Crimson Comes

Wei Wei walked over with a black short gun in his hand, with an unhappy expression on his face: "Are you still polite?"

"..."

While talking, the muzzle of the gun continued to explode into clusters of flames.

"Bah bah bah bah..."

Explosive bullets bombarded the body of the female corpse.

Normally, with bullets of this power, each bullet could tear the female corpse in half.

Whichever part is hit, that part has to be blown off from the body.

But now the body of the woman in the wedding dress is distorted, wrapped in a dense and weird force field, which actually weakens the power of the bullet, but the joints of her body are scattered and crooked, and soon she has rushed to the wall, crawling to the ceiling.

Quickly running on the ceiling, avoiding the bullets bombarding him, he looked back at Wei Wei with cold eyes.

"You ignorant and arrogant blasphemer, you don't even know what will happen to you..."

"..."

Wei Wei listened carefully to her words, and then grabbed another round of bullets, ready to be stuffed into the gun chamber at any time.

The female corpse in the wedding dress already had a look of hatred on her face, and suddenly, her iron-blue lips began to squirm quickly.

There are subtle, slight, and completely incomprehensible ravings, like the voice of hell, sounding quickly.

This sound is sharp and weird, it doesn't seem like human vocal cords can make it, as if it has its own life, it will actively drill into the brain.

"what is this……"

Ye Feifei was instinctively afraid of this sound, as if the reality suddenly turned into a familiar nightmare.

"The language of demons."

Wei Wei was also slightly taken aback, and looked at the bullet in his hand with some distress.

Reluctantly replied: "A language that can talk to demons..."

As he said that, he turned his head and looked outside the concrete house, and he had already heard the delicate and weird flapping of wings.

Chapter 22 The Crimson Scythe

Low, detailed, twisted, fearful...

With the sound of that weird whisper, the surrounding air seemed to resonate. At this moment, it was even impossible to tell whether it was the corpse of the wedding dress woman fleeing on the ceiling at a strange speed that was making this sound, or the raving itself. Fermenting.

Rustle, like bugs, almost breaking through people's eardrums and getting into people's brains.

And as the sound became louder, the surrounding air was spinning and twisting rapidly, and the pendant fell rustlingly.

Then, the walls of the house, the roof, also twist and rotate.

"Crash..."

And as the sound became louder, a strong rancid smell hit.

One after another, the stiff black shadows flapped their wings and soared, hovering like flies.

It was a rotting crow, with dark red eyes and a foul smell.

They gathered quickly, and soon, like a dark cloud, they stretched out their sharp claws and black beaks, soared from all directions of the farm, swarmed up, and squeezed into this cramped room, like swirling black rotten tornadoes .

"Hula..."

They gathered in groups and swooped towards Ye Feifei and Wei Wei in the middle of the room.

The dark red eyes are like sparks.

……

……

"Be careful……"

Wei Wei didn't have time to shoot, he turned around quickly, and rushed to the crow with his back, protecting Ye Feifei under his body.

Ye Feifei used his body to protect the baby.

Soon the two of them were covered by a dark cloud, and the sound of clothes being torn could be heard endlessly.

When the crows flew past them, they saw that Wei Wei's back clothes had been torn, and even his skin had been scratched with countless sharp cuts, seriously losing a large piece of flesh. , blood oozed from the wound.

By the time he got up, the wound had already begun to squirm and heal.

But the wound left mucus from the mouth of the dead body, but it adhered to the side of the wound, which slowed down the speed of healing.

"Life demon?"

Suddenly a voice sounded from the side, it was the corpse of a woman in a wedding dress hanging upside down from the ceiling admiring the despair of the two of them.

She looked at Wei Wei's back, but showed a disdainful and mocking expression:

"No wonder two people dare to break in and destroy my plan."

"It's just that, don't you know that the power of life demons is restrained by death?"

"..."

"..."

As her voice sounded, the crow in the room circled and swooped down again in a more ferocious posture.

There seems to be no end to these crows.

Around the concrete house, the piles of broken burlap bags were torn from the inside by sharp claws from time to time.

Piles of rotting matter slid to the ground.

Then, a hoarse voice sounded from the group of rotting things, one by one struggled to vibrate their wings, opened their eyes, and twisted their necks.

Under the whispers of demons that filled the room, they waved their rotting wings stiffly.

They continued to join the dead crows, making the crows stronger, like heavy dark clouds.

"Whoa..."

Also at this time, taking advantage of the very short gap that the group of crows passed by, Wei Wei quickly pulled Ye Feifei, pushed her to the corner, and then turned the sofa that the dead body was sitting on upside down, covering her. A simple protective shield was made on his body, and he himself turned around, leaped out quickly, dodged the main force of the crows, and then raised his hand and blasted away.

Bah bah bah.

When the bullet fell, four or five rotting crow corpses fell to the ground, and the broken pieces of meat trembled slightly on the ground.

But compared to the huge number of crows, it can't do any effective damage at all, and the violent and loud gunshots can't deter these dead creatures at all. Wei rushed over.

While retreating, Wei Wei quickly opened the barrel of the gun, and glanced at the few remaining bullets inside.

Save it, he reminded himself.

I have always had a bad habit of using bullets indiscriminately whenever I have ample money.

The bullets specially made by the Foundation, no matter the power or the privileges inherent in them, always make me love it.

But the problem is that these bullets are not easy to deal with.

When I was in the training camp before, I still had the opportunity to get a few more bullets, but now, the entire scrap iron city can get a limited amount of bullets every month, and now I am not familiar with the leader and Miss Lucky who is in charge of writing off the account. Not to mention.

The most miserable investigators basically have to write a report every time a bullet is used.

Wei Wei didn't want to fall into this kind of situation, so before he came to report, he had been deliberately hiding the stock.

But the bar I met on the way here has already consumed a certain amount of stock.

Although I told the instructor that there are no more, I still have a few on hand.

But these few can't just be wasted on these innocent crows...

Otherwise, what if you want to kill someone in the future but run out of bullets.

The sheriff under the foundation used special bullets to kill a person with pollution factors. Even if this person has citizenship, he would not be investigated. The security department will directly transfer such a case to the relevant department of the foundation for verification. However, because the relevant departments of the foundation are too busy, most of the time the investigation is just for show, and basically they don't care about it.

But even if it is a Foundation investigator who kills an infected person with citizen status with ordinary bullets, he still needs to undergo a rigorous investigation.

In some cases, they were even kicked out of the investigation department and prosecuted for this.

It's a privilege, but in a way, it's also a limitation.

But the current situation seems to be beyond the reach of bullets.

With the help of the force field of the death demon, the dead are awakened from their slumber, attack the living, and spread the power of death.

However, the huge flock of crows that seemed to have been prepared in the farm had a certain impact on Wei Wei.

The simplest ability, after making up for the amount, is also very terrifying.

...such as horrific waste.

……

……

If so, then it can only be...

Having made a decision, Wei Wei felt relieved.

He even said that in his heart, he has been longing for this moment.

Facing the black crowd of crows in the room, that kind of dark cloud seemed to cover the entire room like a death elf.

On the contrary, there was a kind of joy on his face.

A kind of heartfelt, real pleasure, even, a little too pleasant...

It's like a person's smile makes people feel comfortable, but when the smile gradually becomes exaggerated, it's more or less...

……shudder.

"If the power of the life demon is not good enough to solve the problem..."

Wei Wei spoke slowly, closing his eyes gently, and then slowly opening them again.

After closing and opening, bloodshot eyes appeared indistinctly.

These bloodshots suddenly began to squirm and spread.

Then on Wei Wei's back, on his left cheek, among the wounds that obviously couldn't heal, and even showed signs of rot.

Suddenly, slender threads of blood protruded from it.

They hooked up with each other, intertwined, and stitched up the wounds on his body one by one.

This made Wei Wei's body, in a short period of time, like a toy full of stitches.

At the same time, he put the gun in his hand back into the gun pouch on the back of his waist, and then took off a sickle from the wall next to it. This is a sickle that can be seen everywhere in the farm, more than one meter long, with a blade A common sickle for cutting wheat and weeds with a rusty mouth.

The blood threads that had stitched up his wound were rapidly extending from his wound.

Little by little along his wrist, it covered the sickle.

And with the rapid spread and entanglement of blood threads, this ordinary sickle is also rapidly elongated and deformed, forming a shape that is more than two meters long, with sharp edges, bloody body, and countless blood threads wriggling like living things. The stern and hideous Death Scythe.

"What about this power?"

Wei Wei gritted his teeth suddenly and smiled, his eyes were bloodshot.

Then he stepped forward, waving the bloody sickle in his hand, and rushed towards the black carrion crows in front of him.

"You are not a life system..."

At this moment, the corpse in the twisted wedding dress saw the bloodshot eyes on Wei Wei's body, suddenly looked horrified, and shouted loudly.

"You! What is it?"

But before she could yell out, the bloody scythe swung down head-on.

"Chick" "Chick" "Chick" "Chick"

The dense sound of cutting blades formed a straight line.

I don't know how many death crows flying in this narrow room were cut into two neat halves in an instant.

No, not just being cut.

Where the blood-colored sickle shadow waved, the red blood threads seemed to come alive, twisted and ferocious, and spread out to the surroundings. They seemed to have that strange, "devil whispering" sound, directly killing the dead in this room. The force field was also cut in half.

The moment the scarlet blush appeared, the corpse of the woman in the wedding dress turned around and tried to escape.