She had nothing good to say about this existence. Sympathy? They have all been completely tainted by the curse and are no longer human. The best mercy we can give them is a silver bullet, which may even save them from having their souls sucked away by the Golem God. But the reality was completely different from what she thought. What appeared before her - and was now buried in the shadows under the car - was definitely not a human. That doesn't even begin to describe its horror. This is of course true, as any cursed person who has begun to transform into a golem can be similarly described. But the reason for saying this here is that it is a deformed monster made up of many cursed people. Not alone. It's not just two or three people. There were at least a dozen people, their bodies twisted and entangled like the roots of an old tree.
The joints are like plants grafted together, with limbs of different colors and wood grains blending together. Hitzfeld alone saw twelve faces! "this……!" With his lips slightly parted, Hitzfeld fell into a brief trance. If there is only one target, aim at its head, shoot, and let the silver bullet destroy its consciousness center... then this existence can be completely killed. This is what Mu Ke said on the way, and she had also seen other people demonstrate it, and it was indeed true. But there are at least twelve heads here! Is this still a goal? There were only ten bullets in the Plankton. If you use all of them...it won’t be enough! "what!" The body was dragged further inside. Her right foot was grabbed, and in order to escape, she used her left foot to kick hard on the nearest face, stepping on it eleven or twelve times in a row. The claws holding her did not move at all. "boom!" Helplessly, she could only aim at the face and shoot, making a big hole in the middle of his puppet face. The grip on my ankles faded. Hitzfeld quickly bent down, trying to pry the claw open so that he could crawl out. But this thing... this monster! It suddenly leaped forward, and four arms stretched out, grabbing her left leg in sections. “Bang! Bang! Bang! … Bang!”
With a cold face, he fired four more shots, smashing the faces of the corresponding people one by one. His right foot was freed and his face turned slightly pale. But she didn't dare to delay and continued to work on freeing her left leg. This is not easy. All four claws were used to scratch my ankles to my knees. It would take her at least five or six minutes to pry them all apart given her strength. "Huh...huh..." Hitzfeld finally realized how dangerous the situation was. Just now, she had to bend over to reach her ankles. When she bent over, her entire body was essentially under the car. Then his left foot was grabbed and dragged a distance inside. Even if she straightened her body now, she couldn't be seen from outside. Detective Xia might realize that she is missing, but with visibility so low, would she look under the car first? What’s even more shocking is… This deformed golem seemed to have been startled by her. More faces turned over to face her. The whole thing is like a twisted worm. At this moment, she was in the middle of the worm. The head and tail of the worm had begun to converge towards the middle. Every part of it is a puppet, a face, a stiff hand. If she didn't get out of this situation soon, she would be caught between these things. They might tear her apart alive... "Damn it!" The right ankle was grabbed again. Her face grew paler and paler - this basically announced her failure in saving herself. It was like a cycle, like being stuck in a swamp. She couldn't just follow this rhythm anymore. “I’m here—!” She screamed at the top of her lungs. Your life is about to end, why do you still care so much? “First bus!”
“Under the car!!!” Another hand grabbed her right foot. Then the left hand. Right hand holding a gun. The speed was too fast and she had no time to fire another shot. She could only struggle as hard as she could, twisting and screaming, trying to attract the attention of people outside. But this doesn't seem to have any effect. She was pulled further in. Keep pulling. "Oh!" "Bang!" She began banging her head against the underbody of the car. "Oh!" "Bang bang!" There are so many people outside. There were even dozens of people in the car. They were so close to her, even just a thick board away. How could she accept that she would die here? Die so miserably and cowardly? "You...you monster!" More and more hands surrounded her. Her body was becoming increasingly unable to mount an effective struggle. In the end, she could only shake her upper body and watch those faces approaching, opening their mouths towards her limbs, revealing their flat, hard "wooden teeth". "Clang!" Just when Hitzfeld was about to resign herself to her fate and accept the pain of being bitten, a thick hexagonal glass bottle fell from her chest to the ground. hum- Through the bottle, a blinding light burst out in the darkness. It starts out as a rich bright red. Later it became brighter and brighter.
Gradually transforming into orange...gold...platinum! The light caused Hitzfeld's right eye to hurt. But she insisted on not closing her eyes, and was shocked to see this monster... It actually howled under the light, let go of her in an instant, and curled up its body and kept retreating! Its body was made entirely of wood, and under the light, the wood began to rot and shrink rapidly, spreading out in all directions like twitching rotten meat, revealing a huge heart still made of flesh and blood. Chapter 67: Escape "boom!" As a conditioned reflex, Hitzfeld raised his hand and shot the thing. The heart exploded, and smelly liquid splashed all over. "——!!!" Countless golems' faces suddenly popped out and faced her. Their hideous expressions and hateful eyes were enough to give people nightmares for a week. "Boom!" Then they exploded. As if a time switch had been pressed in reverse, the wooden bodies of all the golems gradually spread out as their hearts exploded, transforming back into flesh and blood. They exploded and spread out, leaving a mess under the car. "Uh!" His scalp ached and Hitzfeld felt as if someone was pulling his hair. A strong force came from outside the car, obviously trying to pull her out. While being dragged, she saw the ink bottle that had fallen on the ground again. He picked it up with his left hand, rubbed it with his palm to remove the dust, and stuffed it back into the front of his shirt in a very natural and smooth manner. The next moment, the scene in front of me was once again filled with white mist. The faces of Xia Yibing, Zafira, and several other policemen in black appeared on it. "Is something okay?" The woman released her hand that was pulling her hair and questioned her with a frown. "Hurry up and tell me! Is there anything wrong???" "I..." Hitzfeld was so shocked that he was speechless for a moment. This was the first time she saw this woman look so frightened. why? My relationship with her should be limited to "okay friends", not even close friends, why does she care about me so much... Oh. The girl suddenly understood something.
Detective Xia, she must think that I have some connection with the Hitzfeld family. If Sarah wants to completely solve the mystery of the manor, I can be said to be the most important historical document. Then it all makes sense. The so-called close protection is also for this purpose. It's not that our relationship has progressed to any extent, it's just that I am valuable. "This is not my blood." After thinking it through, the girl answered her calmly. "The monsters have been killed, and I may have discovered their weakness..." "Hey?"