Chapter 366 Don’t say that, please...
Ten minutes after the battle broke out.
The third underground floor of the shopping mall.
Mr. Funakoshi managed to rush here reluctantly, suffering several injuries on his body. The two spirit exterminators who acted with him had long since disappeared.
Boom, boom.
Funakoshi's tambourine was like fluttering butterflies, surrounding him, flipping up and down.
But it makes a dense drum sound.
Although many Yumeno in the mall were attracted by Kamiya and others, the number of enemies staying inside cannot be ignored.
Meng Nan tried to block the passage, his body trembled rhythmically to the sound of drums, and those who got closer continued to turn into dark debris, falling to the ground and gathering and flowing.
Wherever Funakoshi looked, there was darkness.
He is still persisting.
"That thing is here, it's almost here, it's almost here."
The boat kept its speed and continued to rush in the direction it sensed.
The tambourine kept crushing the dream boy blocking the road ahead.
I don't know how long this helpless sprint lasted, but Mr. Funakoshi's movements suddenly stopped.
coming!
Ahead, there is a dimly lit open space in the underground garage.
An extremely tall figure slowly stood up in the scattered light and shadow.
"Naoto."
Funakoshi heard someone calling his name affectionately.
But it was a deep male voice, the voice of Mengnan.
This made him feel sick.
"Don't call me that!"
Boom, boom, boom!
The tambourine beats faster.
"Naoto...you're back."
The tall figure appearing in his sight began to become clearer.
That's a female.
Long hair, wearing a skirt.
The dress on her body was stained with blood, half of her face was intact, and the other half was rotten, with loose tissue and rotten flesh under the skin.
Disregarding the inhumanly tall figure and half-Yumeo face, it looks like the submissive wife of Naoto Funakoshi.
It was the last time Funakoshi saw his wife in the morgue.
At first, the appearance was relatively normal.
Only after reaching the second stage did it become so terrifying and permeable.
"Naoto."
Swish.
The submissive-looking Mengnan slowly stood upright, his broken body making a clicking sound as his bones rubbed against each other.
He dropped his head suddenly, and the blood-stained hair behind him stood up like silver needles, spinning out like a living python.
"I told you, don't call me that!" Funakoshi's blood surged and he rushed towards the alienated Yumeo, "Don't become like her!"
…
"Puff!"
The dream-eating tapir stood out from the dark crowd of dream men.
The red lines on the forehead and limbs continued to shine, and red light continued to burst out. The light expanded, and the light spots sputtered and swept across the four directions.
There are so many dream boys pouring out of the mall that it seems like they can’t finish them all.
The frequency of attacks by the little tapirs began to slow down, and more energy was focused on supporting the owners and other spirit exterminators.
The blurred red light turned into a mask, shrouded in front of the soul-killing masters, swallowing up all the bullets shot by Mengnan.
On the streets in the early morning, the sky was dark and gray, and the street lights were still on.
The scattered passers-by were scared away because of the gunfight.
But after the battle lasted for a while, many figures suddenly appeared on the street.
Those people were wearing pajamas, skirts, or shirts. They were old or young, male or female, and they were all different in height, short, fat, and thin, but everyone had the face of a dream boy.
They belong to the dream men around those involved in difficult dreams.
Dream boys of different shapes poured out from the street behind them, their movements stiff and uniform, their eyes under their thick eyebrows staring intently at the exterminators in action.
These guys were also attracted.
Originally, only those Mengnan men in black in the mall could barely resist and suppress them with the heroic performance of the little tapir.
But the little tapir really couldn't care less about the dream boys of various shapes appearing on the streets behind them.
"There's one in the back, too!"
"Damn, there are too many!"
"Keep them away!"
The exorcists turned their guns one after another and sniped at the dream boy who appeared from behind.
The battlefield became more noisy and chaotic.
…
Boom, boom, boom.
The sound of the drum beat became fainter.
Naoto Funakoshi couldn't hold on any longer and half-knelt on the ground, with the tambourine surrounding him, feebly flying up and down.
Because he was injured while rushing downstairs, and the alienated Dream Man was really difficult to deal with, there were other Men in Black, Dream Man, as helpers.
Funakoshi was no match for them.
If he could really beat him, he wouldn't have chosen to run away when he pushed this alienated dream boy into the second stage for the first time.
At present, Mr. Funakoshi tried his best, but he could only drag the alienated Yumeo to the underground level.
His body was pierced by many black hairs. Those hairs remained in his body, crawling everywhere like parasites. The heartbreaking pain made his body tremble.
"Naoto, what are you running for?"
The alienated Mengnan led a group of men in black and Mengnan chased him.
"Shut up……"
Funakoshi lowered his head and gasped for breath, and wanted to move again, but his painful and numb body no longer obeyed.
The alienated Yumeno stopped for a moment and stiffly twisted his broken-bone neck, making a clicking sound.
"Naoto, don't you love me anymore?"
"Why are you running?"
"Naoto, why didn't you come to save me? You are a spiritual master, right? Why can't you even protect your own wife?"
"Naoto, don't you feel guilty?"
"Shut up, shut up!" Naoto Funakoshi roared angrily, hysterically. After shouting for a while, Yumeo beside him had already gathered around him. At this time, Funakoshi slowly calmed down, "...I'm sorry, Shunhui."
Boom, boom, boom.
To be continued...