i created the old gods

Chapter 328 Shadow
Twenty days later, the sun was shining brightly and the autumn air was crisp. Bruce walked out of the door of St. Mary's Hospital and actively welcomed his new life.

Although Bruce still feels a little weak, he is completely different now from before. He is now a powerful transcendent!
Although Bruce is still a little confused about his identity as a transcendent, he can generally guess where his abilities come from.

That sewer monster.

It was definitely the monster in the sewer that gave him the ability. Although he didn't know how to operate it, it had nothing to do with Bruce.

Bruce walked all the way through the familiar streets, holding his chest and head high all the way. He felt much more energetic. A young black man who knew Bruce on the street came out of a shop and saw Bruce appear. He immediately became happy and said: " Hey, Bruce, I heard you encountered a supernatural monster when you were working in the sewer? That's really bad luck."

"Hey, why don't you use your Chinese Kung Fu to beat the monster to death?"

Several black youths burst into laughter. When Bruce saw this, he stopped walking, looked at the 'bullying organization' in the street, and said word by word: "From now on, call me Zhang Zhaochu, Bruce is not my name."

Bruce. No, Zhang Zhaochu said word by word, his words full of confidence: "Otherwise, I will let you know what the price will be."

After that, Zhang Zhaochu ignored these strong-looking black people and continued walking towards the slums.

He doesn't want to go back to the church now. The priest of the church is a transcendent person. If the priest finds out something, he will be very passive.

After all, his abilities came from monsters, and Mr. George didn't seem to notice that he had gained extraordinary abilities, so what Zhang Zhaochu wanted to do now was to buy some items on the black market in the slums and leave the city.

But the black people obviously didn't know this. They were stunned for a moment, but then they felt furious.

"What on earth is this damn yellow-skinned monkey talking about?!"

"How dare you provoke us, we must give him some trouble!"

It's really outrageous. At the junction of this slum area, black people are the bosses of this area. How dare this 'yellow-skinned monkey' dare to provoke them?

It seems they don’t know how powerful they are!

"Go, catch up!"

The five black men immediately chased after Zhang Zhaochu in the direction he left. Although the black men were in good physical condition, they could not find Zhang Zhaochu after they entered the slums that extend in all directions.

"This yellow-skinned monkey must be nearby, spread out, and we must catch him!"

There was no one in the dark alley, not even the wandering homeless people chose to visit here. This was the corner of the slum area, separated by a wall from the bustling streets.

The shadowy neon lights shone in, just enough for Zhang Zhaochu to see the somewhat mottled and dirty walls.

Zhang Zhaochu didn't know where the black market was, so he could only wander around aimlessly and try his luck.

After all, before this, he was just a 16-year-old boy, and he had no chance to come into contact with the black market in the slums.

Zhang Zhaochu quickly walked through the streets, but just as he was passing by a dark alley intersection, he suddenly heard a faint cry of 'help'.

"Ok?"

After hearing the cry for help, Zhang Zhaochu hesitated.

If it was 20 days ago, Zhang Zhaochu might have called 911 and left quietly, but now, he has extraordinary abilities and feels that he can go and see what happened.

At the same time, Zhang Zhaochu also wanted to see what kind of situation would happen in the slums.

The slight wind blowing over Zhang Zhaochu's cheeks made Zhang Zhaochu feel a little nervous in his heart. He moved forward slowly, and before he entered the alley, a cold standard English came out from inside: "Boy, if I were you, I would pretend that I don't care about anything." It didn’t happen, just get out of here.”

"The prey here belongs to me alone. If you want to get your hands on it, don't blame me for not thinking about the relationship with the same region."

Listening to this cold and biting voice, Zhang Zhaochu thought about the extraordinary ability that he had not yet fully mastered, and immediately nodded, took a step back, and whispered: "I was offended, I will leave first, please enjoy your time, sir. "

As a foreigner who has been living in the slums since he was a child, Zhang Zhaochu is not so old-fashioned and will fight an unknown transcendent for a person he has never met.

"Hey, yellow-skinned monkey, you can really run! Now you continue to run!"

At this moment, the voices of the black men suddenly came from behind Zhang Zhaochu. The shadows were stretched very long by the light. Before their figures could arrive, the shadows took a step ahead and came here.

Before Zhang Zhaochu could say anything, the unknown supernatural being hiding in the dark alley opened his mouth and said, "What's going on? These ordinary niggas can actually threaten you. Why don't you kill them?"

As soon as he finished speaking, two black shadows like sharp blades suddenly shot out from the dark alley. There was only a "click" sound, and the shadows reflected on the wall by the sun were cut off instantly, and a large amount of blood spattered out. The entire wall was dyed blood red.

"Since you can't do it, then I will help you."

The strange super-reverse voice came from the dark alley again, and the voice was vaguely accompanied by a strange laughter: "Looking at it like this, you don't seem to have killed many people."

Zhang Zhaochu was disturbed by these few paragraphs. For the first time, he felt that the world of extraordinary beings was full of terror and was somewhat different from what he imagined.

"Little friend, I'm suddenly interested in you, or come in and have a chat."

The voice in the alley came out again, but this time the owner of the voice seemed to be very interested in Zhang Zhaochu.

Hearing these words, Zhang Zhaochu became a little stiff.

He instinctively wanted to leave here, but due to the terrifying aura of the owner of the voice in the alley, he did not dare to make any move at all.

The feeling of powerlessness came to Zhang Zhaochu again. Zhang Zhaochu felt that he was no different from ordinary people.

After taking a deep breath, Zhang Zhaochu walked into the alley. He looked at the scene in the dark and cold corner. He had already been prepared in his heart and showed no signs of surprise.

In that cold corner, a very slovenly dressed white man was nailed to a cross in a strange posture. He was bleeding profusely and his entire arm was twisted at 90 degrees. It looked like his body had multiple fractures.

Even if he was tortured like this, he could still moan a few times to save his life.

In front of this white man, a middle-aged black man in a suit, wearing white gloves and a tuxedo, holding a scalpel in his hand, looked at Zhang Zhaochu politely and well-dressed, with a red glow in his eyes.

Compared to the white man who was crucified, Zhang Zhaochu was more shocked by this well-dressed and polite black man.

After all, this black man had just killed five ordinary black people and called them niggas contemptuously.

This...is this a bit too realistic and magical?
Aren’t black people in America united?
After all, in Zhang Zhaochu's opinion, these black people like to hang out together. As long as they have the same skin color, there is always something they can talk about together.

The polite black man seemed to see the confusion in Zhang Zhaochu's eyes, smiled slightly, and explained to Zhang Zhaochu: "Those niggas and I are not of the same race. I hate them deeply and wish they were all dead. .”

"Those lazy guys don't deserve to be called my kindred spirits at all. They only bully the weak in civilian areas, mock people of different races from other areas, and decide their status based on the size of their fists. They are really stupid."

After the black man finished speaking, he thought of something again and said: "By the way, you can call me the Dark Messenger. I am performing surgery on my prey to let this racist idiot understand his stupidity. At the same time, It also adds a little energy to me.”

Dark Messenger is obviously a code name. It is obvious that this well-dressed black man who does not look like a black man at all does not want to tell Zhang Zhaochu his name.

In contrast, Zhang Zhaochu would not tell Dr. Night his real name. Even if he used the name Bruce, he would not say: "Hello, my beloved Dark Messenger, I am the Sewage One."

There is nothing wrong with Zhang Zhaochu's codename of the sewage user, as he has the water-bending ability gained from the sewer.

"Racist idiots really deserve to die. In that case, just enjoy it slowly. I have something else to do, so I'm leaving first."

After flattering the Dark Messenger, Zhang Zhaochu wanted to leave for any reason. He didn't want to have anything to do with this suspected perverted extraordinary person.

"Sewage person, don't leave in such a hurry."

The voice of the Dark Messenger sounded again: "I originally thought you were just a lucky person who got super powers by chance, but you really gave me a big surprise. The dark element in your body is quite powerful."

"Join us and transform into the messenger of darkness every night from now on, cleaning out the moths in this dirty city."

The voice of the Dark Messenger was full of madness: "At the same time, assassinate those sanctimonious night watchmen and let them know that we are not so easy to mess with!"

Something is wrong.

Zhang Zhaochu began to back away silently, but the dark messenger saw that Zhang Zhaochu wanted to leave, a red light flashed in his eyes, and he said grimly: "Since you don't want to join us, then leave your energy behind! Devour it!" With your energy, my strength will definitely increase greatly, and no one in the entire city will be my opponent!"

As the dark messenger's crazy words ended, two black shadows suddenly sprang out from his shadow, quickly galloping in the direction of Zhang Zhaochu, as if they wanted to strangle Zhang Zhaochu's shadow.

Just like killing the black people before, kill the shadow first, then use the shadow to affect the body, thus killing the target.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie Jie!"

The villain's unique laughter rang out from the two black shadows that separated from the shadow of the dark messenger. They were like the God of Death holding the death scythe, coming to harvest Zhang Zhaochu's life.

"Damn!"

Zhang Zhaochu's heart sank and he began to retreat continuously. At the same time, he also began to think about ways to break the situation.

There was no way, Zhang Zhaochu never expected that the Dark Messenger's attack method would actually start from the shadow. For a transcendent like him who had awakened physical powers, this was really a dimension-reducing blow.

Zhang Zhaochu stretched out his hand, squeezed it hard with his five fingers, and began to mobilize the nearby water resources to the maximum extent. The surrounding water also responded, and a rumbling sound sounded from the ground!

The streets in this neighborhood are deserted, and the main source of water nearby is the sewer.

Therefore, the sewage can only mobilize the sewage to meet the enemy, which is worthy of the nickname.

After all, there is a saying that there are only wrong names, not wrong nicknames.

"Boom!"

The sewage surged up from the nearby drain, and began to approach Zhang Zhaochu quickly, as if he wanted to center on Zhang Zhaochu, making ripples like blades, while resisting the shadow attack.

Seeing this, the Dark Messenger still looked confident. He laughed and said: "It has no effect. You can't hurt me. You can only watch your shadow being cut off with a knife!"

And the fact is just as the Dark Messenger said, the two black shadows separated from its shadow seemed to be in and out of no man's land, and the sewage defense array Zhang Zhaochu had tried so hard to put up had no effect in front of him.

'Am I going to die here today? '

Zhang Zhaochu thought desperately, and the two black shadows quickly broke through all defenses and attacked Zhang Zhaochu's shadow fiercely.

At the same time, the Dark Envoy also had a hateful smile on his face. He seemed to have anticipated the scene of Zhang Zhaochu's neck breaking and blood splattering.

"Crack."

The sound came, but it was different from what the Dark Messenger imagined. What broke in response was not Zhang Zhaochu's shadow, but his two black shadows.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out from the mouth of the Dark Messenger. He looked at Zhang Zhaochu in disbelief. No, he looked at Zhang Zhaochu's shadow, with a look of fear on his face: "You...who are you?!"

Zhang Zhaochu was also stunned. He didn't know why such a change happened, but he still looked in the direction pointed by the dark messenger, but his pupils suddenly shrank!
A pair of blood-red eyes appeared on his shadow. Those eyes seemed emotionless and terrifyingly calm.

However, Zhang Zhaochu looked at these eyes that looked very familiar. He knew clearly that these were the eyes of that monster!
next moment.Zhang Zhaochu's 'shadow' gradually began to grow larger and larger, directly turning into substance. He swallowed the dark messenger and his white prey into his belly in one bite, digesting it instantly like eating jelly, and then quickly shrank and retreated back to Zhang Zhaochu in the shadow of.

Everything seemed to have never happened, leaving only Zhang Zhaochu who was in a nervous and complicated mood.

(End of this chapter)