Rule Strange: Urban Legends That Don't Exist

Chapter 426

When Chen Yan looked at the monster, the monster also looked at him, stopped licking his brain, and said to him viciously:

'Don't mind your own business! '

The voice was completely distorted and hoarse, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

Chen Yan looked at Paulkin Walker's thick dark circles, and understood what was causing his mental abnormality.

The monster was only a threat, but it didn't attack Chen Yan. Chen Yan interpreted it as it didn't have the ability to attack at all.

Is this a grieving ghost?Is it a rotting necromancer?Or some kind of monster that he didn't understand?

Chen Yan didn't know.

But what he can be sure of is that this monster is very weak, and the "Conviction Law" empowered bullets that can be suppressed by even the superiors will certainly be able to cause effective damage to this monster—the Skylark-300 can explode with one bullet. Monster's head.

He averted his gaze, because he didn't want to confront the monster for the time being.

Using the time when the monster was not provoked, he was thinking about one thing:

Is this monster an abnormal creature?

If it is an abnormal creature, record it in the notebook and upload it before Sunday night, can it be counted in the performance?

If it is included in the performance, how much money can be paid next Monday?
Fortunately, the phone's recording is still on, and it must have recorded the threat of the monster. In this case, you only need to take a photo of the monster to prove that the monster exists.

If he could stay with Paulkin Walker for a longer period of time, he might be able to know more information about this monster. The more complete the information, the higher the performance judgment would be.

As for Paulkin Walker...

This man seems to be doing well, let's see if there is any way to save him.

Chen Yan thought for a while and closed the eyes in his skull.

After the spirit vision was turned off, Chen Yan looked at Paulkin Walker's shoulder again——

The monster was gone, and Paulkin Walker's skull was no longer broken.

'I see. '

Chen Yan thought in his heart:

'The [broken head] in the spirit vision symbolizes [Paulkin Walker suffered a strong mental attack, so that the function of the brain is no longer normal]. '

He turned on his spirit vision again, and saw the monster slowly and greedily licking the brain inside his damaged skull.

"It's disgusting."

Paulkin Walker stared at the cultist with almost angry eyes, the expression on his face was contorted by extreme disgust, and he repeatedly rubbed his right hand on the pistol holster around his waist, as if he couldn't help it Draw a gun and kill this guy.

"It's fucking disgusting..."

Paulkin Walker couldn't stand it anymore, turned and left.

"Go back and continue practicing."

He didn't draw his gun, is it because shooting at guests is not allowed in the shooting club or something?
Others may not be restricted by the club, but for the resident coaches, once they draw a gun and kill someone, they will definitely be fired... As for being beaten up or sent to the police station, it will not be more embarrassing than being unemployed. One suffers.

Chen Yan wanted to leave with him, but suddenly saw the cultist standing there, looking at him with dull eyes.

"Holy...Holy Infant!"

The cultist spoke vague words and walked towards Chen Yan tremblingly.

Chen Yan's heart sank, and with a movement of his right thumb, the Lark-300 in his pocket was loaded.

The cultist stumbled up to him, cupping his cheeks with both hands, as if he was looking at a supreme treasure.

"You are... the reincarnation of the Holy Infant of the Spring God!"

Chen Yan didn't know what he was talking about, but he knew that he couldn't let him chatter like this anymore. It was already three o'clock in the afternoon, and there were more and more people in the shooting range. people's attention.

Lure him to the bathroom and kill him with one shot...

A sudden voice from behind interrupted Chen Yan's train of thought.

"What the fuck is this guy doing?"

Paulkin Walker, who went back and forth, finally couldn't bear it any longer, grabbed the cultist by the collar, and carried him like a chicken to the rest area.

"Come on! I'll show you what this guy is!"

Listening to the suppressed anger in Paulkin Walker's voice, Chen Yan followed him to the rest area. Paulkin Walker opened the small door of the private room in the rest area, threw the cultist in, and entered the private room on his own lounge.

Chen Yan walked in behind, closed the door behind his back, pressed the door lock, put his right hand in his pocket, and held the Skylark-300.

Paulkin Walker kicked the cultist to the ground, took out a small toast, held the gun in his right hand, and took out a silencer from his pocket with his trembling left hand, put it in the muzzle of the little toast, and pointed at the small toast. A cultist is a shot in the chest.

"what!"

The cultist let out a heart-piercing scream, but the scream did not spread very far, and was covered up by the dense gunfire in the shooting range without a trace.

Paulkin Walker took a step forward and tore off the black robe covering his chest, and Chen Yan saw the wound that was healing.

"Look! Take a good look at what he is!"

Paulkin Walker showed abnormal anger, and the monster lying on his shoulder screamed frantically, and licked his head faster.

"Ouch!"

Paulkin Walker seemed to go crazy because of this, and fired several shots at the cultist until the bullets in the two magazines were finished, and the cultist's chest was bloody and bloody.

The monster on the shoulder leaned out towards the cultist, making a "sorrowful" moan.

"Look carefully..."

Paulkin Walker suppressed his violent panting, and loaded the magazine with new bullets with trembling hands.

Chen Yan looked at the cultist's chest, and saw the flesh and blood on his chest wriggling in an abnormal way, the bloodthirsty strain "drilled" out of the skin near the chest, and "squeezed" bullets out of his chest , and "weave" new flesh and skin.

This is almost exactly the same as the scene when the cultist rescued the unlucky guy who injured himself just now.

The cultist's chest was quickly repaired by the bloodthirsty strain at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his face withered at a speed visible to the naked eye - the use of the bloodthirsty strain obviously had to pay a price, and the price was the withering of flesh and blood. It's the loss of vitality, it's... blood!

Cultists use bloodthirsty strains to restore flesh and blood, using blood as the "raw material"!

When this process goes to a certain point, the cultist opens his eyes in vain.

"Gudong... ouch!"

With a hungry gulp, it let out a screech and rushed towards Paulkin Walker.

At this moment, Paulkin Walker's pistol had already been loaded, and with his raised right hand, he pointed the trembling muzzle at the cultist's forehead, and quickly pulled the trigger.

Continuous gunshots echoed in the small lounge, and even with the silencer on, it still made people's eardrums numb.

The cultist who was shot several times in the head did not die. Those bullets damaged its brain nerves, but it only made its head unable to control its body, and could not take away its "life".

Paulkin Walker was very skilled. After the cultist fell to the ground, he squatted down, rolled up his left trouser leg, and pulled out a dagger with an irregular shape like rock fragments from the leather case tied to his calf with his left hand.

The rock fragment dagger looks off-white as a whole, with dots of light green dotted between the gray and white. Under the light of the kerosene lamp above his head, Chen Yan even saw light from the light green stone... It seems to be Some kind of ore with a reflective substance.

Paulkin Walker was trembling all over, and repeated in his mouth:

"Look, look..."

Under Chen Yan's gaze, the twitching cultist withered and exhausted, his bones were distorted and deformed, and his whole body shrunk by more than double, almost turning into a humanoid monster like a zombie monkey.

The transformation seems to have been completely completed.

Zombie monkey-like monster cultists squirmed frantically on the ground, squirming in the direction of Paulkin Walker.

Even if the nerve has been destroyed, it still obeys the bloodthirsty biological instinct——

It wants to eat to replenish its strength.

It wants blood to repair its own body.

After watching the transformation of the cultists, Chen Yan shifted her gaze to Paulkin Walker's shoulders.

The twisted monster on his shoulder was staring at the cultists on the ground, it howled sadly, green tears flowed from its eyes, every drop on Paulkin Walker's forehead would make him stop He rolled his eyes for a while.

Now it seems that the thing on his shoulder is almost a "rotten" version of the zombie monkey cultist on the ground.

The thing on the shoulder only exists in the spirit vision, indicating that it is likely to be the "dead spirit" of the lost monkey cultists on the ground.

"They are not human anymore... They look like human beings, but they are not human anymore."

He said repetitive things.

His mind is obviously out of order.

He came to the cultist, stabbed the ore fragment dagger into the cultist's forehead, and twisted it hard.

A flash of lightning appeared from above the ore fragment dagger, piercing through the head of the cultist in an instant.

The zombie monkey-like cultist twitched violently, and the withered body began to spread out "flaming scorched marks" centered on the dagger.

In the spiritual vision, those strains that had been burned by the scorching marks lost all vitality, and were completely different from the part of the "dead" Gotlinde's "body" brought back by Ohgami—— The burnt strains are completely dead.

As the "scorch marks" on the forehead of the zombie monkey cultist spread to the whole body, the wailing from the monster's mouth on Paulkin Walker's shoulder gradually decreased.

The "scorch marks" continued to spread, spreading from the head to the whole body, until the whole body was burned once, and the body began to "collapse" irreversibly - its completely dead body started bit by bit from the chest It turned into powder, and at the same time, the whole body shrank like shrinking toward the chest. After a few breaths, it had turned into a pile of ashes-like powder on the ground.

(End of this chapter)