Invade the World Chapter 320

  Chapter 320 The Turned Wound

   "It's so dark."

  Xu Xiangyang heard the complaints of the girls around him.

   "Why don't you turn on the lights? Saving electricity is not the province."

   "Maybe someone is going to close for business. The weather is so bad, no one wants to come."

   "It's just because the weather is bad that someone will come to settle down. Besides, people haven't closed the door."

  "Maybe I forgot. Look, there is no one here."

  ...Yes, there is no one at all.

  The lobby on the first floor of the hotel receiving guests was engulfed by night, with dim vision and no corners.

  Whether they are guests or hotel operators, do they rest quietly in their rooms, waiting for the cold and urgent rain to pass?

  The surroundings are quiet, except for the reverberations of raindrops constantly falling on the corners of the eaves, which sounds particularly dull across the wall.

   "Could it be that this place was affected by the blackout?"

  In retrospect, when Xu Xiangyang came back on a motorcycle, he did not see anyone with bright lights; on both sides of the obscure road, it took a long time to see the sparkle in the window.

  The usual sights on weekdays, the lights that slowly flow through the streets and lanes of the city like a river, are no longer burning continuously at this moment.

  Xu Xiangyang sighed lightly.

  This is undoubtedly one of the worst expectations the two of them just speculated:

  The other party is not only the one who actively attacked the city with malicious intent, but also has the ability to be in line with malicious intent.

  From the train station to here near the old city, it shows that the other party has the "super power" that can suppress the communication of an entire city...

   "People are inside."

  Xu Xiangyang tilted his head to the front desk, reminding the squad leader who had come to the edge of the stairs.

  Zhu Qingyue came to him, stood on her toes and peered in.

  It may be because the light is too dim. They didn't see at first, a young man who couldn't see his face was lying on the workbench sleeping soundly.

  Xu Xiangyang's gaze kept on staring at each other, and he said:

   "I don't even know the guests are coming..."

  The man's face is hidden in his hair and arms. Of course they can't see it, they can only hear his breathing.

  The sound was different from the steady and peaceful breathing of ordinary people who fell asleep. It was long, short, and mixed with a choke-like sound, which sounded a little painful.

  It seems like you are having a deep nightmare, or someone with asthma has an attack.

  His snoring became louder and louder, causing the two guests who came in the rain to frown.

   "Okay, isn't this just right? Let's take the key up here."

  Zhu Qingyue stretched out her hand, took a bunch of keys from the row of keys hung at the front desk and put them in her pocket.

"That's not good?"

  "What does it matter? It will be fine to pay when we come down again."

   took the initiative to record the time in the opened archives, and the two of them walked upstairs while chatting and laughing casually.

  There is an elevator in this hotel. They took it last time. But tonight, no one has any intention of getting close.

  Xu Xiangyang grabbed the soft hand of the squad leader and walked up the steps.

Behind   , there was a terrible sound of breathing from the front desk.

  As he approached the corner, Xu Xiangyang squeezed the palm of the girl next to him and said in a low voice.

   "Qingyue..."

"Ok, I know."

  The girl also responded quietly.

  Don't need to remind him, even Zhu Qingyue can also detect signs of evil movement in this corridor.

  There are psychics lurking in this hotel, or have been there before.

  The two of them came on motorcycles. As long as they don't summon evil spirits now, they won't be noticed.

   "Which front desk is...?"

   "It doesn't feel like a psychic. The power of the evil spirit is lurking in his body. I only noticed it when I got close."

   "Are you possessed?"

  The girl's tone became heavy.

   is not manipulating evil spirits, but is a victim of supernatural forces lodged by evil spirits, lurking in the human body, and at the other end of the psychic.

  Becoming possessed means losing oneself. Consciousness and thinking will gradually dissolve under the erosion of evil spirits, and finally become an empty shell; even the flesh will mutate, and humans will be reduced to complete monsters.

  Moreover, this kind of damage is irreversible. Even if a special case like Xu Xiangyang can expel the evil spirits, what is left is still a broken consciousness and a broken body.

  The first enemies of Xu Xiangyang and Lin Xingjie were a few bad students who were possessed by evil spirits...It would be good if the possessed were bad people, but obviously, this was just a disaster and had nothing to do with the good or evil of the object.

  Zhu Qingyue's former head teacher Yang, is still lying in the hospital and treated as a vegetable.

  Xu Xiangyang couldn't help squeezing her hand again.

   "I'm fine, Xiangyang."

  The short-haired girl shook her head and said softly for her boyfriend's concern.

   "I'm just thinking, could the possessor be made artificially?"

   "...not impossible."

  As the old man in the haunted house of high-level evil spirits, he has control over the worm-shaped evil spirits boarding at No.41 Anning Street. The reason why Shi Hui and others who broke into it were possessed is undoubtedly instructed by it.

  It's not surprising if there are psychics that can do the same thing—

  Xu Xiangyang's hands pushed hard again. This time it was not comforting, but subconsciously exerting force.

  Because, he suddenly remembered something.

  At the last moment of destroying No.41 Anning Street with the squad leader, he used his psychic ability to see the past of the old man in the haunted house.

  The painful experience of the old man before his death, the memory of meeting someone, and having his eyes gouged out—

  "Do you remember how Song Deshou died?"

  Xu Xiangyang did not hide this from the two girls.

  "Are you saying that the old man in the haunted house could also be created by others?"

"Ok."

   "Hmm... Does this have anything to do with the current situation?"

   "I don't know. Alas, this matter is really getting more and more incomprehensible."

  Young people have serious expressions.

  After walking up the second floor, a middle-aged man with gray hair walked across the corridor.

  He has an ordinary appearance, wearing a dark overcoat, holding the big brother in his hand, his gaze scanned the outlines of the faces of the two young people, but he slid over indifferently.

  Xu Xiangyang and Zhu Qingyue also did not care about this person, although so far, they have only seen this guest in the hotel—

  The three of them passed by in the dim corridor.

"Yes, I have one here..." The middle-aged man covered the microphone with one hand, "Yes, I don't know if it will succeed. It's currently in the dormant period, about three hours. It should be available soon." Shedding her shell."

  Wait until he reached the stairs, he put down his hand and answered cautiously.

   "I have cleaned up the witnesses. Yes, before or now. I will..."

  The man is standing at this end of the corridor, and the young people have already gone to the other end. At a distance of more than ten meters, it is impossible to hear with human eyes and ears, but—

   "Do it!"

  The middle-aged man heard the boy shouting from behind.

  The man was surprised when he was too late. He turned his head back sharply, took out something from his pocket, raised his arm and pointed at the two—

  But their backs have disappeared in the corner.

An evil and cold breath emerged in that instant, and the window glass on the side of the corridor was shattered with a "bang!" indoor.

   A huge human-faced spider rushed in aggressively and knocked the middle-aged man to the ground.

   Before he could groan in pain, the whole person was crushed by the monster.

  The cyan thin, thin limbs were raised high, the tip flashing with a sharp light like a dagger, and then they stabbed down without hesitation.

   "Puff."

   The sound of blood splashing. The evil spirit's claws pierced the man's shoulder, punched a hole in the carpet and concrete floor, and nailed him directly to the ground.

"what-!"

  The man let out a screaming howl, his limbs twitching randomly, his fingers scratching everywhere on the blanket, subconsciously trying to struggle to escape the restraint, but he soon discovered that this was just adding pain to himself.

  After experiencing a burst of pain from a torn wound and a surge of blood, the middle-aged man did not dare to move any more, so he could only lie there honestly.

  Of course, as a professional mercenary, he can't be willing to catch it just like that.

  In the ten years since he became a psychic medium, he has never experienced the experience of being knocked down by a person, and the other party is even just two little furry kids!

A black shadow spread quickly from under his body and quietly climbed up the wall beside him; however, the human face spider lifted up another limb in time, and nailed the shadow to the wall before the opponent started his hand. .

  The shadow twisted for a moment, and finally collapsed.

  "—Don't move."

  The girl's clear voice came from one end of the corridor.

   "Otherwise, the next thing to pierce is your brain."

  The middle-aged man gasped heavily. After he failed to summon the evil spirits, he originally wanted to pick up the big brother on the ground.

  But the shadow lying on his body suddenly became more "tall"—then there was a burst of pain in the heart.

Under the control of the owner, the human face spider unceremoniously twisted the limb that nailed the man to the ground, like a sharp knife inserted into the **** wound, and then turned vigorously. Gouged out a piece of meat.

  This kind of pain is not something ordinary people can bear. It quickly smashed the man's psychological defenses. For a while, his brain was completely blank, and he could no longer hear the loud screams from his throat. He almost fainted without a real pain.

  About half a minute later, two very alert young men walked out of the hiding place after repeatedly confirming that there were no other people around.

   "Oh, I seem to have become obedient."

   "This man's voice is so loud, my ears are almost deaf."

  Xu Xiangyang walked up to the man, tried his best to ease the tension with a joking tone, and deliberately prevented himself from seeing the horrible wound on the other's body.

  He bends down, pulls out the pockets of the eldest brother and him and holds them tightly in his hands, then picks up the thing that slipped to the ground and lifted it into the air.

   "Uh, this is..."

  His hand trembled slightly.

  There are no lights on in the corridor. With the help of the dim light coming in from outside the window, the young people quickly recognized what had fallen from the man's hand.

   "...is a gun."

  The black and shiny shell, the streamlined shape, it feels as heavy as holding a metal tuft in the hand.

  This is a weapon that can easily take the lives of others. For modern people living in a peaceful society, this is an item that will quickly arouse fear once exposed. It is very different from steel pipe fruit knives and the like. In front of it, normal people can't resist at all. .

   "Good guy."

  He heard the girl beside him mutter in surprise.

  Xu Xiangyang took a deep breath, put the gun in his pocket, and the eldest brother handed it to Qingyue.

  The two young men looked at each other for a moment. After being surprised for a while, they quickly calmed down.

  "Hey, what is your purpose? You should not be alone? The person you were chatting with is..."

  Xu Xiangyang asked condescendingly, putting his hands in his trouser pockets, pretending to be chic.

  In fact, his hands are trembling constantly, and it is already difficult to prevent the tremor in his tone from being exposed.

  It's not because of fear.

  He is not afraid of this person lying on the ground. The other party was easily subdued by the evil spirit manipulated by the squad leader, which means that it is not the guy who has the ability to suppress the city's psychics.

  He was just nervous because it was the first experience.

  Involuntarily, countless images appeared in his mind. It was an interrogation scene in a TV series:

  For example, a fierce enemy is tortured with a whip, while a warrior who is **** with five flowers and covered in blood would rather die than surrender than confide information...

  Bah baah baah! It's not like that, we are obviously good people.

  It's just that they really need to get information from the other side...what if the other side refuses to say?

  I am really inexperienced. I don't know if Sister Lian, a criminal police officer, will be interrogated. But I can't drag this guy around looking for people. I don't know if the omnipotent squad leader has learned from books, she even understands the relevant knowledge of forensics...

  Xu Xiangyang thought about it for a while, and suddenly found that the man who was overwhelmed on the ground was trying to raise his neck, a pair of bloodshot triangular eyes staring at them fiercely.

   "Qingyue!"

  He reacted and shouted again.

  A human-shaped black shadow lay on the ceiling at the corner of the corridor, then let out a sharp roar, turned and rushed towards them.

  The speed was too fast, like a leopard on the grassland, and immediately ran wild after finding its prey.

  It's not only fast, but this guy's movements are also very weird. He leapt directly along the inverted ceiling and side walls.

  It walked on the ground at 90 degrees perpendicular to the ground, as if gravity had lost its effect on the shadow.

  Just a breath of effort, the monster has already rushed in front of them.

  Although he can't see clearly, Xu Xiangyang can tell at a glance...

   is the front desk.

  But now he has become a sad monster, just like Teacher Yang.

  Xu Xiangyang couldn't help sighing.

  He and Qingyue didn't need to retreat, a huge moth flapping its wings fell from the sky and threw its possessor to the ground.

  Xu Xiangyang glanced down at the middle-aged man, thinking about whether to give him a few more kicks to make him more cooperative, the girl beside him had already coldly spoken.

   "You moved."

   Before she finished her words, the human-faced spider lying on the man couldn't wait to vigorously agitate the limbs, and the wound that expanded further, heard a creepy sound of "chittering chuckling".

  The scream of screams resounded through the corridor again, spreading far, far away in this gloomy and silent rainy night...

  (End of this chapter)

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