Evil Doctor [Quick Transmigration]

Like a living vine, the magic rope quickly entangled the horned monster's body, and Bai Ze firmly held both ends in his palm.

The flames that turned into ropes became more and more intense, severely suppressing a certain powerful energy in the Horned Monster.

Under the burning of the flames, the weird golden totem on the Horned Monster spread even faster.

Where the totem passed, hard black scales popped out, invading the horned monster's skin inch by inch.

The horned monster raised its head in pain, screaming sharply, and its handsome facial features gradually distorted, as if shrouded in a layer of black mist, making it hard to see clearly.

The scream of the Horned Monster was so fierce that it almost pierced Bai Ze's eardrum.

The two forces confronted each other, silvery white flames and thick black mist intertwined in the air, devouring each other.

Immediately afterwards, the horned monster's body became bigger and bigger, its limbs transformed into claws, and it rushed around, trying to escape to the sky.

Holding his breath, Bai Ze wrapped the end of the magic rope around his palm a few times, strangling him hard.

The magic rope was tightened more and more tightly, and it strangled Bai Ze's palm until it turned white, and the thinner skin was cut into holes, overflowing with scarlet blood.

Although it is necessary to catch the alive, the concept of "alive" is very subtle-you can still be alive if you are seriously injured, you can still be alive if you are half-dead, and you can still be alive if you only hang your breath.

Seeing that he could no longer hold back, Bai Ze let out a breath, his eyes became colder and colder, and he had a decision in his heart.

He grabbed the magic rope with one hand, lifted the sword in his hand with the other, and swung it at the horned monster.

"You wait for this deity!"

At this moment, the horned monster let out a long roar, and a monstrous devilish energy burst out from its body, breaking the whole magic rope into several pieces!

The broken silver-white rope slammed into all directions, and half of the rope was thrown back into Bai Ze's hand. His palm was ground to a bloody mess, and big drops of blood were dripping down.

In the middle of the demonic energy, the horned monster turned into a huge black head, its tail fin slammed on the ground, and with a roar, it rushed into the air amidst the snow spray, drawing a broken arc.

An invisible force hit Bai Ze's body, and his black military boots were half sunk in the snow, pushed out several meters by that brutal force, drawing two long lines on the snow.

Bai Ze plunged his sword into a wall with his backhand, and barely stopped. His internal organs were almost stewed by the impact, his throat was fishy, ​​and a smear of blood overflowed from the corner of his lips, which lined his skin. It's getting colder and whiter.

He obviously didn't care about the injuries on his body. He casually wiped his long fingers, and the bright moonlight illuminated his icy face. The hair wiped back was messed up in the fight. The beautifully shaped eyes narrowed slightly, and the pupils of the eyes turned scarlet at some point, and their eyes were locked on a certain figure rushing towards the sky.

That guy's body is very long, with no distinction between body and tail. The thinnest part is as thick as an adult's waist. He is covered with hard black scales. His head is somewhat like a python, but some are sharp. Pointed scales, flowing whiskers beside the mouth, reverse scales under the throat, and long fins at the end.

There are a pair of black horns on his head, the one on the left is longer with several branches, while the other is very short.

The golden vertical pupils trembled violently, and they kept making sharp whistling noises. There were two huge fangs in the wide open mouth, and the letter was like a capitalized and bold tilde.

Part snake, part dragon.

Legend has it that a spirit snake who has practiced for many years can turn into a dragon after successfully crossing the catastrophe.

Although the bloodline of the jiao is not as noble as that of the dragon, it is still a king, but when Bai Ze looked at the "Jiao" with a pair of irregular horns in front of him, why did he think it was at most a bronze?

Horned monsters—no, stunted black dragons.

The black flood dragon hovered in the air, and a slender, rope-shaped silver-white flame was wrapped around its huge body.

Because he couldn't control the energy in his body, he looked a little irritable. His frenzied tail fin swept across the canopy, and then hit the sharp gothic roof, stumbling to a higher place.

Not long after, he hit himself with bruises all over his body.

Bai Ze bent the corner of his eyes, and the color of his eyes became deeper.

It was obviously a fiery color, but it exuded a chill that made one dare not look directly at it.

He pulled out the sword nailed to the wall, and several spider web-shaped cracks appeared around the sword hole, and he quickly crawled away on the wall.

With a little tiptoe, he jumped onto the roof of the building in front of him, and the wall behind him collapsed with a rumbling sound, spreading broken bricks and stones all over the ground.

Standing tall, he stretched out his hand towards the black dragon, his fingertips swayed slightly in the air, and the "harmless" silver fire wire wrapped around the black dragon's body exploded like a bomb, and exploded into a silvery white streak. The fire dragon locked the black dragon to death.

At that moment just now, Hei Jiao heard the sound of metal chains colliding together.

Although the black flood dragon couldn't control the power in his body, he wasn't really stupid. He tried his best to adjust the magic power in the meridian, trying to break free from the restraint with the method just now.

However, it is impossible for Bai Ze to make the same mistake twice.

This time the flame was very powerful, with the overbearing power of the Rebirth Curse, it netted the devilish energy on the black dragon's body tightly.

The black dragon struggled violently in mid-air, twisted into twists, almost tied himself into a bow, and failed to break free from the "chains" that imprisoned him again.

So he decided to save the country with a curve, turned his head with all his strength, pointed his mouth in the direction of Bai Ze, opened it to the maximum, and spewed out a violent flame!

The size of the black flood dragon is huge, and under the pressure of the fire spell, the flames spewed out cannot be underestimated, and the heat wave hits the face, quite imposing.

Bai Ze calmed down, bent his lips, revealed a gentle smile, and said softly, "Is it the dragon's fire..."

not bad.

When Bai Ze laughed, the ends of his eyes were narrowed into a narrow line, and he had a dangerous and undisciplined aura on his body. He quickly spread his fingers, palms facing forward, and there was a bit of arrogance in his usually calm voice: "All fires in the world are all Available!"

Before the words fell, the terrifying flames rushed towards his palm in fear.

The silly black flood dragon still couldn't see the situation clearly, so he kept spraying his "inventory", but all of it fell into Bai Ze's palm.

Finally, he burped with a black mist.

"I don't have time to play with you." Bai Ze said regretfully.

With two fingers and a hook, he manipulated an invisible energy, and the flames on the black dragon's body pressed down fiercely with his gesture, bringing the black dragon's huge body straight to the ground.

There is no buffering at all.

Hei Jiao smashed a small arc-shaped crater in the snow, and felt that his keel was about to break into several petals.

Before he had time to slow down, a fierce sword wind hit, and a sharp long sword penetrated his left shoulder, nailing it to the ground!

Immediately afterwards, the silver matchlock on his body gave birth to criss-cross secondary threads, which plunged into the bottomless underground, forming a fire net.

Severe pain pierced through his limbs, and he felt that his vitality and magic power were constantly draining.

He kept thrashing and struggling, rolling on the ground.

Roaring at the top of his voice.

Blood scribbled a thick and colorful painting on the snow.

An extremely dangerous aura was approaching, and he couldn't help trembling all over. Looking up intuitively, he saw the young man in a crisp police uniform standing beside him.

He said with a serious face: "I'll settle the score with you when I go back, binding the magic rope...it's very expensive."

Hei Jiao: "???" What the hell?

However, after the young man said this, he didn't look at him again, because

Foreign aid finally came.

A loud phoenix cry pierced the night sky.

A big fiery red bird with golden light flapping its plump wings gently, passed through the dense hills, skimmed over the low buildings, dragged a long strip of light and mist, and flew towards Bai Ze.

If you look closely, there is a slender silver-haired woman sitting on its broad back.

Before reaching the ground, Gu Xuewei turned over and landed in front of Bai Ze, shouting: "Boss, we are here."

Bai Ze nodded, and the big red bird stopped gracefully on the snow, transformed itself, showed a familiar face, and said with a smile: "Boss, we have wiped out all the evil spirits over there, and even arrested a man from The guy who just ran out of hell."

Although Jin Sique was nicknamed "Canary" and was often called a "bald bird", he was a real flamboyant phoenix, and Bai Ze nodded calmly.

However, Gu Xuewei was not calm anymore, and only then did she realize that there were bloodstains on Bai Ze's palm and the corner of his lips!

She widened her eyes and pointed at Bai Ze's hand in surprise: "Boss, are you injured?!"

Bai Ze raised his hand to take a look, and said comfortingly, "It's okay, a small injury, it's almost healed."

At this moment, sirens sounded over Hell City.

The foreign aid team from the first echelon of the Serious Crime Institute came in mighty force.

The two helicopters lowered slowly, the wind rustled the leaves, and the well-trained special police officers jumped off one by one and lined up in an orderly row.

This echelon was led by Jiang Shiya and Zhu Youzhi, and they had obviously controlled the entire amusement park area.

As soon as Zhu Youzhi stood firm, he bluffed and said:

"Fuck, boss, who said you guys can't handle this place?"

"You are really humble. When we came, there was only a small group of sculpture ghosts at the door—still packed up and prepared to run."

Jin Sique raised his eyelids: "It's not that you came too slowly, I thought you died on the way."

"Do you have a conscience? Hearing so many victims, we all rushed to call 'flying', okay?"

After Zhu Youzhi's talk, he had already forgotten the business, and Jiang Shiya was more reliable: "Boss, the ambulance and the police car will arrive soon, because there are few cars, they can go around Qiuming Mountain three times in one minute per hour."

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao will arrive.

The red and blue strobe lights blinded the titanium alloy eyes of the monsters from a long distance—the foreign aid from the second echelon also arrived.

Bai Ze handed over the 21 victims intact to the medical team, then turned around and told Jiang Shiya: "The corpses inside are all glued together, let the forensic doctor come to the scene, I want a detailed list."

"clear."

Zhu Youzhi and others are injecting special sedatives into Heijiao and formally arresting him.

Several criminal police officers were searching for traces of the victim at the scene.

Gu Xuewei insisted on treating the wound on his body, and did not dare to delay the busy medical team. She took the medicine kit and squatted on the snow to disinfect Bai Ze's palm that was about to grow new flesh.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner.

The dead air in the amusement park seemed to come alive again.

Those dark, dirty, and sinful things can no longer hide.

Everything about Jingmeng Amusement Park has been settled, Bai Ze looked up at the gradually whitening sky, but only one thought flashed in his mind - the snow fell so heavily.

For a moment, he suddenly felt that he was not fighting alone.

Although these partners who met by chance will eventually disappear in his life.

If everything is lost, it will return in another form.

Then he hopes that all encounters by chance will meet again.

The author has something to say: there is no incurable pain, no unending sinking, all lost will return in another way. --John Sholes, "The Wishing Tree"