Chapter 467 Test
The time is two o'clock in the afternoon.
The factory area had already fallen into a dead silence.
After years of publicity, the horror and terror of ghosts have long been deeply rooted in people's minds, and no ordinary person who is not afraid of death dares to enter this area.
Da da!
Da da!
In the midst of complete silence, only the sound of footsteps could be heard, slowly approaching from far away.
It was a person, or rather a corpse, with an expressionless face and hideous wounds. Every step he took was very even, as if measured with a ruler.
He walked in one direction at a leisurely pace.
…
"Its direction... is the city center!"
In the distance, on a hill, three exorcists gathered.
The one who spoke was Hawkeye, a middle-aged man with a hooked nose. His eyes were dark as if painted with ink, and the pupil seemed to have shrunk to a white dot the size of a needle tip.
Thanks to this vision, he can see through some special fogs, invisible spirits, and even... different dimensions!
But at this moment, observing the 'person' moving forward, Hawkeye felt a chill in his heart.
His cheeks drooped as he let out a hoarse laugh: "Just observing it makes me tremble with excitement. It is indeed a natural disaster level..."
Exorcists who take strange paths are not mentally normal, or in other words, they have lost all the emotions of living people.
Being excited is actually a good thing.
A young man next to him stretched out his right hand and touched his chin: "A ghost of this level... you can observe it, but it doesn't react? And... it doesn't seem to have generated anything like an alternate dimension..."
His hands are white and delicate, like jade. I don't know why he was nicknamed "Black Hands".
"I can confirm that it did not open the space..."
The only woman nearby spoke.
She was dressed in a gardener's uniform, looking like an ordinary flower grower who had just come from the botanical garden, with fresh yellow mud on her trouser legs.
"Gardener, you are a space expert. You have confirmed that the other party did not open a special space... I really don't know how to put it..."
Black Hand chuckled twice: "Maybe this time, we can take it easy?"
"If you have this idea, I will leave immediately!"
Hawkeye's body trembled slightly, but his voice was very calm: "Don't you know how terrifying the evil spirit is? Not to mention, this is a natural disaster!"
"Haha... I'm just trying to liven up the atmosphere." Black Hand laughed dryly and looked at the woman: "Gardener... I'm counting on you."
How to deal with strange cases mainly depends on the exorcist's adaptability.
The think tank at the headquarters can only give suggestions and plans at most Whether they are adopted or not depends on the choices of the front-line personnel.
"I think... the gardener should try to pull it into the garden first. Once we get to our territory, we can use a substitute to test the opponent's killing pattern. If it works, I can suppress it remotely. How about that?"
Blackhand suggested.
"Let's test it out first."
Hawkeye nodded.
Although he felt a little uneasy, he really couldn't let the other party move forward.
At the other party's speed, even if it is slow, it will take several hours to reach the city, and it is obviously unrealistic to evacuate in such a short time.
"Gardener, it's up to you."
Blackhand nodded and looked towards the simply dressed woman.
The gardener kept his expression unchanged as he picked up a shovel, dug up the soil next to it, and planted a black seed.
Bang!
The moment the seed was planted, it pierced through the soil and turned into a black iron vine. Like the tentacle of a monster, it continued to spread and grew a serrated mouth.
It circled around, opened its mouth, and spat out bright red exotic flowers.
As the flowers opened, a different kind of 'space' suddenly descended, enveloping the surrounding area.
The gardener stretched out her white and tender right arm. Her right hand suddenly cracked, revealing countless bloody holes, and merged with the plant.
On the hill, the three people who were originally there disappeared instantly.
In the factory.
Fang Xian still had no expression on his face and moved forward step by step.
puff!
The next moment, a large number of black iron plants appeared around him, blooming with gorgeous flowers.
The void around him was fluctuating slightly, and these plants seemed to form a huge mouth, trying to swallow him into another space.
He kept walking with a blank expression.
Bang!
The next moment, the tentacle-like vines were directly crushed by him. His eyes were dead, and he didn't even look at them, still walking in the predetermined direction.
"Failed..."
Within the special space, three people who were surrounded by a strange flower garden felt a sense of regret at the same time, but they were not too surprised or desperate.
After all, we are dealing with a natural disaster!
"My space... was forced out by him." The gardener shook her head. She manipulated the vines and flowers, trying to pull the other person back.
But before they could touch each other, they rotted and fell to the ground.
"This ghost is quite fierce!" Hawkeye's eyes were flashing with white spots: "Perhaps because it has no other abilities, it is concentrating on its own destructive power?"
"Then be careful, if it gets aggressive we might die!" Black Hand sneered, then patted his forehead: "Oh... I forgot we were already dead..."
After being promoted to the strange route, they have become very different from the concept of humans.
Even having your head chopped off may not result in death.
In a way, it can be seen as having died a long time ago, and now it is just a bunch of new 'weirdness' with memories.
"If you want to test it, at least there's a layer of insulation inside my flower bed, which gives you some protection."
The gardener suddenly said.
"Well... I'll do it then."
Heishu looked at his palm. A black vortex suddenly appeared on the originally white palm, like a black hole.
This is the origin of his nickname.
He once used this black hole-like palm to devour a large amount of weirdness!
This is an ability beyond the weird path. There was an accident during one of his promotions, and he had to accommodate traits that were not from the same path. He is definitely lucky that he didn't go crazy or turn into a monster.
Any strange things or even evil spirits that have been swallowed by the black hole in his palm will completely disappear from the world without leaving any of their characteristics.
At this time, the black hand stretched out his palm.
His right hand suddenly became nothingness, as if it had disappeared.
In the real world, a hand with a black hole on the palm suddenly appeared behind Fang Xian and approached cautiously.
"This feeling..."
Heishou licked his lips, his forehead covered with cold sweat.
At his level, he has a unique sense of danger towards strange things. At this moment, his feeling is... there is an unparalleled danger ahead. He is just like an ordinary person, standing in the center of the crocodile group.
"Hawkeye, get ready to pick me up."
Heishou bit his lip and had made up his mind.
His palm suddenly fell on the shoulder of that person...
