Last Wish Become God System [Unlimited Stream]

The cold wind howled behind him, as if the door had been opened a wider gap.

The spider-man whose face was torn off alive appeared in the crack of the door, poking his head, desperately trying to squeeze in, but the girl who opened the door was already limp at the door, it is unknown whether she passed out or passed away.

Now Jian Mingshu couldn't stop the people around him anymore, they didn't care how disgusting the organization was all over the altar, they stepped on it in a hurry, the intestines piled up randomly on the ground made the sound of water stains .

"Ah - it's alive!! It's alive!!"

The first few people screamed suddenly, and then, as if being strangled by someone, they let out a muffled sound and stopped making any more noise.

Spider-man poked his head out, and Baomeng, who was squatting on the ground to help him, saw the opportunity and slammed the iron door shut. Its head fell to the ground and rolled a few times.

The room fell into dead silence again.

"Please take my heart, my god."

A girl nearby suddenly started to rave, and she stared at Dang Kong's eyeballs obsessively.

Then, one, two, three...

The girls standing in the dark began to babble one by one, and there was only one sentence back and forth: "Please take my heart, my god".

They murmured, and found something from the stacked tissues on the ground, and there were bursts of "Puff" and "Puff".

There was almost no light source in the whole room, and Jian Mingshu could only see a phantom, as if they had pulled something out of their bodies.

The atmosphere in the room was terribly depressing.

The person standing in the center of the room moved in response to the sound, and there was a mess of black shadows, Jian Mingshu couldn't see clearly at all.

There were chaotic screams and moans, and Jian Mingshu subconsciously protected the girls behind him, protecting them in the corner.

"What the hell!" he scolded angrily.

The shadow on the other end didn't respond.

He was full of rage, and Yingzhu's voice floated into his mind: [Dean, they are...]

Yingzhu didn't have the heart to go on, but seeing the blurred and shaking shadows and screams, he could make a guess.

The chaos in the corridor doesn't sound much better than in the room... Right now, I can only resist.It's a pity that the room was only lit up for a moment, and he didn't even know whether the other party was a human or a ghost.

In the darkness, a warm touch climbed up his hand, wet and sticky, touched the back of his hand, and began to wander.Jian Mingshu immediately removed the thing that was climbing on him, and a similar feeling came from his right shoulder.He dodges like an electric shock from the warm, moving thing, which is relentless and has a similar tactile sensation hanging from his left side.

Jian Mingshu subconsciously raised his left hand to block it, but the soft thing retracted immediately.

"Could it be..."

He immediately rolled up his sleeves, exposing his slender forearms, and deliberately walked towards the group of weird things.Sure enough, these evil things could not be avoided, and even the random piles on the ground slipped away quickly.

"It seems that you also have people who are afraid of you."

Since Jian Mingshu could remember, he had been wearing black moiré patterns on his arms, but no matter how he recalled, the memories about the source of this imprint were fragmented.What he could remember was grabbing the hem of someone's clothes, followed by a tingling sensation of incomparable cold, and a whisper in his ear.

"Forget about tonight".

He couldn't remember it, and he kept trying to avoid thinking about it.

Because the night he made this imprint, he lost his father, mother, and dozens of members of his family.

The air-raid siren faintly coming from the corridor stopped abruptly, making the dark room even more eerie, leaving only the sound of dripping, something dripping.

"It's a human or a ghost, but you came out for a walk." Jian Mingshu provocatively spoke out while protecting Baomeng and the others.He secretly groaned in his heart, the next time he entered the cocoon world, he would have to take a fire talisman for anything.

Heideng blinded fire, even Monkey King, can't fight.

[Dean be careful! ] Yingzhu warned.

The vision of ghosts is not the same as that of normal people. Although it is sharp, what they see is the real body and soul fire, so they can't see the specific movements, only the general position and movement.

There was a gunshot, and something flew across the cheek, brushed past the mask, and made the sound of metal collision.

Immediately afterwards, pieces of sharp objects flew towards Jian Mingshu and pierced into the wall behind him.In the dark, Jian Mingshu touched these things quietly, they were sharp weapons in the shape of playing cards.He randomly grabbed a few of them, and his palms were scratched a few times, and it hurt sharply.

A slight wind blows in the face.A sharp piercing sensation came, as if something pierced his shoulder.

Jian Mingshu lowered his head and sneered, and touched the sharp weapon on his shoulder, which was an iron hook.

Following the direction of the iron hook on his shoulder, he leaned forward and pinched the warm, firm neck of the man.

"It turned out to be a human being. What are you doing pretending to be a ghost?"

The other party pulled the iron hook violently, the pain forced Jian Mingshu to let go.

[Dean, three o'clock, nine o'clock, eleven o'clock. ]

Following Yingzhu's guidance, Jian Mingshu swished the playing cards in his hand in three directions, and in the darkness, he heard three muffled groans.

[Twelve o'clock, hook. ]

Jian Mingshu stretched out his hand, pinched the oncoming iron hook, and took advantage of the trend in front of him, grabbing the person in his arms.The cold iron hook then reached the opponent's neck.

"It's a girl just now, I'd like to take pity on you, but you don't have such good luck." In the darkness, Jian Mingshu spoke slowly, the sharp point of the iron hook lightly increased force, very measured Pierced the man's neck.

"Slow down! I said, I said, don't do it."

"Honestly."

A little bit of flame lit up, beating slightly in the darkness.

The man held a silver lighter in his hand, illuminating a group of corpses lying in disorder on the ground, and also illuminating the disgusting "curtain" hanging on the top.

A man wearing a wolf-head mask stammered and said, "We hid here indiscriminately. After we got in, some of us went crazy and started killing people. That chaos..." He paused and didn't continue. .

"I... we hid for self-protection! You broke in suddenly, and I don't know if you are the same as those people, and I don't know if you are crazy or not."

"Oh." Jian Mingshu sneered, "I've asked so many questions, but you can't tell if I'm crazy or not?"

The man froze for a second, then begged for mercy: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

"I'm afraid you're nesting here, come and kill one, come and kill a pair. You want to be the last ten people, don't you?"

The man shrank, his voice trembling: "No, how dare I... Please let me go, or let's hide here together..."

[Dean be careful, there are still people on the opposite side...]

Jian Mingshu immediately grabbed the visitor's throat deeply: "How many of you are there?"

"It's gone, it's really gone, it's just me and the three you just cleaned up."

"Is it."

In a blink of an eye, Jian Mingshu quickly grabbed his lighter and kicked the man away.He tripped over the dead body on the ground, staggered, and fell into the man who had gutted his stomach in the middle of the altar, fell face down and gnawed on the mud.

[Yingzhu, you are optimistic about Baomeng and the others. ]

Jian Mingshu carried the iron hook, lit the lighter, and walked to the other side of the room within a few steps.

The flickering flame of the lighter lit up the other end of the room. There was a set of European-style chaise longues, and a huge oil painting hung on the wall. Apart from that, there was nothing else.

[Are you sure there is someone here? ] Concise and clear question.

[Strange, I see that there are.But I can't see the layers... Dean, you understand, I can only see phantoms and soul fires. ]

[Understand. ]

He pulled back the cover of the imperial concubine's couch, even bent down to check the bottom of the sofa, but found nothing.

The oil painting behind him is solemn and huge, and the firelight can only illuminate part of the oil painting.On the vast sea, a giant ship passed by.In the distance, a giant's shadow stood on the sea, and countless tentacles and whiskers exploded around him.

"understood."

Jian Mingshu pulled the oil painting away with a hook, tearing open a long hole.He simply stepped forward with his long legs and kicked up, and a small hole appeared in the oil painting, revealing half of a curled up person inside.

Just as he was about to take a step forward, he was hooked hard on the left side of the abdomen, and his left shoulder seemed to be bitten and torn by force, and immediately blood poured out, and the warm blood drenched his clothes.

The person who had just been kicked onto the altar by him was standing behind him at some point, biting his shoulder fiercely with his sharp teeth.On the other side, Yingzhu struggled to drag Baomeng, holding a long iron hook in her hand.

"I'll go to you."

Jian Mingshu crossed a hook, and smashed the wolf-head mask with a bang, rolling his eyes.The strange thing is that the wolf-head mask doesn't seem to be afraid of pain, and still bites Jian Mingshu's shoulder firmly.

His teeth are fine and sharp, and the pupils of his eyes are completely opposite to each other, and they are all outside the corners of the eye sockets - when Jian Mingshu strangled him just now, it was obviously not like this.

Jian Mingshu dropped the iron hook, fished out Shi Gandang, slapped him on the head, the wolf-head mask finally let go, and walked to the other side hesitantly.The way he walks is also very strange, he obviously turned his head and stared at Jian Mingshu, but the direction of his walking was obliquely forward.

Yingzhu's side is not much better.

Baomeng was originally extremely powerful, and he stretched his arms and struggled to break free.Yingzhu is just a body made of grass that Kunpeng casually tied with a bouquet of gypsophila flowers, and she couldn't bear Baomeng like a calf at all.

While the two were struggling, Jian Mingshu caught sight of something strange on Baomeng's arm - a piece of warm intestine.Half of this small piece is drilled into Yingzhu's body, and the other half is still wriggling slightly.

[Yingzhu, tear off Baomeng's intestines. ]

[what? ]

[Left arm! ]

As soon as the words were finished, the iron door was knocked open, and Jian Mingshu subconsciously extinguished the lighter in his hand.Two spidermen poked their heads at the door, and a group of broken corpses walked in clumsily.

[Hush!Silence! ] Jian Mingshu ordered immediately.

[Dean, the intestines have been ripped out, and Baomeng fainted. ]

The biological frequency communication of the two people instantly attracted the corpse, their heads twisted into a strange shape, and they all looked at the darkness where the three of them were hiding.

Whether it was a spider-man or a broken corpse, there was a glint of green fire in everyone's eyes, the one at the head, even one with a broken leg, was still limping forward towards Jianmingshu.

The house is not big, and within a few steps, they will be next to Jian Mingshu.

[Dean, what should we do? ] Yingzhu said in bioelectric frequency.

All the green eyes locked on Yingzhu's direction again.Now even Yingzhu understands that these "people" are ghosts.

Both ghosts use biological frequency. Even if the frequency is different, you can't hear the specific content, but you can feel the biological frequency communication between the two.

There was thunder at night, the solemn pipe organ suddenly sounded, and the whole animal house echoed a sad song.The two rows of ghosts in the room immediately lined up and made way for them.

In the mist outside the window, a bolt of cold lightning struck down.

In the faint light at the door, a slender figure appeared first.He walked against the dark light, and his whole body seemed to be exuding a ghost mist that soared into the sky.The dark night hid the lower half of his face, leaving only his dark red eyes glowing in the dark.

The man walked in with graceful steps. The large black robe floated over the iron gate, swept across the neat array of ghosts, and fell softly on the ground.

Jian Mingshu held his breath.

In the darkness, the visitor crouched down, and a soft voice came from nearby: "You are walking so fast, my dean."

Jian Mingshu was familiar with this voice, and he calmly pressed the lighter.

The cloak full of plain patterns fell obediently to the ground, Wu Shuyang didn't wear a hood, and knelt beside him on one knee.

The dark purple mask covered his sideburns, and a small piece of smooth forehead was exposed from the thick and tangled forehead hair.His extremely pale neck was splattered with blood splatters, looking broken and hopeless.

Wu Shuyang's obedient and kneeling appearance was completely different from his usual indifferent and restrained appearance.This appearance is like a general who has experienced many battles and traveled all over the frontier, finally triumphantly faced the king, heroic and brave, but completely surrendered.

This way, somehow Jian Mingshu looked familiar.

Wu Shuyang's dark red eyes reflected Jian Mingshu who was covered in blood and scars.There were scratches on his face, and even a piece of the light golden hollow pattern was missing, leaving shallow bullet marks.

Jian Mingshu thought he was wrong.Wu Shuyang's eyes were full of affection like autumn water.

Before he had time to explore the gentle eyes, a black figure wearing a wolf-head mask appeared behind Wu Shuyang.