Chapter 426 The Secret Order of the Spring God

When Chen Yan looked at the monster, the monster also looked at him, stopped licking its brain, and said to him fiercely:

'Mind your own business!'

The voice was completely distorted and hoarse, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

Chen Yan looked at Paulkin Walker's thick dark circles and understood what was causing his mental abnormality.

This monster was only a threat, but did not attack Chen Yan. Chen Yan interpreted this as it had no ability to attack at all.

Is this a resentful ghost? Is it a corrupt undead? Or is it some type of monster that he doesn't understand?

Chen Yan didn't know.

But what he can be sure of is that this monster is very weak, and the "Law of Conviction" empowered bullets that can even be suppressed by superiors will definitely be able to cause effective damage to this monster - the Skylark-300 can explode with one bullet.

Monster's head.

He diverted his attention because he didn't want to conflict with the monster for the time being.

Taking advantage of the time when the monster was not enraged, he was thinking about one thing:

Is this monster an abnormal creature?

If it is an abnormal creature, if it is recorded in the notebook and uploaded before Sunday night, will it be counted in the performance?

If it is calculated into performance, how much money can be paid next Monday?

Fortunately, the recording on the phone is still on, and the threat of the monster must have been recorded. In this case, you only need to take a photo of the monster to prove that the monster exists.

If you can stay with Paulkin Walker longer, you may be able to learn more information about this monster. The more complete the information, the higher the performance judgment will be.

As for Paulkin Walker…

This guy looks pretty good, let's see if there's any way to save him.

Chen Yan thought for a while and closed the eyes in his skull.

After the spiritual vision was turned off, Chen Yan looked at Paulkin Walker's shoulder again——

The monster disappeared, and Paulkin Walker's skull was no longer damaged.

'I see.'

Chen Yan thought in his mind:

'The [broken brain] in the vision symbolizes [Paulkin Walker has been under a strong mental attack, so that the function of his brain is no longer normal].'

He turned on his spiritual vision again and saw that the monster was slowly and greedily licking the brain inside his damaged skull.

"How disgusting."

Paulkin Walker stared at the cultist with almost angry eyes, the expression on his face was twisted with extreme disgust, and his right hand on the pistol holster at his waist rubbed it repeatedly, as if he couldn't help but

I need to draw my gun and kill this guy.

"It's so fucking disgusting..."

Paulkin Walker couldn't stand it anymore and turned to leave.

"Go back and continue practicing."

He didn't draw his gun. Is it because shooting at guests is not allowed in the shooting club?

Others may be less restricted by the club, but for the resident coach, once he draws his gun and kills, he will definitely be fired... As for being beaten or being turned to the police station, it will not be more embarrassing than losing his job.

A person suffers.

Chen Yan wanted to leave with him, but suddenly saw the cultist standing there, looking at him with dull eyes.

"Holy... Holy Infant!"

The cultist spoke vague words and walked towards Chen Yan tremblingly.

Chen Yan's heart sank, and with a move of his right thumb, the Skylark-300 in his pocket was loaded.

The cultist stumbled to him, cupping his cheeks with both hands, as if he was looking at a supreme treasure.

"You are... the reincarnation of the Spring God!"

Chen Yan didn't know what he was talking about. He only knew that he couldn't let him talk like this anymore. It was already three o'clock in the afternoon, and there were more and more people in the shooting range. Chen Yan didn't want to cause any trouble because of the actions of this cultist.

people's attention.

Lure him to the bathroom and kill him with one shot...

A sudden voice from behind interrupted Chen Yan's thoughts.

"What the fuck is this guy talking about?"

After leaving and returning, Paulkin Walker finally couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed the cultist by the collar, and carried him towards the rest area like a chicken.

"Come! I'll show you what this guy is like!"

Chen Yan listened to the suppressed anger in Paulkin Walker's voice and followed him to the rest area. Paulkin Walker opened the small door of the single room in the rest area, threw the cultist in, and entered the single room on his own.

lounge.

Chen Yan followed behind and walked in, closed the door with his backhand, pressed the door lock, put his right hand into his pocket, and held the Skylark-300.

Paulkin Walker kicked the cultist to the ground, took out a small toast, and held a gun in his right hand. With his trembling left hand, he took out a silencer from his pocket, put it on the muzzle of the little toast, and pointed it at

The cultist was shot in the chest.

"ah!"

The cultist let out a heart-rending scream. The scream did not reach very far and was completely covered up by the dense gunfire in the shooting range.

Paulkin Walker stepped forward and tore open the black robe covering his chest, and Chen Yan saw the healing wound.

"Look! Take a good look at what he is!"

Paulkin Walker showed abnormal anger. The monster lying on his shoulder screamed crazily and licked his head faster.

"Ouch!"

Paulkin Walker seemed to go crazy because of this, and fired several shots at the cultist until all the bullets in the two magazines were used, and the cultist's chest was a bloody mess.

The monster on the shoulder leaned out towards the cultist and let out a "sad" low groan.

"Watch carefully..."

Paulkin Walker suppressed his violent breathing and loaded new bullets into the magazine with trembling hands.

Chen Yan looked at the cultist's chest and saw that the flesh and blood on his chest was squirming in an abnormal manner. The bloodthirsty strain "drilled" out of the skin near the chest and "squeezed" bullets out of his chest.

, and "weave" new flesh and skin.

This is almost exactly the same as the scene when the cultist saved the unlucky guy who injured himself just now.

The cultist's chest was repaired by the bloodthirsty strain at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his face withered quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye - the use of the bloodthirsty strain obviously comes at a price, and this price is the withering of flesh and blood.

It's the flow of vitality, it's...blood!

Cultists use bloodthirsty strains to repair flesh and blood, using blood as the "raw material"!

When this process reaches a certain level, the cultist opens his eyes in vain.

"Gudong...ow!"

Accompanied by a hungry gulping sound, it let out a scream and rushed towards Paulkin Walker.

At this time, Paulkin Walker's pistol had been loaded. With his raised right hand, he pointed the trembling muzzle at the cultist's head and quickly pulled the trigger.

The continuous gunshots echoed in the small lounge, making people's eardrums numb even if they wore a silencer.

The cultist who was shot several times in the head did not die. Those bullets damaged his brain nerves, but only made his head unable to control his body and could not take away his "life".

Paulkin Walker's technique was very skillful. After the cultist fell to the ground, he squatted down, rolled up his left trouser leg, and with his left hand pulled out an irregular-shaped dagger like a rock fragment from the leather holster tied to his calf.

The rock fragment dagger looked gray-white as a whole, with dots of light green between the gray-white. Under the light of the kerosene lamp above his head, Chen Yan even saw the light green stone emitting light... It seemed to be

Some kind of ore with reflective material.

Paulkin Walker trembled all over and repeated in his mouth:

"Just watch, just watch..."

Under Chen Yan's gaze, the twitching cultist's whole body withered and collapsed, and his bones were twisted and deformed. The whole person more than doubled in size, almost turning into a humanoid monster like a zombie monkey.

The transformation seems to have been completely completed.

Monster cultists like zombie monkeys were crawling crazily on the ground, crawling in the direction of Paulkin Walker.

Even if the nerves have been destroyed, it still obeys the bloodthirsty biological instinct——

It wants to eat to replenish its energy.

It wants blood to repair its body.

After watching the transformation of the cultists, Chen Yan shifted his gaze to Paulkin Walker's shoulders.

The twisted and deformed monster on his shoulder was looking at the cultists on the ground. It howled sadly, and green tears flowed from its eyes. Every drop of it fell on Paulkin Walker's forehead, which made him unable to stop.
To be continued...