By the time the agent's vision returned to normal, it was already too late.
Dupont's hand holding the short blade was fast and powerful, and he wiped it directly from his neck, cutting a wide wound!
Bright red blood gushed out from the broker's neck in large spurts, spurting fast, far, and in large amounts.
It's like a free faucet that has been turned to the maximum!
...Is this solved? Dupont held the blade behind his back and stopped in place. He still held a curse seal in his left hand and did not use it.
"You killed Professor Anton, right?"
Fan Ning, who was standing at the door with a gun, looked coldly at the agent with blood gushing from his neck.
"His spirit has become the essence and a part of the great achievements. It is a great honor... But this person next to me is a follower of 'Chi'? A lost stranger?" The agent did not look at Fan Ning at all, but smiled at Dupont.
Open your mouth.
Dupont watched in confusion as the agent's chest was stained with more and more blood, so red that it reflected the light.
"Since you have studied 'Chi', why not join me and fall into the arms of our secret and real mother, 'Hong Chi'?" the agent continued to ask.
"A madman who worships an evil god and has hallucinations when he is about to die?" Dupont clenched the short blade in his hand and secretly guessed in his heart.
He is a wanderer from the far south. The witness talisman he used when he was promoted is the "Fanghui Poet" of the United Principality of Feton in the southern continent.
The agent calls the mother of secret truths "Red Pond". Before learning the information about the Pleasure Listening Conference from Fan Ning, he had never heard of this witness.
"Alas..." The agent let out a long sigh, with blood dripping from his cheeks, chin, and earlobes.
His face had been obscured by the splattered blood, and the blood hung on his clothes, turning it into a deep red polyhedron with a special texture, each side shining brightly.
Dupont suddenly felt something was wrong.
When a person's carotid artery is cut open like this, he or she can pretend to be nonchalant for a few seconds, but this agent has already passed ten or twenty seconds, and he is still standing here chatting with him?
Why isn't he dead? He should be dying soon, right?
Although he is standing still, do you want to go up and hit him twice?
A large stream of blood was still gushing out from the agent's neck. Fan Ning at the door had already aimed his automatic pistol at his head. From a distance of several meters, he could easily hit him with his current proficiency.
But this strange scene that he had never seen before made him somewhat undecided.
In battles, those who know are either trying to kill the opponent, or avoid being killed by the opponent, or chase or escape. What is this situation now?
He should be dead soon, right? Should he turn around and leave, or should he wait until he is dead so that he can confirm with his own eyes? Or shoot him twice in the head?
Will something unexpected happen if the leader of this secret gathering place that worships evil gods collapses?
Thinking that Professor Lorraine's head was shot that day, which accelerated the progress of his deformation, Fan Ning's fingers hesitated at this moment.
The situation was deadlocked for a while.
…
First floor.
After a brief battle, two first-order knowledgeable people in suits and ties resisted slightly. Then one was poisoned to death and the other's body was blown to pieces. Lawyer Monroe and the elixir master Cindia stepped on the steps and entered.
After entering the smoking and crumbling company door, the receptionist and a few unlucky employees passing by huddled in corners.
"What's your name? Let me ask you about your situation."
"Female...ma'am, my name is Calvin."
Cyndia grabbed a passing student with curly hair and asked him something. Although the guy huddled up, his explanation was clear and coherent, with a smile on his face.
The content of the students' part-time jobs is relevant and easy, which fully proves that only by studying a major can you create higher value.
In the morning, you can listen to inspirational records in a recording studio with a pleasant smell. If you feel sleepy, you can sleep for about three or four hours. In the afternoon, you can spend another hour recording your feelings and experiences, or
The inspiration in dreams can be words, music scores, paintings, or recordings of playing musical instruments. This is not required every time, but judging from the salary rules, it is obvious that high productivity is encouraged.
It is said that those who perform particularly well can be transferred to the performance hall on the first floor.
"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"
Wearing pince-nez gold-rimmed glasses, with a gentle face and a gentle temperament, Monroe lawyer carries a black shotgun. Every time he goes to a locked recording studio, he shoots the door bolt and then kicks it.
Kick away.
The room in front of me is filled with aromatherapy, a record is spinning, an orchestral piece is playing, and four people are sleeping on four deck chairs.
"The secret atmosphere of mental expansion and stabilization of mind?" Cyndia sniffed the smell in the air, and then asked Monroe: "Do you feel something is weird?"
"Of course, what is this record playing? Familiar orchestral genres, familiar various orchestration sounds, but this melody makes me feel uncomfortable all over. I might as well catch a monkey and write on the piano. My brain is not sick for more than ten years.
There is no way a young person could write this kind of thing.”
As Lawyer Monroe spoke, he muttered again: "Don't tell me, the writing is quite avant-garde. It is acceptable if you listen carefully. The harmonic color feels very strange, and the complex rhythm patterns and timbre combinations seem to confirm
I have some emotions that are hard to express in words.”
"You have a good level of appreciation, so it's better not to listen to it." Cynthia felt something was wrong and reached out to turn off the record with a click. "I said it was weird at first, but that's not it. It was because of the state of some employees I saw along the way.
Although their reactions to accidents are normal and their communication is normal, don’t you think there’s something strange about them?”
She took out two small slender glass tubes, filled with a trace amount of light purple liquid, like a line segment.
There were two soft "bang bang" sounds, the seal of the glass tube was smashed after hitting the table, and purple smoke floated out.
"Put it in one nostril and inhale hard." Cynthia handed one to Monroe.
After the liquid evaporated, it turned into smoke and entered the tip of the nose. The fragrance carried an inexplicable sense of fragmentation and alertness. Monroe was freed from some unconscious weak emotions: "Yes, although those employees were frightened to a certain extent, their eyes were calm and...
The verbal contact gives people a very positive feeling? It’s not an exaggeration or abnormal excitement, but it always gives people an excessive and abnormal feeling of being in a good mood, especially when I just blew up the door of their company.”
"And we are making so much noise, and these guys are still awake?"
Cynthia's eyes swept over the four students on the couch one by one. Suddenly her face changed slightly and she quickly walked to the next one.
"This man is dead."
Second floor.
"Are you...happy? Are you satisfied?"
The blood gushing from his throat was like crimson paint, staining the agent's shoulders and the entire body's clothes in large chunks. His pants turned into thick and heavy strips, and a pool of blood accumulated on the sunken stage.
The layer of blood is flat.
"Why the hell isn't this guy dead?"
In the strong smell of blood, Fan Ning suddenly felt that his mood was a little positive and a little anxious. He suppressed this weird sense of dislocation and shot seven or eight bullets at the agent in succession.
Some hit the head, and some hit the body, causing the agent's body to tremble a little, but in the bright red covering, it was difficult to see clearly the blood splashes from the bullets that penetrated the flesh.
Suddenly, the entire agent's body quickly sank into the pool of blood accumulated at his feet!
Fan Ning and Dupont looked at each other in confusion at first, and then smiled strangely for no reason.
But Dupont had noticed something strange before, and the curse mark with a bouquet of flowers had already been thrown towards the two of them.
Several groups of classical guitar decomposition chords sounded, which seemed to have a pleasant fragrance, and the two of them came back to their senses from their abnormal state.
Fan Ning used his spiritual sense to scan the environment up, down, left and right, and then shouted: "He is downstairs in front of us on the right!"
First floor.
Cyndia looked at the person lying in front of her. The girl's expression was calm and pale.
"It's strange. When I opened the door and entered a minute ago, there should be no dead people here."
The aspects Cyndia has studied include "cocoon" and "key", and her perception and affinity for vitality are far beyond ordinary people. Even in the row of green plants by the window of her room, she can sense that one of them is in poor health.
Her fingers touched the girl's cheek, neck and arms, and her eyes became even more astonished: "No blood? And no wounds? What happened in the process just now? She didn't pay much attention to it. She mainly focused on the strange thing."
"on record music"
Suddenly, she turned her head again, because she found that another student's life force was rapidly passing away, and the originally healthy and rosy complexion quickly turned pale.
"Be careful!" Monroe suddenly felt nervous for no reason, picked up the shotgun and aimed it at Cyndia's back.
From his perspective, the student, who was blocked by the elixir master who was leaning over to check, suddenly sat up straight!
The clothes were stretched open, the skin was chapped, and the whole body exploded like a balloon burst by water. Scarlet blood spurted out, splashing large stains on both of them.
The agent's bloody body emerged from inside.
"Boom!" Smoke burst out from the shotgun, and the bullets passed through Cyndia's back like nothing, beating the agent's chest into a sieve.
"Boom!——" "Boom!——"
Monroe did not dare to neglect, and shot several times in succession, causing the wall behind him to be covered with fine pieces of meat, and his entire head and body were almost torn apart.
"In His name, I will give birth to myself." The agent spoke to the two of them in a warning tone.
Plasma and pieces of flesh were scattered everywhere, and his damaged and ragged body fell off again, and another agent emerged from it. The delicate skin like a newborn baby was bright red and covered with blood.
The skin of the other two students in the room quickly turned pale.
After Monroe fired the shot, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable when he saw this weird and morbid scene. He looked at Cyndia, who was also frowning, and did not dare to stay, and pulled her back.
, ready to flee.
This person's methods are even weirder than the last battle in the workshop. Either he prayed to the evil god for some abnormal invisible power, or his level is higher than the "experience officer", and he is definitely not on his side.
A third-level and a second-level person can be dealt with by a knowledgeable person!
The agent took a few steps, opened his arms, and made a hug and lifting gesture from bottom to top. As a result, his limbs and torso were exaggeratedly stretched, and he was about to embrace Cyndia, who had just left the house.
"Drunken!"
Dupont spit out a word that was relatively unfamiliar to others. This was the Mixed Lydian language that was popular in the Southern Continent in the third history. It was the product of the fusion of the ancient Lydian language of the Western Continent and the indigenous Jing language of the Southern Continent.
.
A small fruit-like object appeared in his palm. Under the simple incantation, it seemed that something on the surface turned into powder and turned into a burst of light red moist mist blowing towards the agent.
The agent who moved forward to hug him suddenly smelled the dizzying aroma of wine and stumbled to the ground.
The black muzzle of the shotgun in Lawyer Monroe's hand was tilted toward the ground.
"Boom——" "Boom——"
The agent's entire body was beaten back for a while, and his neck and chest were completely ulcerated. But as the skin and flesh disintegrated, another smooth and white upper body with blood stains appeared from the inside.
"Wow -" Monroe and Cyndia finally couldn't hold on to their discomfort anymore, and they both vomited a spurt of blood. Although it didn't last, they were exhausted. Dupont saw the expressions of his two teammates.
The situation changed drastically.
There must be something wrong with the ubiquitous smell of blood in the air!
Suddenly, the agent sat up, and the top of his head split open, and a strange blood-red thing protruded from it. It had several joints. It didn't look like a tentacle, but looked like an overly twisted and slender finger.
The finger suddenly stabbed Cyndia.
"Be careful!" Fan Ning, who had just arrived at the corner of the corridor, shouted suddenly when he saw this scene!
He went downstairs a little later than Dupont because he was waiting behind him, and used his pistol to kill five or six staff members who were also armed with guns. These people had a gunfight with the middle-level knowledgeable people who were studying "Candle", and all their intentions and positions were completely different.
Exposed, and unable to even aim due to spiritual interference.
Dupont turned around suddenly, his arm flashing red, and he grabbed the slender finger accurately and powerfully.
He felt a slippery and extremely powerful force, so the "Chi" phase inspired him to move wildly, coiling his wrist several times in a row, and tightly hooked the finger several times.
With the other free hand, he threw the short blade at his waist violently, turning into a pink stream of light in the air, and once again separated the agent's throat.
The agent's throat was bleeding, and he recited a certain prayer intoxicatedly: "The great mother feeds on us as we feed on nourishment; our fragments are carefully taken care of, just like branches sprouting from the earth."
"Puff" "Puff" - from the hole in his throat, a large number of slender blood-red fingers suddenly stretched out and reached towards the crowd.
"Is this person unkillable?" Dupont's face became increasingly ugly.
The next moment, his eyes turned a rich red, and his inspiration was gathered, focusing on a point on the agent's head, exerting maximum sensory extraction! The middle-level knowledgeable person's full move even let the air and light in the middle
Everything is slightly distorted!
The agent's whole body trembled for a moment, and his eyes turned upward as white as the fish's belly. After those fingers came into contact with Dupont, they seemed to be unable to find the feeling of strength, and they lightly cut away from the surroundings, and then retreated casually.
Fan Ning ran up to him: "Monroe, take Cyndia to other rooms quickly and cut off their spiritual resonance. This guy can't have so much blood and such strong vitality... Go quickly! Dupont's first acquaintance
The light probably won’t last long.”
Dupont took a few steps back and summoned his sense of hearing that suddenly increased: "All the students on the east side are dead. Go directly to the west side!"
The two struggled to get up from the ground and quickly ran to the west. Monroe opened the locked doors one by one, and Cyndia dripped into the students one by one a special liquid that could temporarily block the perception of the astral body and put people in a dreamless drowsiness.
in their nostrils.
In just a few seconds of talking, the agent's eyes had returned to normal.
"Good fuel for the senses, but unfortunately, the light of first knowledge has been combined with the spirit. It would be great if I were still ignorant." His expression showed regret, and there were dense bulges everywhere on his body, and countless slender bloody fingers came from
It came out!
It's now!
Fan Ning spit out a mysterious ancient Janus language——
"bright!"
The "Fierce Sun Guide" he held in his hand looked like it had returned to the shape of a black round metal, but at this moment, sharp golden light burst out from the mysterious patterns engraved on it!