List of strange talismans

Chapter 57
Gu Xiuya felt as if he was submerged in a rushing flood.

The turbulent water flow blocked the entire airway, like a long, slippery snake, quickly penetrated the diaphragm of the chest cavity, and rushed towards the internal organs.

The body declared itself overwhelmed with severe pain, the capillaries began to burst, and dense drops of water gradually overflowed from the skin.

The sight in front of him began to become double, and there was even a sense of sparkling dream.

Gu Xiuya glanced at his watch, the pain slowed down his thinking, the short ten seconds was at least ten times longer in his perception.

"You will die in despair. Be part of the ritual."

The figure laughed maniacally.

He seemed to have used his ability with the last will, and now he fell to the ground, breathing like a bellows, already exhausted.

Gu Xiuya's face was pale due to the severe pain, but his mind was still clear.

For him, pain was never something to fear.

On the contrary, this intense sensory stimulation is one of the few evidences that can make him feel that he is still alive as a human being.

He closed his eyes.

The already restless boa constrictor instantly responded to his will, and as the spine twisted and deformed, heat flowed to the limbs and bones.

Countless tiny tentacles appeared in the heat flow one after another, spreading out along the blood vessels in all directions, like a school of hungry piranhas, swallowing up the water in their path.

Gu Xiuya's skin returned to blood at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the turbulent water flooding his body, just like when it appeared, disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Under the incredulous gaze of the figure, Gu Xiuya raised his gun.

"Nice ability."

"But unfortunately, you shouldn't put the battlefield in my body."

The expression of the figure was extremely astonished. He had never seen anyone who could escape from the influence of the residing fetish without relying on the power of the gods.

boom!
Gu Xiuya pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The invisible water surface reappeared above the forehead of the figure, blocking the fatal shot.

"You can't kill me."

The figure's expression was distorted, but there was a terrifying smile on his face: "This is the power of the gods, far beyond what ordinary people can surpass!"

Gu Xiuya's eyes were indifferent: "Really?"

Click.

The sound of trees breaking came from the side.

The figure was startled, and turned around suddenly, only to realize that what he had been leaning on was actually a tree!

A gigantic banyan tree that is wider than two people hugging each other and whose branches almost cover half of the street!
Its trunk split to both sides at some point, and the hollow wood was covered with withered yellow tentacles as dense as an ant colony.

puff!
The cool night wind blows, and the dense tentacles sway with the wind, falling like mist and rain.

Almost instantly, the figure was completely covered by a huge number of tentacles, making him look like a beekeeper swallowed by a swarm of bees. There were tiny wriggling figures everywhere he could see, without a single bit of his torso.

The invisible water soon resurfaced, this time completely covering the figure, intending to separate him from the tentacles.

The water on the figure's body was rippling, and the echoing ripples came and went, engulfing tentacles one after another.

But there are just too many tentacles.

Less than half a minute later, the frequency of water surface appearance gradually began to slow down.

After another half a minute, swallowed tentacles even gushed out from the surface of the water!
Snapped!
Suddenly, the surface of the water exploded violently.

"what!!!"

Gu Xiuya heard the manic scream from the figure.

He seemed to be extremely frightened, and at this moment, he burst out with strength that he shouldn't have, and frantically waved his arms to shake off the tentacles covering his body.

But all is in vain.

Soon, the figure gradually became stiff and motionless in the frantic struggle.

"You're not the only one, delaying preparations."

Gu Xiuya's voice echoed in the night.

He raised his hand, as if the tiny tentacles covering the figure were summoned, they rose into the air one after another, intertwined with each other, and finally condensed into a vine-like flat branch, which jumped into his palm and melted into the flesh.

call!
The night wind howled, blowing away the last trace left after the figure was swallowed by the tentacles - a thin layer of gray hair.

Gu Xiuya looked at the empty ground in front of him, and suddenly seemed to think of something, and turned his head.

Not far away, the severed hand that fell at the foot of the city wall turned into black ash and scattered.

The yellow clay retort that was originally held in the arms of the figure teleported for more than ten meters inexplicably, and appeared at the position where the severed hand was.

The already hazy bottle became even more distorted after the figure died. Gu Xiuya even saw the muddy ground behind it through the bottle.

He quickly stepped forward and picked it up.

It is not accurate to say that it is taken, he just made the movement of taking it, and the bottle fell into his hand by itself.

The illusory bottle body changes at a speed visible to the naked eye in his hands, and the colors reappear like splashed ink, gradually returning to an entity.

hum!
Gu Xiuya suddenly felt a blur in front of his eyes.

Noisy human voices emerged inexplicably, roaring in the ears, and the crazy and disorderly high-pitched syllables drilled into the brain like living creatures.

The line of sight began to shake, and white noises emerged, and most of the rationality was like a water-proof dam with its gates opened, and most of it drained away in an instant.

He even saw his hands twisted in front of his eyes, like dough wrapped around his throat.

Veins popped up on Gu Xiuya's forehead, and it took almost his entire willpower to gather his attention, and he flung his hand away.

The retort fell to the ground and shook without making a sound.

Gu Xiuya supported the withered tree beside him, panting heavily.

Meow.

Tap Water, who had been hiding in the backpack honestly, seemed to have sensed the strangeness of his master, and jumped out at this moment, sticking out his warm tongue and gently licking Gu Xiuya's cheek.

"...I'm fine."

Gu Xiuya waited for a full half a minute before breaking free from the restless emotions.

He touched the furry body of the tap water, put it in his pocket, and his eyes fell on the retort, with a flash of annoyance in his eyes.

This time, it was empiricism that got him.

He had seen Cliff introduce his resident fetishes with a calm expression, and personally experienced the resident fetishes of Team Leader Han, so he subconsciously believed that all resident fetishes were gentle and relatively harmless.

But this yellow clay retort clearly does not fall into this category.

Judging from the strength of its influence on the mind, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is embers.

How did the saint who was swallowed by the tentacles maintain his own consciousness under the influence of this turmoil?
When Gu Xiuya thought about it, he could only attribute it to the strong initiative of faith.

He took out a series of strange talismans, and found that the eighth diamond-shaped imprint had already lit up on it.

He was only two coins away before he could start home.

He thought, then wondered at his own thoughts.

Only a few hours have passed since he entered the historical story.

Compared to the last trip, it was only a fleeting moment.

Although in just a few hours, his mind, brainpower, and reason were all in a state of high consumption.But it's not enough to become vulnerable and sad.

Gu Xiuya didn't understand why he felt a sense of concern in his heart, which he rarely felt before.

(End of this chapter)