Manual of the Monster in City

11 The protagonist's halo is in arrears

    There was no one on the streets of Shenting County tonight, as if everything was asleep, falling into a strange silence.

    Only the pouring rain screen invaded all people's hearing and vision.

    The torrential rain was getting heavier and harder, and thin smoke was born on the ground. Only lightning and thunder broke the monotonous background sound again and again.

    The residents closed their doors and windows tightly, and the babies cried uneasily. This strange night seemed to have no patrolmen on the street. Everyone hurriedly hid in their homes, as if they had agreed in private. Tonight's Shenting County is reserved as a stage for a major event.

    Otherwise, someone must see that a woman with a very different style of painting appeared on the streets of Shenting County.

    In the middle of modern buildings, asphalt roads, and dim street lights, there is a woman wearing a heavy ancient costume walking slowly, not the light palace dress decorated with tulle on the woman in the period costume in the TV series, but gorgeous The heavy ancient Chinese dress dragged slightly behind him on the ground.

    But when she passed the street where there was water everywhere, her long skirt was not soaked by water——

    Wind and rain, stagnant water, and everything in this world seemed to avoid her. She was holding an oil-paper umbrella, under the umbrella as if there was another world. The raindrops were blowing in the direction of her with strong winds but disappeared strangely under the umbrella.

    "The rain...it's heavy."

    The woman's voice passed through the rain curtain as if with a faint fragrance, blooming in the heavy rain.

    ————

    "Be careful!" Xiao Hei reminded loudly.

    Jia Qingming quickly stepped back a few steps and looked in the direction where the sound was made.

    He saw in this ancient temple, there were countless mud, sand, and gravel gathering together. They flowed in one direction, like quicksand moving with the wind in the desert.

    Their way home is the idol that has collapsed and shattered into countless small pieces.

    Is it... the spirit?

    That's right, he heard strange little voices more than once before. It was not a voice in the world, like the human words spoken by Xiao Hei Xiao Bai, like the whispers of a ghost he heard, completely heard in others' ears. No, it may be distorted into sounds such as wind and animal calls.

    Because it is something from the other side... a voice belonging to the spirit.

    And what he heard was the sound of aura quickly converging.

    In addition to seeing things on the other shore and listening to their voices, the eyes of the sky are also extremely sensitive to the sounds of spiritual energy flowing.

    Powerful spiritual power is rapidly converging, and the god image shaped by the mud seems to have life. These broken ancient sand and mud formed its new body, which is no longer the appearance of the god idol sitting on the altar but stretched out. A heavy fist condenses at the ends of his hands, feet, and arms.

    It stood up on the ground and stretched out. A giant made of clay more than four meters high appeared in front of everyone, making a deafening roar.

    "Finally...I am free!"

    It waved a huge fist and rushed towards Qingming. Qingming ran back, the sound of a giant fist hitting the ground exploded behind him, and the broken soil and rocks splashed from under his fist.

    "Be careful, this guy is not easy..."

    The little black cat's body fur has all turned into a burst of black aura. The hem of the black long trench coat flutters with the air flow disturbed by the aura, wrapping the slim and slender female body. The eyes under the eyebrows are as cold as a scabbard.

    In fact, there is no need to remind Xiao Hei, Jia Qingming can also see it.

    There is a terrible strange power on the clay giant's body. Although it is made of clay, it collides with the rock and can break the rock, as if it is not soil, but a hard material like steel.

    Xiao Hei opened his mouth wide as if he wanted to use his previous ability again to absorb the power from the clay giant. But compared to the kitten's form, the flow of the spiritual energy driven by this suction is unknown how many times faster.

    The clay giant noticed her action, turned around, and threw a heavy punch at Xiao Hei. Seeing that the situation was not good, Xiao Hei immediately raised his arms in front of him to resist. A heavy punch on her body, like a collision between auras, formed an aura light film that could not be captured by the naked eye.

    Two energies shook hard, the clay giant's fist wind was blocked, and the huge body paused, barely stabilizing his figure. Xiao Hei was even more embarrassed. She was shocked by the aftermath of the impact and back again and again, and then jumped back and pulled her body apart.

    She raised one hand and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.

    "Asshole! This kind of thing is more suitable for that stupid Xiaobai!" She gritted her teeth tightly, her face serious and gloomy.

    Witnessing this giant made of physical things, Yuan Boyang was also shocked by its huge body and the power of swinging his fists. He felt the wind generated by the collision of the two forces, and he could not help but step back, a pair of deep. Looked at the clay giant with his eyes...

    Still expressionless?!

    It looked like "Are you doing a TV show or doing something?"

    "Run, you guy!" Jia Qingming yelled at him. He felt he had to help this dull guy, but subconsciously he didn't want to approach him.

    He struggled psychologically, gritted his teeth, and rushed to pull Yuan Boyang away.

    The fist fell behind them.

    "Huh? Really?" asked blankly.

    "Did you just react to it?!"

    "Qingming!" Xiao Hei suddenly shouted at him. "Use your blood!"

    There seemed to be countless sharp swords hidden in Xiao Hei's eyes.

    Jia Qingming felt that a certain sense of mission had risen in his heart. He had always been running away or doing trivial things, and now he finally has a huge mission.

    He remembered that in some horror movies, ghosts seemed to be afraid of blood, and blood was also the magic material used by Taoist spells in many film and television works to drive away evil spirits!

    Although it uses black dog blood...

    But the principle should be the same.

    Moreover, it is finally his turn to play! At this time, it is often necessary to match the majestic BGM.

    Jia Qingming acted as he swallowed, calmed himself down, tore off the band-aids from the wound, and squeezed the wound forcefully. However, he, a person who is not destined to be the protagonist in a movie or novel, will obviously lose the chain when it is critical. No matter how hard he tried, the wound seemed to have dried up, and a drop of blood could not be squeezed out.

    He saw a piece of gravel that was hit by a giant and splashed out on the ground next to it. The edge was sharp. Jia Qingming hesitated and picked up the sharp stone. There was always a moment when the cowardly heart was cruel. The blade-like side pressed against the skin of his palm.

    pain……

    Jia Qingming grinned in pain and called out directly.

    Not handsome at all! This is completely different from the key appearance of the protagonist who said that!

    Jia Qingming shouted helplessly in his heart.

    The blood gurgled out of the wound and flowed along with his intricate palm prints, like the meltwater in the flood season madly poured into the dry waterway.

    "What's next! Do you still want to press the blood on it?" Jia Qingming shouted at Xiao Hei, holding the wrist of the bleeding hand, he seemed to want to use this method to control the bleeding. Don't lose too much blood... However--

    "Then—" A sly smile appeared on Xiao Hei's mouth, and a small tiger tooth gleamed in his smile. "Then run!"

    Jia Qingming noticed that the clay giant seemed to be mad at this moment, and ran in his direction frantically.

    Xiao Hei smiled "hehe", lifted the hem of the windbreaker, crossed his arms in front of him, fumbled towards the waist, and pulled out a pair of jet-black double guns, which are as dark as night, but they are as bright as a piano. On the surface of the piano, the lightning flashed by the occasion is reflected on the barrel, as if thunder is shining in the pure black!

    It was a pair of pure black desert eagles.

    This powerful pistol can be called the emperor of pistols. Because of its recoil, even in various games, it is set to be used only with one hand, but at the moment it is dual-held in Xiao Hei's hands.

    The gunfire jumped, and bullets poured out of the barrel.

    Jia Qingming could see that it was not an ordinary bullet, but a bullet made entirely of spiritual power!

    The successive bursts of shots hit the clay giant's body without any method. The clay splashed continuously under the strong impact of the bullet, but it only scratched a little bit of the skin to the tall giant. She can only use this most primitive and effective method to find its weaknesses.

    The clay giant was irritated by this constant shooting, but instead of turning around and rushing to the culprit, Xiao Hei, it came towards Jia Qingming more frantically.

    "Run!" Jia Qingming wailed, not forgetting to remind Yuan Boyang, but the clay giant didn't seem to notice Yuan Boyang at all. Every punch and every palm was directly slammed in his direction.

    "Why... why did it become like this?!"

    Jia Qingming shouted desperately.

    "Because you are a rare feminine physique, kid. This physique is not only born to provoke supernatural beings, but even the blood that symbolizes vitality is full of yin. It is a rare food for ghosts and spirits to flock to. !" Xiao Hei suppressed the clay giant with the firepower of the two guns, while under the reflection of the gunfire, the windbreaker explained swiftly.

    Do you want to be so handsome?!

    Why are you so handsome based on my pain?!

    Jia Qingming can understand it, his blood is not something that can drive away evil spirits at all, it is clearly a bait that attracts ghosts to chase it!

    Jia Qingming ran wildly in the ruined temple and soon began to pant, blood still flowing from the wound in his palm.

    He wanted to find some places that could be used as shelters, but there was no place where he could hide with peace of mind. No matter what it was, it would be fragmented under the punch of the clay giant.

    Suddenly, the clay giant seemed to notice something.

    Its actions are attracted to something.

    Xiao Hei is still pouring firepower without stopping, and the aura is constantly gathering in the form of strands, entering the magazine, and then turning into powerful firepower to bombard its body.

    But it still went in a certain direction.

    There is a wooden box in that direction, and the bright red wedding dress inside is like a peony, quietly blooming in the dark night.

    It walked over in a daze, but it seemed to arouse anger, it raised its fist--

    Jia Qingming felt that his body was out of control. He desperately ran to the front of the wooden box, opened his arms, like a hen in a childhood game, opened his arms to protect the little chicken behind him, and protected the wooden box behind him.

    A voice rushed through his throat and vocal cords, and made a voice that did not belong to him at all:

"Can't beat...you are facing...God..."