"Violence is really effective sometimes. No wonder great men would say that political power comes from the barrel of a gun." In the office of a highway toll station office building, an alternative young man with parted hair in the middle, wearing a Chinese tunic suit and a particularly fair complexion

, looking at the materials in his hands, he smiled bitterly.

"Ever since that scary guy integrated the two villages through force and cleverness, a situation of mutual help and mutual benefit has actually opened up. It would be better if there were no such statues erected at the head of Lijia Village." Mao Zedong Suit

The young man seemed to have thought of something and sighed helplessly. Because that statue would also remind him of his previous terrifying experience.

The statue in his mouth is a handsome man with the image of his summoned object.

There is nothing wrong with a handsome man. But the portrayal of his summoned object is very ferocious.

It was a monster with a Chinese character face. There were two black eye sockets at the eyes. Looking carefully, it seemed that they were two extremely black cyclones that replaced the eyeballs. Where the nose was supposed to be, there were only two vertical ones.

The two fangs, from bottom to top, pushed out of the bloody mouth.

Its body is pear-shaped, with a protruding abdomen. It looks like the belly of a middle-aged man who has been nourished by beer for many years. The proportion of his lower limbs is obviously shorter than his hands. Of course, the claws with sharp nails can be called hands.

This summoned creature made a weird smile. In its giant claws, it held the head of a person with a painful expression. The body of this person with a painful expression was incomplete. At the feet of the monster, there were corpses and human body parts.

portrayal of the image.

"He's not that handsome, he's obviously ordinary." The young man in Mao suit seemed to have thought of something else and said something to complain about.

"Forget it, life is unsatisfactory, nine out of ten times." The man smiled bitterly and shook his head, comforting himself.

"But the name of the Evil Ghost Cult is too unpleasant, isn't it? Those guys in Lijiacun." The young man in Mao suit continued to complain.

"While the young man in Chinese tunic was immersed in his thoughts, there was a knock on the door."

"Come in." The young man in Mao suit hurriedly straightened his collar, and then made his already upright sitting posture even more upright.

"Wang, Wang, Brother Wang, good, good, good news." A sloppy-looking fat man walked into the office panting.

"Speak slowly. Wei, I'm not talking about you. You should pay attention to your image. Don't look sloppy every day." The young man in Mao suit sighed helplessly, troubled by the slovenliness of his subordinates.

"No, no, king." The sloppy fat man became anxious and stuttered more and more.

"Brother Wei, take a rest and let me talk." The smart man behind the sloppy fat man couldn't help himself when he saw that he was worried.

"Okay, you," the young man in Chinese tunic said.

"There is a vaccine! Our soldiers have produced a vaccine!" However, the sloppy fat man interrupted the young man in Mao suit and shouted loudly.

"!" The young man in Chinese tunic suit and the smart man were dumbfounded because the sloppy fat man in front of them actually spoke a complete sentence fluently.

The sloppy fat man who didn't know what was going on looked at the young man in Mao suit and the smart man who were in the state of stone carvings with a black question mark face.

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a small town

"Mom, I feel so uncomfortable." The boy was lying on the bed with a wet towel dipped in cold water on his forehead.

"You deserve it! Who told you to only care about your demeanor and not your temperature in such a cold weather! Do you have a cold?" The mother beside the bed said something to bury the other person. However, her face was full of distress.

"Cough, cough, cough!" The boy was about to speak, but was stopped by a cough caused by the itching in his throat. But after the cough, the pain from redness, swelling and inflammation came back to his throat. Moreover, the thick mucus stuck in his throat

Phlegm is so thick that it cannot be coughed up.

Therefore, the boy's cough is very much like the sound of a toad.

"What should we do?" The woman, who is a mother, patted the boy's chest in panic.

"How about?" The man next to the woman frowned. He thought for a long time and seemed to have made a decision.

"Aren't you going to let that monster come over? I, I don't want it, cough cough cough!" The young man seemed to have noticed what his father wanted to do, and tried to sit up excitedly. However, he failed because of his physical weakness, and triggered a violent

A dull cough.

"Okay, okay, if you don't scream, it's just you kid." The woman quickly spoke to comfort her.

"Yes." The man was about to say something, but was stopped by the woman's look.

Then, the young man stopped. He only coughed from time to time. Accompanying the cough was the sound of difficult breathing.

Nightfall

The young man, who had fallen into a trance after sleeping due to a serious illness, suddenly had a premonition, or sensed something, and opened his eyes suddenly. Then, he faced the fear in his heart. Because there was a small eyeball floating in front of his eyes.

A big-headed monster with a shimmering light.

"Monster! Monster! Mom, Mom, come and save me!" The boy wanted to shout for help, but the thick phlegm blocked his vocal cords and he could only make a faint, vague sound.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I scared you. I, I didn't mean any harm." However, when the boy, who was feeling despair and fear, looked into the monster's eyes, he actually saw apology and sadness in the monster's eyes. At the same time,

, a gentle and cowardly voice sounded in the young man's mind.

"It turns out that monsters can also be sad and apologize?" Perhaps it was a little fearlessness caused by his serious illness. Thinking this way, the fear and despair in the young man's heart actually dissipated like an ebbing tide.

"You won't hurt, cough, cough, cough, hurt me, cough, cough, right?" The young man said so hard as he tried to overcome the obstacle of sticky phlegm.

"But, if I want to cure the disease, I need to give you an injection. This will, will, hurt a little. But, is it okay?" A timid and gentle voice, full of caution, sounded in the young man's mind.

"And, moreover, try not to speak in your current situation. As long as you think about what you want to say in your heart, I can use telepathy to receive what you want to express. Please, don't be afraid, this, this is just

A kind of special function." The timid and gentle voice continued to sound in the young man's mind.

"In that case, Mr. Monster, you didn't open your mouth, but I could hear what you were saying. So it's a special power?" The young man tried to think this way.

"Well, well. And if you don't treat it as soon as possible, your life will be in danger." The monster said telepathically.
Chapter completed!