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Chapter 132 The Dangers Aren't Just About Suffocation...

[They're already so eager to get involved with me this early. It seems this forbidden item, which hasn't even fully formed yet, is even more impatient than I imagined!]

Thinking about this...

Erin breathed a slight sigh of relief.

The fact that "Suffocating Shadow" is so eager to deal with me means that I have made "it," which is still in the process of being born, instinctively sense danger and want to eliminate this threat by eliminating me.

This is actually good news for Erin.

At least, this indirectly shows that this level-two forbidden object, which is still in the process of being developed, is not as powerful as it has imagined.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be in such a hurry to deal with itself.

Before Erin could relax his tense nerves, his keen intuition, stemming from the clown, made the hairs on his body stand on end. The intense intuition made Erin feel a sense of crisis coming from all directions.

A powerful crisis emerged from all directions, leaving Erin completely unable to determine its specific origin.

at the same time.

Erin's heartbeat grew slower and heavier.

Prolonged lack of breathing and adequate oxygen intake caused a significant drop in the oxygen content of Erin's blood, making even her heartbeat increasingly weak.

At the same time, various symptoms such as dizziness, weakness in the limbs, etc. also appeared in Ailin and gradually worsened.

This is the second-level forbidden item, "Shadow of Suffocation," intensifying its influence on me. If I cannot find the other party to contain it or escape the influence of "Shadow of Suffocation" in time...

Prolonged lack of oxygen alone could kill Erin.

The Joker, Sequence Eight, does possess extraordinary abilities far exceeding those of ordinary people, but he has not truly transcended the mundane.

At the very least, prolonged suffocation could also kill him.

Sensing the changes in his body, Erin's eyes narrowed.

"It seems we need to speed things up and get this sorted out."

Just then, a pale hand silently reached out from behind Erin's blind spot and grabbed at Erin's waist.

Just as the pale hand was about to touch Erin's body, Erin, who should have been completely unaware, seemed to have eyes in the back of his head and suddenly dodged to the side with agility, avoiding the pale hand's attack.

Almost the instant he dodged the attack from that pale hand, Erin flipped his right hand, and a pistol slid into his palm.

Without even aiming, Erin slightly raised the muzzle of his gun and pulled the trigger.

next second.

A faint flash of light shot out from the muzzle of the silenced gun, shattering a piece of the skull of a corpse that should have been lying in the corner.

Brain matter, reeking of a strong, putrid stench, splattered everywhere instantly.

If Erin hadn't quickly found cover, he might have faced another biological attack from the corpse after just dealing with its kidney strike.

"What happened?"

"Why is this corpse moving? I just used my spiritual vision to observe all the corpses along the way, and they were all just ordinary corpses. They shouldn't have any supernatural powers."

Erin's face showed disbelief.

Continuously infuse your eyes with spirituality.

As more and more spiritual energy flowed in, Erin's eyes became increasingly deep.

Soon, he noticed something amiss with the corpse that had attacked him with its kidneys.

Even though Erin had shattered a piece of the skull from the corpse's skull, his dark shadow remained intact. In fact, the shadow was still writhing, trying to manipulate the corpse and bring it back to life.

"This is... a shadow?"

The Ping An Apartment was pitch black late at night. If Erin hadn't infused his eyes with enough spirituality to amplify his spiritual vision to the maximum, even the clown's keen intuition might not have been able to detect the anomaly on that inconspicuous shadow.

"Suffocation Shadow... It seems I underestimated this level two forbidden item. It turns out that not only suffocation, but also shadows are one of its abilities."

He watched as the shadow, writhing and manipulating the already split-open corpse, launched another attack on him.

Erin suddenly understood his previous doubts.

These corpses were still ordinary corpses, possessing no extraordinary power. The one that truly controlled them to attack was the shadow controlled by the forbidden object "Suffocating Shadow".

"Click click click..."

Just as Erin resolved his doubts, a sickeningly loud cracking sound echoed through the apartment building.

One corpse after another struggled to their feet in bizarre postures from every corner of the building.

Those faces, desperately trying to breathe but unable to, filled with despair, suffocating, and filled with pain and resentment.

It seems to resent that its body cannot find peace even after death.

Without exception, at the feet or on the backs of these corpses, there was a terrifying, dark shadow that made people suffocate.

Behind each of these suffocating shadows lies a faint, almost invisible thread, connecting the depths of this peaceful apartment building.

Thin, dim threads crisscrossed, like a giant, woven spiderweb, carrying a suffocating, oppressive feeling of despair. They manipulated the already dead corpses, their twisted bodies moving with eerie steps, like a tidal wave, attacking Erin from every corner of the apartment building.

Dozens, even hundreds, of corpses swirled around, turning this once peaceful apartment building into a sinister hell that had fallen to earth.

"Damn, how can so many corpses be produced by just one or two people dying every day?"

"Aside from the bodies that have already been discovered, taken away, and buried, there are hundreds of corpses in this Ping An Apartment building alone. Just how many deaths have those damned politicians concealed?"

Seeing the corpses tearing at their bodies unconsciously and stumbling as they swarmed in from all directions, Erin almost cursed out loud.

Without hesitation, he holstered his pistol and, with a thought, summoned the [Angel's Scepter] sealed within his arm.

While the bullets from the pistol could blow the skulls off the corpses, they couldn't harm the suffocating shadows that manipulated them.

Instead of wasting bullets on these corpses, it's better to summon something that can actually harm these creatures sooner.

no doubt.

The Angel's Scepter, imbued with the divine glow of angels and capable of doubling damage against evil creatures, is the best weapon in Erin's hands to deal with this situation.

(End of this chapter)