Yokohama Survival Guide

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You remember that Tsunayoshi Sawada once said that Nakahara Chuya has an extraordinary effect on resisting indescribable creatures.

But you never know that the so-called indescribable creatures may also be human beings with superhuman abilities!

When Lovecraft and Nakahara also activated their supernatural powers at the same time, something weird and twisted happened: red spots instantly covered the face of the orange-haired young man, and before he even had time to struggle, he fell into a loss of control The state of full attack!The terrible gravitons condensed into red and black balls and smashed at Lovecraft every minute; and as retaliation, Lovecraft ejected the terrible tentacles all over the body, the tips of the green tentacles were shaped like claw hooks, That thing looks like it has an ominous stench, and even the howling of the graviton is not as threatening as it brings you!The two are about to touch each other in the breath, and you who are sandwiched between the two seem to be the worst cannon fodder——

"Catch up in time!"

With the black cloth covering your head, you feel the familiar dizziness and nausea, and when you open your eyes, you have been picked up by Gogol and transferred to Fyodor's feet.

Those who also fell to the ground were Florette and Sigma.But unlike yours, which was intact, the short-haired woman lost half of her right leg, and Sigma lost three-quarters of her forearm.The wounds of the two were smooth, and there was no trace of tearing.

Under your frightened gaze, Gogol smiled contemptuously. He waved his hand and said in an understated tone, "I can't help it, I can only transfer things within the range of the cloak! The two of them are lucky, I thought someone would throw it away." Half of it is driven dry."

"You bastard—hiss!"

You struggled to get up, and the manic rage was as fast as a tornado, easily sweeping away your sanity.At present, you are only going to punch the opponent hard, as for the rest, it seems to be insignificant.But as soon as you swung your right arm, the tearing pain forced you to let out a low cry.

It turns out that you are not completely unharmed. On the outer side of your right upper arm, a deep bone-deep wound oozed blood silently—a faint gray-green color can be vaguely seen from the torn muscle.

"Now, Sigma."

The silent Fyodor suddenly shouted loudly, and he stared at you with scorching eyes, frenzied enough to make one's hair stand on end.

"Activate your supernatural power, this is our agreement!"

In the great frenzy, your eyes are filled with red blood, and you are so excited that you are in a state of confusion.

Hearing Fyodor's words, you turned your eyes viciously and growled: "What are you talking about, Fyodor! He can't even move!" The more you think about it, the more you feel unworthy of the other party, you step forward, suddenly Grabbing the thin man's collar, he threatened, "I'm going to kill you, Dostoevsky! Yes, Sigma doesn't belong to you, he is..."

"Ahem...then go help him up, Daust! Hahahahaha, go help him, go help him up!"

The Russian who was lifted up by you laughed loudly, and he raised his hand with difficulty, pointing to Sigma who was trying to get up.

"What are you waiting for? What are you afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid!"

You squinted your eyes and threw the thin man aside heavily.There seems to be some kind of evolution in the weird dizziness that teleportation brings, and you start to float, stepping into clouds with every step.Under Sigma's horrified gaze, you wobbled and rushed over, easily grabbing the opponent's severed hand and lifting it up.The severe pain distorted the expression of the long-haired man. He stared at you and opened his mouth several times to say something.

"Ah? What do you want to say?" You tried your best to put your ear to his mouth, and even grabbed his hair roughly.The poor man could only shake his head helplessly, his throat seemed to be stuffed with some stones, so that in the repeated choking, only the hissing sound of air leakage could be heard.

"It's pathetic, Sigma, you need treatment." Fyodor straightened his clothes, approached slowly, and stared into the long-haired man's desperate eyes, "Come on, let's get started. What are you waiting for? "

"Woooooooooooo!!!" Facing the soft and harmless man like mist, Sigma sobbed louder.

"Don't be afraid, Sigma. Think about your important things, do you have the courage to survive again?" With a chuckle and taking a step back, Fei Jia raised his hands to signal his harmlessness, "Look, I won't hurt you." You. So, go and heal your wounds, my friend."

"Are you injured?" You looked at the smooth incision in a daze, leaned over gently, and licked the exposed muscle fibers and bones, "Ah... yes, this is the smell of blood. I need Looking for a doctor?"

"I will help you, Mr. Dawster. Please believe me, this is a new deal," the thin Russian saluted humbly, his tone was sincere, and thoughtfulness was written from head to toe, "Sigma can't last long, We need to retreat."

"...Retreat?" Responding slowly, you try to open your eyes wide, staring at the calm and elegant 'collaborator'.

"That's right. If you're worried, I can stay as a hostage and let Gogol take Sigma and Florette to treatment." Fyodor patted you on the back as if to appease you, explaining in a very orderly manner Looking at his own arrangements, "Look, Mr. Fitzgerald has already retreated, and the current battlefield is not something we can intervene in - so the best option is to send the wounded to be treated first."

"Treatment? Treatment..." You grabbed the black-purple-haired vampire and asked helplessly, "Will they get better?"

"Of course, my friend."

"What about her? I heard Sophia crying...a silk thread folded countless times, a cycle that shouldn't be repeated..."

Whispering nonsense, you feel like you're floating in mid-air.

This feeling is really strange, you see your lips move, you hear the sound waves diffused into the air and make musical notes, you smell the familiar stench in the dust.

You see yourself.

'Is this...another dream? '

You blinked dully, trying to wake up from your overly waking world.

'Why...is this dream so real?So, familiar? '

"Dost, do you still want to stay here and wait for the final result?"

Fyodor's persuasive voice echoed far away in your ears, no, you saw the sound waves spreading farther away.

It's like a stone falling into the lake, spreading out circles of ripples, which can't be calm for a long time.Like a child who has been thrown in the water for the first time, you stare intently and fascinated at the void that is gradually calming down.

"Do you want to leave?"

'Who was talking...ah, that doesn't matter. '

You are fascinated to find that it is a similar phenomenon again, and you are very excited.

And just when you try to see the oscillating tattoos clearly, the wonderful and colorful colors are also dense in your retina.You find that the speed of everything has slowed down, no, maybe you just see the reality of the world clearly - after the speed is slowed down, frames flicker alternately, and the battle not far away loses any sense of participation.It has become a comical and passionate comic strip. Although every frame is so high-definition that it makes people cry, but how should I put it, that's the way it is.

Your interest is low.

This is too boring, the slow battle in front of me is too boring.At first glance, the orange-haired little man was punching, and then the projection of the stupid sleeping god was roaring. To be honest, except for its larger size, it didn't have the beauty that the creatures of Star Sorth should have.

Perhaps the main body can also lift people's spirits, but this one in front of me, alas.

'Currently, it's still in order, not yet in time. '

Staring at the silver-haired man shaking his head slowly in front of the Russian, you feel helpless and excited.Of course you want more exciting pictures, after all, the universe is always chaotic and disorderly, isn't it?

'It's okay, time is meaningless, especially in this folded loop. '

Taking a final glance at the projection shivering back into the human body, you close your eyes in disgust.

'It will be fine soon. '

——I am the dividing line of Zhongye’s victory in the Central Plains——

"...It actually won so quickly, but it doesn't have much impact." Fyodor supported Daust, who was trembling and almost fainted, and looked up at the orange-haired youth who was gradually falling to the ground with a chuckle. "I've proved what I want, and it doesn't matter if I return the key to you, ignorant."

As soon as his words fell, Zhong Yuanzhong rushed over panting deeply.

Facing the latter's threatening gaze, the kind Russian obediently handed over the silver-haired man in his arms.

"You are Mr. Daust's companion, right? Mr. Central Plains," Fyodor smiled gently, like the most reliable friend, trying to tell the changes before and after Daust's mutation, "He was very worried before he passed out. For the safety of Florette and Sigma, I have entrusted Gogol to send them to treatment."

"...Thank you?" Zhongyuan Zhong also took Daust, raising his eyebrows in confusion.Being a step late, he couldn't figure out whether the guy in front of him was an enemy or a friend, but since the other party had specially waited for him to come over and entrust Daust to him, he probably was a neutral and friendly one, right?

"Please also note that I don't know if Mr. Dawster suffers from some mental illness. I mean, he suddenly started to convulse and vomit," cautiously pointing to the white foam remaining at the corner of Dawster's mouth, black and purple The intelligence dealer who sent it worriedly added, "I think you'd better take him to the hospital to reduce the delivery, it's really abnormal."

"... I see, thank you for your help!"

This remark completely dispelled Chuya Zhongye's suspicion. The other party didn't know, but he remembered clearly that Daust also showed a high sensitivity to indescribable things in the last incident of the King in Yellow.I'm afraid this time, the situation will be the same.

Recalling the whole story of his loss of control, the orange-haired youth made such a conclusion in his heart.

'Wait for him to wake up, and then ask more specifically, shall we?If it doesn't work, it's better to give up looking for clues in North America... Isn't that detective working hard?The world outside Yokohama is really too dangerous! '

The author has something to say:

I'm 1 minute late, so I'm talking about the tuberculosis, SAD, the little red flower is gone.

Today's group meeting and Jiageng made me one step late, forgive me, friends!

Sophia is the signal transmitter of the Whisperer in Full Metal Frenzy, and Daust's mutation has finally changed from quantitative to qualitative!

I'm a talker who has no questions, I guess the cuties may have a lot of questions?

Meow, I love you~~~

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