I Was Reborn in Japan, and Opened the Unparalleled in the Supernatural Drama

"In this way, wouldn't it affect the meal at the host's house? I'm really a guest who doesn't know how to pick time.

In the depths of the darkness, several voices were whispering.

"Then, let Guiyi send the guests away!

Cizai Cihan's voice came from the depths of the mansion. Accompanied by a few titters, this also made the villa even more eerie and gloomy.

"It's bad luck, those guys, no matter what kind of trouble, they will let me do it.

Guiyi slowly withdrew from "Wulaijian". He felt aggrieved at the fact that he was always arranged for hemp affairs. Even so, he couldn't disobey those fellow sisters.

It doesn't make sense!

(Just because I was born the youngest, I was called around by those guys every day.)

Pressing her lips tightly, Zi Guiyi couldn't help but burst into anger.

"It's so annoying! Even at this time, it's obviously at this time, but running over without interest, it's really annoying, don't care... I don't care who is in the restaurant later? The pig is better, this looks petite The young man, like a cat or dog with fierce eyes, gritted his teeth and slowly gritted his teeth. Because he is a slave of the Sakuya clan. He and his sisters are strictly forbidden to hunt privately.

This is extremely painful for a family that is a ferocious nocturnal species. It is extremely painful to keep suppressing their nature. Guiyi, when Bo ordered to hunt, would show his fierce side unceremoniously.In private, Zi Guiyi enjoys the work of eliminating the enemies of the clan. He likes to kill and play with those existences that the Sakuya clan considers a threat.

Whether it is humans who resist the authority of the clan, or the nocturnal race group in this island country, or the enemies of other clans, the "Zi-clan" will hunt their prey with a happy attitude.

"Pull out the legs first... and then dig out the eyeballs... Wait until the torture is tired. Then use a steel drill to penetrate the other eye. Pass through the skull and brain. Thinking of this, the corners of Zi Guiyi's mouth drooled, His eyes rolled upwards, his lips and teeth were trembling with excitement. He let out a low laugh and pushed the door of the banquet hall away. When the door opened, a strong stench came out, it was the breath of death .

The ferocious ghost-like man stood there alone.

Wine glasses and plates were scattered on the ground, sharp and shattered fragments were scattered everywhere, and the falling flesh and blood splashed on the walls, tables and chairs, the ceiling and the ground like an explosion.The entire banquet hall seemed to be violently smashed to pieces, and the lower-level slave beasts summoned for defense were torn apart like rotten meat.The monster-like man turned around.For ordinary people, it is estimated that they can only see an ordinary man standing in the middle of this bloody banquet.

But it's different for Ziguiyi.A certain talent of the Zi family allows him to see things at a deeper level... For example, those plasma-like murderous intent, malice, and anger entangled this man's body and spread towards all sides.

狱!

A thought full of fear emerged.This kind of thing is like hell itself burning with blood flames.Zi Guiyi felt like seeing a distorted hell at this moment.He couldn't help but let out a scream, and fled in the corridor like a frightened rabbit.

"What are you doing?"

Fang Jing held a half-human, half-animal monster with the head of a rabbit in his hands.

Seeing the escaped boy, he couldn't help frowning, still not understanding what happened.

Chapter 342 Intervention

Throwing the remains of the humanoid monster with a faceless face on the ground, the square mirror looked around the banquet hall.A strange scent wafted in the air, this smell was sweet and greasy, and in the banquet hall, which was under its own strength, this strange smell wafted everywhere.

"Weaker than expected.

It should be a low-level nocturnal species, a monster weaker than beast ghosts, but it seems to be very good at using illusion and mirror space.

(In terms of single-body combat power, it is not strong. But it can create hallucinations... The scene I saw just now is also part of the hallucination.

There was no feast of human flesh in the banquet hall. It was some kind of hallucinatory gas released by the faceless monsters. I should have smelled this smell to fall for it.

"Nocturnal species and the filthy stream have all kinds of strange abilities. From this point of view, it is really a careless precaution.

He is very confident in terms of strength, and at his current level, there will not be too many enemies who can confront him head-on.

But on the other hand, among the nocturnal species and the filth, there are not many groups like myself who are constantly digging their own strength on the physical level.

Most of the filth are not entities, and the outsiders who account for more stars in the filth have also transformed from high-dimensional alien existences into existences that can walk in this world.In order to save energy, they generally do not work hard on the entity.

"The information given by the Blood Binder and Shiwen Yinzhi also shows that only the ancient nocturnal species have monsters that rely entirely on their bodies to fight, and most of them are huge..

In another parallel world, the stone giant on Siren Island is suspected to be the descendant of "troll".In modern times, ancient nocturnal species are almost extinct in the present world. Legend has it that deserts and ancient cities in the Middle East have been relics, and traces of trolls occasionally appear.

"The kid who came in just now, I have a little impression, he seems to be a servant of Sakuya's family

He took a step forward, sprinting forward as if speeding up. For some reason, the corridor became empty and deep. He rushed forward with all his strength, but he didn't come to the end in half a hour.And for some reason, a large number of Western paintings appeared on both sides of the corridor.Fang Jing's footsteps also stopped, because he noticed that these western paintings had weirdness.

"The screens are exactly the same.

Every painting seems to be the same. The background of these Western oil paintings is a black forest. At the end of the forest there is a hut, which should be a wooden hut. The hut has no windows.

brown door.All the oil painters on both sides of this corridor are of the same landscape, black woods, cabins, these paintings are hung on the wall, all hanging close to each other, with no end in sight.

"What kind of tricks are you playing again!" This corridor is not a false existence, it is an ordinary corridor, but these oil paintings are a bit weird. 004567

Staring at the left and right pictures, he always felt that these pictures had an uncomfortable atmosphere.

Moving forward, the floor creaked.From nowhere, there was a slight sound of the door lock being opened.

At the same time, Fang Jing stopped again, because he caught a glimpse of the corner of the picture with his peripheral vision just now.The wooden door of the wooden house in the oil painting was opened with a gap.

Speaking of which, the pictures of these oil paintings should be the same, right? He glanced at the other paintings and found that the other oil paintings were all the same, and a gap was opened on the wooden door].

"Hmph. Fang Jing sneered, he didn't rush forward, but walked slowly.

Squeak!

There was a faint sound of the door shaft turning.Fang Jing also noticed at this time. There was a certain change in the oil painting. The wooden door in the black forest was opened a little, and a shadow appeared behind the door.

Forest!

A black hand, just like that, quietly emerged from the painting behind Fang Jing.This weird black hand stretched out from the painting, stretched forward bit by bit, and grabbed Ruo Ruo's head.Suddenly, this weird black hand was grasped by a strong and powerful hand.

.Don’t you like playing hide-and-seek very much?” Fang Jing turned his face, and he grasped the five fingers of the black hand like iron tongs to hold the black hand. No matter how hard the black hand tried, it couldn’t get out of it. Fang Jing's hand broke away.

Click! This weird black hand simply broke off from the back half, just like a gecko cut off its tail to protect itself and chose to escape into the oil painting.And the severed hand held by Fang Jing also melted like a liquid.