Crimson Comes

"What is written on his information is clearly the order of life. It is impossible that even the training camp will help him to make fakes..."

Speaking of this, I suddenly thought of the instructor's recommendation on the materials, and I was a little skeptical:

"...It seems not necessarily."

"..."

On the other hand, Miss Lucky hesitated for a moment, and directly asked her question: "Can a person have two abilities?"

"Twelve sequences, each system corresponds to a demon."

Captain Ouyang shook his head directly, and said, "Even people don't like Erwuzi, let alone devils?"

"So no one will have the power of both systems."

"People who once tried to stitch together different powers have long been torn apart by the consciousness of the two demons."

"..."

Sister Lucky raised her eyebrows and said, "Then how do you explain it?"

Captain Ouyang thought for a while, then suddenly laughed, and said, "Maybe this is normal?"

"He has secrets in him, that's for sure."

"That's not the case, how can he explain that when he was a 16-year-old kid, he broke into the lair alone with at least four fanatics in the first state of life demons, killed six fanatics by himself, and came out alive where?"

"Besides, Dongshan Tengshe, one of the foundation's four major training camps, will not recruit ordinary people!"

"..."

"What are you going to do?"

"No plans."

Captain Ouyang sighed, and said: "Although it's a bit out of line, it's out of good intentions after all, so I'll watch it more in the future."

"He is still a young man after all, there is no need to be so wary."

"..."

Leaving the research institute, the smile on Wei Wei's face had also disappeared, and he stepped on the gas pedal subconsciously.

The heart kept beating like a drum.

Everything that appeared in front of his eyes was faintly red, as if he had fallen into a nightmare, and endless whispers poured into his eardrums.

He forcibly controlled himself, gradually increased his speed, and when he passed a messy and dilapidated vegetable market, he quickly got out of the car, bought four catties of steamed buns, and a large pot of meat, and then almost flew home. He sat down on the sofa with a half-painted bright red wall, broke open a steamed bun, sandwiched a piece of fatty meat, and stuffed it into his mouth.

He ate very quickly, even feeling like he was gobbling.

Four catties of steamed buns, and a pot of fatty meat, all went into his stomach in less than 10 minutes.

But he couldn't even see the appearance of a bulge in his lower abdomen, but the sense of sufficiency of food began to calm him down slightly.

Still, hunger and thirst remain the same.

Then he pulled out the black suitcase from under the sofa.

After opening it, Wei Wei took out the small glass bottle hidden at his waist, facing the complex set of containers and medicines.

It can be seen that there is a cloud of black mist in the glass bottle, which keeps moving in the bottle, sometimes transforming into a faint human figure, sometimes transforming into a cloud of faint smoke, and occasionally rushing to the bottle wall , clenched his fist, and hammered heavily.

"Death sequence..."

Wei Wei looked at the little things in the bottle, bloodshot eyes began to squirm.

Very greedy.

He skillfully added the ingredients, and soon a black injection appeared in front of him.

Then, the purified energy injection quickly entered the body, Wei Wei suddenly opened his eyes, and his bones crackled.

At this moment, the bloodshot eyes in the eyes became exuberant to the extreme, as if a demon was dancing wildly.

He watched the veins on his arms burst like black cobwebs, and he seemed to hear the unreal cry of the undead. The world in front of him began to spin rapidly, as if falling from layers of rooms until The bottom of hell...

"Di-"

The electronic alarm suddenly flashed red: "An unrecorded abnormal magnetic field has been detected, do you want to record..."

……

……

Wei Wei stretched out his hand violently, turned off the alarm, then collapsed on the sofa and let out a long breath.

The scarlet devil's second state.

Activity level: 98%

There is no need for an alarm. Compared with this lowest-grade instrument, he can perceive the state of his body more clearly.

He knew that in the team at this time, those players must be discussing themselves.

But it doesn't matter, there are No. 13 demons in the twelve system, isn't it a normal thing?

Thinking of this, he slowly sat up.

From the box, he took out a dilapidated black box that seemed to have experienced the smoke of a battlefield.

Pulling out the hanger, he took out a cheap, comfortable gray sweater.

Then he took out his gun pouch, poured out all the bullets in it, and only loaded two guns.

With the sweater and hat on his head, Wei Wei jumped from the window next to him. When he passed the lively night market, he took out a transparent raincoat, and while turning forward into the alley, he slowly put the A raincoat, put on his body.

Following the fire escape next to him, he walked up to the roof of the building next to him, and then sat down on the eaves.

From the inner pocket, he took out the black box and opened it carefully.

But inside, there was a fist-sized, black thing, like a mobile phone pendant.

Wei Wei hooked the iron ring and lifted it up. It turned out to be a shrunken head, as if made by Ecuadorian head shrinking technique. Whether it was eyebrows, hair, or slightly uneven teeth, no one could doubt it. authenticity.

Holding the head pendant in his hand, Wei Wei took out a crow's feather and brought it back from the farm.

Carefully put the feather under the nostril of the human head pendant, shaking it back and forth.

After a while, there seemed to be a cold wind blowing around.

The head pendant suddenly opened its eyes, and its shriveled mouth squirmed accordingly, faintly saying a word:

"One request, one price..."

"..."

"I need you to help me find the owner who made it."

Hearing Wei Wei's words, the head pendant remained unmoved, and continued to repeat blankly: "One request, one price."

Wei Wei smiled gently, raised his hand and bit the tiger's mouth of his right hand.

Blood drips.

The head pendant was suddenly agitated, his eyes widened, staring at Wei Wei's blood almost greedily.

Wei Wei suddenly pulled out his gun from behind his waist, and pointed at the head pendant.

He narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

Looking at the black muzzle of the gun, the head pendant fell silent, and continued after a while:

"One request, no price required."

"One request, no price for now..."

"..."

"That's good..."

Wei Wei sent the feather to the head pendant's mouth, then carefully fed it and ate it.

The movements are gentle, as if feeding a kitten who is less than a month old.

The human head pendant smacked its lips, as if tasting it.

When Wei Wei lifted it up into the air again, it suddenly raised its eyeballs to the corners of its eyes and looked in one direction.

"It's so kind of you……"

Wei Wei showed a happy smile on his face, and kindly took the pendant in his hand.

Wei Wei is not sure if there is a mysterious organization planning behind the evil spirit summoning event, but every superhuman with demonic power has a unique logo because of their own characteristics. The logo will remain on the necromantic materials that you make, your apprentices, your relatives, and your communicators, similar to a magnetic field.

Certain special abilities, or taboo items, have the ability to distinguish such subtle magnetic field changes.

What Wei Wei was worried about before was that the necrotic materials left at the scene were not enough for his good buddies to recognize the magnetic field.

In other words, the distance is too far, beyond its perception range.

But looking at it now, I am very lucky.

The person in that mysterious organization should be considered very lucky...

They have no chance to sink deeper and deeper.

Thinking this way, he slowly walked to the side of the eaves, spread his arms, and slowly fell down.

In the blood, there is a strange feeling of hunger and thirst boiling.

The excited light in the eyes began to flicker.

……

……

In this world, there are demons who feed on souls, which is normal.

There are demons that feed on demons...

...It's normal too, right?

Chapter 27 Death Totem

Poetry Club.

Although the Scrap Iron City is not big, but because there are mines and certain commercial businesses, there are consortium representatives from big places and local rich bosses, so in the deepest part of the city, you can always find some stylish clubs and entertainment venue.

Poetry Love Club is one of them.

It looks low-key on the outside, adorned only by understated but tastefully black door headers.

After all, it doesn't need to attract customers through dazzling neon and colored lights like other clubs and bars. Its customers all come by name, and without its astonishingly strict membership card, No matter how rich you are, you will not receive them.

Of course, people who pass by in normal times rarely get excited and don't notice anyone who walks into this clubhouse.

Behind its low-key and outrageous signboard, there is a small logo that you will not find if you don’t look for it deliberately:

It was a black goat with ferocious horns.

……

……

"Our plan failed."

This night, the Shilian clubhouse seemed very quiet, not only did it not entertain guests, there were not even service staff.

Because in the lobby of the clubhouse, there is a group of special guests gathering. There are about seven or eight of them sitting on both sides of a long table. Someone was wearing a slipper vest.

The same thing is that they all wear a death mask with distorted faces on their faces.

Sitting in the middle was a tall man wrapped in a black robe with a somewhat hoarse voice.

He paid attention to the people around him, and said calmly: "Until now, I don't know the reason for the failure. The selected people have successfully escaped into the farm, and there is absolutely no one following them. According to our understanding, the security hall and the scrap iron It is impossible for Cheng Chaofan's sheriff's team to react so quickly, so he has enough time to start the sacrifice and let the summoning circle take effect."

"Who did that?"

At the bottom of the long table, a man with a cropped head seemed to be grumpy, and he patted the table: "Damn it took me so long to prepare, I soaked those dead crows one by one, and I can't let my subordinates do it. Do you know how hard I worked?"

"I don't know."

The man wrapped in a black robe said lightly: "But in fact, I learned through subsequent investigations that a group of dead crows once plundered in the farm and hovered in the air. It is likely to be close to success, but judging from the number of crows and the mysterious power that erupted at that moment, it is far from the master we believe in."

"This shows that even if we succeed, what we summon is only some kind of evil spirit, not our Lord."