Lin Xin didn't understand a word about what Grina said.

But the malice coming from behind her made her back numb and her legs were fixed in place like a lead.

The green mucus on the ground is like moss, climbing towards the wall and the ceiling.

At first there was only a small dot, but in the blink of an eye it turned into a large area. When it looked, it was densely occupied by the entire corridor.

Huhu...

The cold wind blew, coupled with the strange "tick" sound, and inexplicably fear.

His shoulders were a little cold and wet. Lin Xin turned his head in a stalemate and saw ink-black drops wet his sleeves.

At the end of the corridor, the black smoke that spread out was rolling back and forth, changing its shape.

The latter who manipulates the black smoke is like a sick clown, and also like a patient hunter.

Zhang He blocked Lin Xin behind him, and the threat and oppression of the needle gradually disappeared.

The stalemate figure suddenly relaxed, and Lin Xin felt her legs were so weak that she staggered forward and fell down. Qingleng Baizhi's arm dragged out of her.

"Thank you." Lin Xin looked pale and her eyes were flustered, and then said in a hurry: "Xiaoqiang, it's it, it's it."

The cold wind blew through the wet clothes, and the biting cold made Lin Xin look even weaker.

Holding the gun's hand, shaking as if he had Parkinson's.

"You guys, go quickly, I'll stop it."

"What is it?" Zhang He asked without moving.

"I have no idea."

"Black fog, only black fog... or the invisible ghost of the dead."

Half a month ago, someone dared to talk to her like this.

Lin Xin's first reaction was to give the other party a big mouth.

Let him rotate in place...think clearly before telling himself.

But now

——The mud monster that is not afraid of bullets.

Fish head and human body, fish monster that can stand up to "archery".

A few days ago, what Lin Xin heard and saw at a confidential research institute broke her previous inherent views.

It turns out that this world is not what you know.

Ghost, nothing is great.

Turn around, raise your arms, aiming at the end of the corridor.

Lin Xin said indifferently: "Run, don't hesitate, otherwise no one will leave today."

With her slender and cold palms pressing her hand and pulling her back to her side, Grina shook her head and said, "He can solve it!"

"What?" Lin Xin couldn't understand the common language at all. Instead, she thought that the girl's hands were so cold. Could it be that she was too weak, right?

"She said, I can solve it."

Zhang He turned around and smiled, saying, "Sister Xin, don't leave Grina's side."

Then he looked at Grina with a warning look, as if saying 'Don't play tricks!'

The left eye is ready to move, and it is hungry again.

However, Zhang He is not going to put "it" out again this time.

As his mental power increases, his control over the "blood line" becomes stronger and stronger.

If it had been put before, the red line in the left eye had already drilled out, like a blood-colored nematode filling the pupils, struggling and swaying.

But now, although the pupils are numb, sour and itchy, it is tightly suppressed inside the body.

This is good news for Zhang He, no matter what ‘it’ is.

Being able to control and get out of control is of course the former is more reassuring.

"Xiaoqiang, don't do anything randomly." Seeing Zhang He holding the knife and taking the initiative to face Black Smoke, Lin Xin was about to step forward and pull him.

That is not a weird thing that human power can compete with.

When they first came in, more than a dozen of them had no use to empty magazines.

Zhang He only has one knife, what can he do?

Then, she saw the knife in Zhang He's hand wrapping around the evil black from the hilt, spreading quickly to the blade until the entire knife turned into a pure black color.

The idea of ​​‘Demon Sword, Demon Sword?’ instantly rose in Lin Xin’s mind.

The black and the black smoke at the end of the corridor are not too much, and it is even more purely evil.

Lin Xin felt inexplicably fearful of him.

That was the shadow from the black smoke, which took too many lives.

What followed was the pleasure of falling into a desperate situation and seeing the only hope.

If Zhang He really masters the power of black smoke, can he defeat it... or kill it?

No matter what the hell it is!

The blood in his body surged, the desire in his heart expanded infinitely, and Zhang He's entire temperament changed dramatically.

If he was a passerby without any threats and handsome appearance before.

Then at this time, he was the representative of danger. His handsome face was full of murderous intent, and his eyes were filled with fierce fighting spirit.

"Pollution source." Grina Hill's face darkened.

Is he a fallen person?

This was impossible. Before being suppressed by the will of the world, she clearly felt the pure and flawless extraordinary power in her body.

Although it is just a glimpse of the perception of the environment, there will never be any mistakes.

His eyes turned, and Grina saw the cold moon in his hand.

"It's that knife."

"The source of pollution, Zhang and He are only affected by it."

Grina observed Leng Yue's appearance and recalled rumors related to the "murder weapon".

However, no matter how she thought, she could not find a match for Leng Yue.

Flesh harvester, rotating saw blade.

Soul Lord, Cutter.

The Scholar of Naga.

All of these famous weapons are unique in shape.

Judging from Grina's understanding of the murder weapon, Leng Yue in Zhang He's hand is too ordinary.

A barbarian-covered saw blade that can rotate.

It is so huge that it is wider than a human being.

It is strange and numb, and a skull that makes people's scalp numb at a glance.

A slightly curved...single-edged knife?

A murder weapon?

In front, Zhang He's figure was as fast as the wind, and rushed straight to the black smoke.

The rolling black smoke collapsed inward, and countless black tentacles spun out.

The thick tentacles were wet and sticky, pressing against the walls, floors, and ceilings, and rushing towards Zhang He with a weird beat.

The handle of the knife that was held together was hot and hot, and the ice crystals that should have been cool and icy were growing uneven cracks on the surface.

Inside the "ice crystal", there is a strange dark red light.

The tentacles on the ground were rolling up and closed their feet, with a dark light shining, and the tentacles were nailed to the ground by a black blade.

The front of the tentacles kept struggling, and more tentacles wrapped around his feet, thighs and wrists.

Buzz! ~

The tentacles that were struggling and swaying suddenly froze.

The surging black smoke penetrated Leng Yue, which pierced into the hilt of the tentacles, and frantically sucked into the hilt of the knife.

All tentacles rolled up from the walls and ceilings toward the opening and closing.

All tentacles were like deflated balls, quickly shrinking to dry-smoke, and a sharp roar came from the rotating black smoke.

It was like a ferocious beast roaring unwillingly before it was dying.

call!

A breeze blew, and the sharp blade was nailed to the ground, and the dried-cracked tentacles turned into black gray.

Countless debris floated down from the sky, sweeping and disappearing with the wind.

The strange existence that took dozens of lives turned into debris and completely disappeared before he could even reveal his face.

Lin Xin’s heart was mixed, and I don’t know what to think!

From today on, will thermal weapons also be swept back into the corner of history by the wave of the times?

And the world will be dominated by new extraordinary people and cold weapons again?
Chapter completed!