This is... the contract ability to control the undead?
Unexpectedly, he was horrified. He held up a shield in one hand and a submachine gun in the other, shooting at the "zombies" swarming towards him.
Flames spurted out and bullet casings flew.
In the blink of an eye, the "zombies" closest to the unpredictable were hit by several bullets, and they were staggering and lying on the ground...
Unfortunately, the "zombie" behind did not have any consciousness, ignored the death of its companions, and continued to move closer step by step.
You will be surrounded by unpredictability when you see it.
Mo Zhi suddenly panicked... because he saw the two "zombies" he had hit writhing crazily on the ground for a while, then he got up again, joined his companions, and continued to approach staggeringly.
The gun can only slow down "them"'s approach, but it cannot completely eliminate them... Moreover, if the bullets continue to be consumed like this, they will eventually run out...
Unexpectedly gritted his teeth, directly inserted the submachine gun into the "warehouse", and took out a pair of daggers from inside...
This dagger was a trophy from killing the Transparent Man Bertel. It was usually thrown in the corner of the warehouse and had not been used for a long time.
Until today, I only used the Silver Hand once temporarily to kill the man who shared the same room with Chaffee...
This pair of daggers is very thick and very sharp!
In this situation, a gun is not easy to use at all, it is not as reliable as a dagger, and it is undoubtedly a stupid move to stay in place... He holds the dagger behind his hands, rolls sideways, and rushes towards the spiral staircase.
Going to the second floor is the right choice!
Not only can you get rid of the situation of being surrounded, but you can also take advantage of the gap on the spiral staircase that only allows one person to pass.
As long as you hold on to this gap, it will no longer be a one-to-many situation, but you will only face one "zombie"... You can definitely stab all the "zombies" to death one by one.
The rolling Unpredictable aimed at the gap between the two zombies, got through, stood up, and stabbed two daggers directly into the face of the one who followed him.
Draw your sword and charge forward again.
Shen Jian slammed into the chest of a "zombie" following behind, and the huge force actually knocked the corpse with its hands forward and flew away.
He dodged and slipped into the gap between the spiral staircase and the pile of debris.
Unexpectedly turned around, lifted the clock up again, and directly blocked the gap.
Then he pulled out his submachine gun again and stood ready.
The slowdown in the blink of an eye caused all the "zombies" to turn their bodies and once again surround the spiral staircase step by step.
Damn it...Muzhi was really shocked this time.
Although the zombie he stabbed fell to the ground, he got up again...one eye was poked out of the socket by the dagger, and it actually hung on the eyelid, swinging back and forth and continuing to approach.
The knife is useless?
Do we have to cut off the head like in zombie movies?
The closest zombie has rushed to the pile of furniture and debris. "He" has stiff joints and cannot climb at all, and his body is blocked by the pile of debris.
"It" stretched its hands forward, desperately trying to catch the unpredictable.
Immediately afterwards, dozens of zombies came up from behind and were unable to move forward. One after another, they squeezed the former's body, stretched out their hands, and scratched at the unpredictable.
The squeezed furniture made a grinding sound.
Seeing that the zombies were unable to move forward, Mobi breathed a sigh of relief, aimed at an arm that stretched out from the pile of debris, and chopped it off with a single stroke.
Phew…
The sound of a dagger cutting into carrion.
One knife failed to break the bone...
Unpredictable stretched out his hand, grabbed the zombie's wrist, and chopped into the wounds he had just slashed.
Click!
Finally, the bones broke and the entire set of zombie arms was cut off immediately.
Unexpectedly threw this arm down the spiral staircase...
This arm is like a severed earthworm. Although it is separated from the body, it is still beating on the floor...
Unpredictably, facing the faint light coming from the lighter, he could see clearly.
This terrifying scene made his throat suddenly roll...
Um?
That’s not right!
Unexpectedly, his brain suddenly stagnated, and he suddenly felt that something was not normal...
The left and right hands are obviously holding the dagger behind their backs, so where does the hand keep lighting the lighter?
Moreover, the lighter is always lit, otherwise, how would you be able to see so many zombies surrounding you in the pitch dark...
Even when he was rolling around, attacking with a dagger, hitting zombies with his shoulder, the light of the lighter was... never extinguished.
Thinking of this, a chill suddenly went down my neck...
He slowly stretched out his left hand...
Yes, he was holding the dagger behind his back, and the shield on his gloves was always open, but... there was also a left arm extending from behind to the front.
This left hand is holding a lighter with jumping flames
Unexpectedly, his throat rolled.
Two left hands!!!
No, not just two left hands, but four right hands - one holding a dagger front and back, and two right hands holding the lighter No. 2 lit in the left hand, as if afraid that the moving wind would blow the weak flame.
Extinguish...
In addition, there is a right hand holding a submachine gun that has just been raised.
Six hands!
All six hands are mine!
Unpredictable was so frightened that he almost threw the two daggers.
What the hell...I actually...unknowingly turned into Nezha?!
Damn it...
Apart from these words, Mo Zhi couldn't think of any words to describe his horror.
"Hey Hey Hey……"
The voice sounded again, with a cold smell:
"It's unpredictable...you can't run away..."
"Today, you will only die here..."
Unexpectedly, he didn't ask who it was this time... The series of strange situations made him calm down immediately.
However, this calmness is accompanied by the fear of being in a "haunted house".
Unpredictably swings each of his arms one after another...yes, each arm can be controlled and belongs to him.
...There are really six hands at this time.
The zombies are still squeezing the pile of debris, making the almost broken furniture make bursts of friction sounds. It seems that it is already crumbling and cannot support it for long...
Without thinking of anything else, Mozhu pointed the flame of the lighter at a leather sofa in the pile of debris... It had been repeatedly ravaged, and the surface of the sofa had been damaged, with broken leather and thin wooden boards exposed.
Soon, the flames burst into flames.
Unexpectedly, the sofa was set on fire.
He reached out and pulled a chair that was about to fall apart and threw it on the sofa... The flames began to burn and gradually grew bigger.
"Why don't you speak?" Mo Zhi said coldly:
"We can talk again."
Silence...the voice seems to be observing unpredictable behavior, as if it has forgotten to speak.
Unpredictable had already made some guesses about the situation in front of him, and no longer panicked. He quietly watched the pile of furniture in front of him quickly burn with blazing flames.
Soon, the wooden stairs also started to burn...
The zombies that kept crazily squeezing forward were also ignited, and were engulfed in blazing fire one after another.
"This is a fantasy, right?"
As he walked up the stairs, keeping away from the flames, he stared at the zombies ignited by the flames and said loudly:
"Or is this a dream?"
"Your contract ability is to lure people into dreams and trap them in dreams!"
"I didn't expect... you actually discovered it!" The voice was no longer silent this time, and replied: "You are really cunning, I didn't expect that you could guess this."
"It's not difficult to guess..." Seeing that the other party no longer concealed anything and was unpredictable, he was no longer anxious and continued walking towards the second floor step by step.
"Who the hell can grow six hands in reality?"
At this point, Mu Zhi snorted coldly and asked himself: "Are the conjoined men a thief?"
"Siamese man... thief?"
The voice seemed a little confused by the metaphor of the unpredictable. After thinking for a moment, he finally understood the meaning of the metaphor...
However, he was silent... more like speechless.
What a fucking conjoined thief?
This punisher trapped in the illusion seems to have some abnormal brain circuits.
Who can hold up the four extra arms on his body and face dozens of zombies burning under the stairs at the same time, and still have such a calm conversation?
Unpredictable walked slowly, looking around with the faint light of the lighter, and said unhurriedly:
"Your ability is to drag people into dreams..."
"Zombies and conjoined thieves were all set in your dreams..."
"Your abilities have drawbacks!"
The voice was silent, not a word was spoken.
"Stop talking?"
Unpredictable chuckled and said, "You were right, right?"
"Okay, let me explain it in detail. Do you want to hear it? Your ability is to drag the target into the dream. Everything in the dream is set by you... However, you cannot drag the target into the dream.
If it causes damage to the target, can it only trap the target?"
"Whether it's the front hall door that can't be opened or the zombies you created, they are all your settings... From this point of view, your settings in the dreamland are one-time and can be increased, but not
Change... For example, the spiral staircase under my feet already exists, so you can't change the staircase to collapse suddenly, causing me a fall in the dream..."
"You are like a movie director in a fixed scene. The scene has been fixed and cannot change again. As a director, you can only add things in it, or...make up new events."
"Of course, the scene also needs to be based on reality. You may be able to fabricate it out of thin air at the beginning, but it can't be too outrageous... There should be some restrictions in this regard, right?"
After Mu Zhi finished speaking, he stopped, standing in the faint light of the lighter, and looked around the darkness in the dream with questioning eyes.
"hehe……"
The voice finally spoke again, a burst of dry laughter, but this laughter was no longer full of chilling and ridicule as before.
"I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it... You are very smart, unpredictable! You could see so many things in such a short period of time."
Mozhi pondered for a few seconds and said:
"It's easy to think of it. If you can cause damage to the target in the dream, then you can completely create a more powerful zombie, a zombie that I can't defeat...In the end, I will be killed by the zombie."
"But, even if I die in a dream, it won't have any impact on me in reality, right? Even if I die in a dream, I will probably escape from the dream and return to reality?"
"Hahahaha..." the voice suddenly laughed:
"You can shoot yourself in the head and give it a try!"
"Yo yo yo~~~" Mo Zhi was happy, and said with a half-smile: "Your tone is so determined, it seems... I thought wrong, death cannot escape the dream..."
"...Well, death cannot escape this dream!"
The voice was silent again... With a few careless words, Mo's test revealed a lot of information about the "dream".
Too much to say, too many mistakes
Unexpectedly, sitting on the spiral staircase, he reached out and took out the half-smoked cigar from the "warehouse" and put it under the lighter to light it.
This is the inventory that was thrown into the warehouse at some point while playing Pence Rodman...
Taking a deep breath, Mo Zhi said:
"Are you feeling depressed now?"
The voice remains silent...
Mobi shook his head and sighed: "I'm sure..."
"You can't hurt the target in a dream! Even if it hurts me, it has no meaning to me in reality;"
"So, the purpose of dragging me into a dream is just to... delay time?"
"Since the purpose is to delay time, if the target dies, it will not leave the dream... We can make a hypothesis, assuming what will happen after I die in the dream... Maybe you can make up another scene in the dream
, continue to trap me, or is it the reincarnation of this dream, starting over again?"
"Well, your tone just now was that you hoped that I would shoot myself to death. This hypothesis is possible... Also, your purpose is to delay time. If I die, it will not affect your purpose of trapping me.
,So, the hypothesis is very likely to be true!"
"Haha, I understand!"
Mozhi finished the last puff of cigarette, threw the cigarette butt into the blazing fire under the stairs, and shouted:
"Either your dream-making ability is limited, and you cannot create a powerful monster to kill me with one blow, or... you think it is troublesome to kill me in your dream, and you have to continue to design new dreams, so,
You just conjured up these dozens of crappy zombies to scare me?"
"Look back!" The voice suddenly came coldly.
There was a hint of anger in his tone.
Behind the unknown is the corridor on the second floor.
Without any hesitation, he unexpectedly turned around and saw that black mist was gathering in the dark corridor and slowly taking shape.
A hanging corpse appeared out of thin air...
It is none other than the dead Mr. Devil, Yan Heng!
At this moment, Yan Heng has protruding eyes, a long tongue hanging out, and his body is being hung by a thick rope from the chandelier on the second road...
The corridor on the second floor was in darkness, and there was indeed a fire raging under the spiral staircase. The flames could not reach the corridor on the second floor, but the firelight danced and shone brightly on the hanged Yan Heng's body, which looked quite strange and penetrating.
Then, in front of unpredictable eyes, the corpse opened its eyes...
His eyes were blood red, staring straight and unpredictable!
The head that had lost its support after death was slowly raised at this moment, with a fierce look in its eyes...
Then... the long tongue is like a long snake, twisting and turning, stretching longer and longer, twisting and rushing towards the unpredictable.
...Unexpectedly, it didn't move at all.
He scratched his back with his extra right hand, as if to relieve the itch, and slowly raised his other free right hand.
A handful…
He actually pinched the tongue... and let it wiggle, but was unable to break free from the unpredictable grasp.
"It's so smooth...it's still very realistic!"
Mobi felt the touch of his tongue, a cruel smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he shouted into the darkness:
"Believe it or not, I want to take a bite of this tongue and taste it!"
Unpredictable sounds echoed in the empty room.
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