young man in the bloody light seemed to feel something, and suddenly lowered his head and looked in the direction of Xu Yuan.

This place has become a hell.

Because they have no confidence in escaping from here.

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

"Could it be him?"

The speaker was a middle-aged man with slightly dark skin. There were veins on his forehead and his eyes were a little red. He gritted his teeth and spoke in a trembling voice.

Ordinary methods cannot save them at all.

"What's the name of dad's dad! Dad's dad is called grandpa!"

"That's almost it."

Nourished by Xu Yuan's blood that fused the power of life and the power of soul, Xiao Jin, the incarnation of the canvas of despair, had long since lost all integrity.

"The clown is waiting for you here~"

"The three hundred and sixty-eighth."

But it doesn't matter.

Look at the dense red light spots and the green arrows that shuttle between the light spots on Xuehen.

Never vague.

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

"That settles it."

Buzz!

At this moment, the roar of an engine came.

However, these soldiers were not surprised when they saw their appearance. Instead, they handed them boiled hot water and clean blankets in a friendly manner.

A young man in military uniform sent a child out of the thick fog, but he seemed to be pulled by something terrifying, not only falling into the thick fog.

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

Many survivors, after discovering that the strange people wandering outside had disappeared, plucked up the courage to run out of their hiding places and followed the road to the exit of Area C.

It knew that as long as Xu Yuan wanted to catch it, it would put him on the canvas and be done with it.

"Hahaha!"

"It seems that in this case, I am the only one who can save you."

Despair Canvas' judgment of the picture depends purely on mood.

Ghostly black shadows flickered in the thick fog, and from time to time, death screams could be heard.

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

"Um?"

Through the thick fog, you can hear screams and screams coming from inside.

"Hey!"

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

"No but! This is an order!"

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

Xu Yuan was running in the thick fog.

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

"We can be saved this time."

It was a manifestation that contained a strong negative aura.

Yes.

As if he understood Xu Yuan's words, the little fat man in the lower right corner of the canvas made a muscle movement, and his fat belly turned into eight-pack abs. His fat round face suddenly turned into a JOJO face with thick eyebrows.

, looking invincible.

He didn't expect that this place would be polluted to such an extent.

"Wait! We have something to discuss!"

"But monitor..."

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

But he couldn't let these young people die.

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

At this time, this area was shrouded in thick fog.

His strength now is different from the beginning, and he can handle most dangers.

He knew who the big shots in the base were, but he remembered that no one had the strength to kill a weirdo with one blow.

The bloody light is like the preying tongue of a lizard, popping up and retracting from the canvas of despair like lightning.

The military orders prohibited those with natural instincts, causing several young soldiers to grit their teeth, stop, and raise their hands to salute their comrades who were sinking into the thick fog.

Both the front and back were covered in dark red blood.

"Welcome to the wonderful house of horror~"

"Am I saved?"

Not long after he disappeared, a blood rainbow fell from the sky and landed on the spot where he disappeared.

After finishing all this, he got on the Bloodhate, turned around and was about to leave.

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

It's called a shelter.

This choice is too heavy and too painful.

"Come on, come on~"

The ghost eyes on Yang Jian's forehead moved, but he could not find any trace of the hiding party.

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

There, there stood a half-open bloody door.

"The House of Horror and Miao Miao will bring you horror, but it can also bring you happiness~"

When they emerged from the thick fog, they saw a field of soldiers with guns and live ammunition.

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

While the ghost bride Yin Shuang'er grasped the blood door with her palm, the clown's voice in the blood door suddenly became sharp and frightening.

Buzz!

The intelligent Xuehen did not lose his temper. According to Xu Yuan's idea, he quickly rushed towards a red dot not far away.

The young man had more than a dozen bleeding scratches on his body and looked confused.

Behind him, there was a constant sound like the clash of teeth.

It's a pity that Yin Shuang'er on the other side of the ghost coffin is not in the habit of listening to this guy's nonsense.

"What are you waiting for?"

When several soldiers heard this, their eyes were red.

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

"Don't go!"

…

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

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

Area C will be closed soon. This area can only be exited but not entered.

The words were spoken to such an extent that even the fool could understand what they meant. At first, Xiao Zhantu looked at the light that had been swallowed up by the thick fog with shining eyes, his face full of admiration.

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

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

Xu Yuan:......

At the same time, a powerful pulling force came, and the soldier trapped in the thick fog was directly picked up by an invisible hand and thrown out of Area C.

In the clown's mouth, the characters "Horror and Wonderful House" were shining brightly, catching people's eyes, and at the same time, bursts of laughter and laughter continued to sound from the clown.

The next second.

However, when the blood-colored light shone on it, it seemed as if a restraining spell had been applied to it, and its entire body suddenly came to a standstill.

In fact, it is a quite small town. The town is lined with various buildings, and is surrounded by huge walls to form areas.

Behind the young soldier, a humanoid doll wearing a clown costume with a rabbit-like head was grabbing the young soldier's body with its clawed hands and pulling him back.

Along with screams, Xuemen was dragged into the ghost coffin.

Looking at the edge of the canvas, Xiao Jin stretched out his thick fist, punched the abstract duck to the corner of the canvas, and gave himself a thumbs up gesture. Xu Yuan grinned and looked forward.

In the bloody light, he saw a young man with an indifferent expression, and a bloody ghost eye on his forehead that was constantly turning.

The jet-black ghost hair shot out like bullets, directly tying the bloody door into a zongzi.

He also had no ink marks, and his hands were bleeding.

"Fun! So fun!"

Things happened too fast.

"A big shot saved you."

Looking at the blood gate, Xu Yuan laughed mockingly, and a large amount of black hair suddenly stretched out from the shadow.

Outside the door, several other response staff saw this scene, their eyes turned red and they rushed over.

"You are saved."

"It's really amazing. Is he already that strong?"

"Feng Jun is hopeless. If you go in, you will only cause more sacrifices."

"The House of Horror and Wonderful House? Anyone who is not twitchy knows that there is a problem over there, okay?"

"Hahaha! Come on~ Come on~"

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

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

"Big shot? Who is it?"

"No! Don't! Don't!"

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

Simple and crude.

"Is he... Xu Yuan?"

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

Through the ghost eye's perspective, he felt as if he was seeing ghosts and gods.

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(End of chapter)