This is a source of spiritual pollution, and Kemon has felt a flood of negative emotions.

There are many points of resentment, against society, against men and women, against academics, against family, etc.

In addition to Deacon Zhu's own resentment, the human beings he had invaded, those dark negative emotions were also inherited, until this time, they erupted like a tide, instantly drowning Kemon.

Kemon used his shadow grabber to grab the muted shadow.

But this shadow has begun to mutate, and it is very difficult to catch.

When I grasp it with the palm of my hand, it is like grabbing a large piece of mucus, and I can't even catch it.

At this moment, the shadow and the body have become one, the whole body is a huge source of pollution, the shadow and the body are indistinguishable from each other, and the shadow grabber gives a feeling that it cannot be grasped.

Kemon reached out again, and a steel core popped out into his hand.

Evacuate all the current in the ring, forming an ultra-high electric pressure field, and with a momentary change, the steel core bullet gains an instantaneous velocity that breaks through several times the speed of sound.

Bang!

The strange insect body touched the kinetic bullet and was immediately blown into a ball.

The mucus of the worm splattered with wriggling black flesh.

Kemon was hit by a shockwave at close range, but his body resisted the shockwave and was fine.

The floor of the Light Room was ploughed three feet into the ground, and it was all a mess of flesh and blood.

The Holy Light is like a meditation that keeps purifying these things.

But there are really too many negative things on Deacon Zhu's body, and strange things grow on the surface of the black flesh and blood in every piece.

From a distance, it looks like a trembling cilia, but up close, it looks like an indescribable tentacle.

They shook and rubbed against the air, and there was an indescribable evil in the sound of friction.

The light is difficult to purify, it is pollution under the light.

Kemon took out the sound-absorbing sponge and pressed the sponge, and at this moment, the sound of the entire Holy Light Room was sucked away.

Kemon walked back and forth, using the Bureau's storage ring to store the wriggling pieces of flesh.

Because he was in the center of the pollution source, although he couldn't hear the sound, the wriggling flesh and blood left a deep impression on Kemeng's heart, and he couldn't shake it off.

Even if you have more than a thousand resistance points, you can still see a white phantom with your eyes closed, fixed in front of your eyelids.

After Kemon put everything in the room into the storage ring, Kemon moved out the big-faced cat.

That thing just now was a strange creature that was turned into an insect body, and the big-faced cat could even eat dark food, so there was no reason why it couldn't eat the mutated pollution source creature.

Kemon patted the black and red checkered scarf and pulled out the shape change lamp.

Straighten the lampstand and press the magnification button on the face of the big-faced cat.

Hum, a beam of white light shines on the body of the big-faced cat, and the big-faced cat begins to grow in equal proportions, gradually growing to a height of one meter and five, and then stops growing taller.

The body size has become larger, and the mouth of the big-faced cat has also become larger.

As an emotionless food destroyer, it is no fussy eater.

Kemon poured out the unspeakable flesh from the storage ring.

In just a few minutes, the flesh and blood grew countless strange faces, densely squeezed on the surface of the flesh, opening their mouths and letting out a silent roar.

All the roars were sucked away by the sound-absorbing sponge, and Kemon couldn't hear them, and he felt no pressure to handle the food.

No matter how terrifying their expressions were, they couldn't stop Kermon from pouring them into the mouth of the big-faced cat.

Big-faced cats do not refuse, everything that enters the mouth is meat food, and it disappears into the mouth.

In less than a minute, Kemeng had already poured all the blood and flesh of Deacon Zhu into the mouth of the big-faced cat.

Deacon Zhu's shadow Kemeng can no longer be caught, it is fused with the strange flesh and blood, flesh and blood, it is flesh and blood, it seems that the moment the backlash begins, it is no longer a shadow creature.

The above is Kemon's judgment based on the feeling of the scene, pure intuitive conjecture.

After eliminating Deacon Zhu, Kemeng looked left and right, and the residual feeling of negative emotions was still very serious, but not as serious as it was at the beginning.

At first, it was really like being in the center of the explosion, and countless calls rang in Kemon's ears, and Kemon felt very tired, as if his soul had been riddled with holes.

If it weren't for the sound-absorbing sponge to absorb the sounds, Kemon would have been powerless.

When he closed his eyes, he could still see the wriggling shadows of flesh and blood, trembling lightly on his eyelids.

Flesh and blood slowly gathered, and it seemed that there were other forces to worship.

Kemon didn't know what it was, and was in an irritable mood.

The resistance in his body did not react to this, but his own spiritual consciousness issued a serious warning, as if it could invade Kemon's head if it waited for a while longer.

It can be seen that this time the spiritual pollution has exceeded Kemeng's comfort zone, and the resistance of more than a thousand points is also unstable, and more resistance points must be necessary.

If there are other people in the bureau, I am afraid that they will directly rebel.

Kemon patted his head, stayed in the holy light room and didn't go out, and called the people outside.

There weren't many people in charge of the bureau, and they all went out to preside over the rescue work.

But Kemon looked at the group, Shadowstream's assassination operation killed several A-class investigators, and many people in the group were crying, as well as the text that had gone all the way.

Kemeng's eyebrows hurt a little, and the phantom of the piece of flesh in front of him appeared again.

"They died because of me."

"It's all because I ......"

I suddenly had thoughts of self-blame in my heart, at first it was self-blame, and then I began to curse myself with vicious language.

Kemon patted his head and cut off his thoughts.

This time, even if you don't close your eyes, you can see the flesh and blood phantom.

No matter how much Kemon shakes the perspective, it is always fixed in the center of his gaze, as if it has settled on the surface of Kemon's eyeball.

Kemeng felt a pang in his heart, he had to pass on the information first, and then find a way to deal with this hidden danger.

Toot toot.

The chief of the bureau answered Kemon's phone, "Hey? ”

The voice was sucked up by the sound-absorbing sponge, and the director's voice did not come over.

Kemon glanced at the sound-absorbing sponge and immediately switched to text chat mode.

"Director, write down a string of numbers, this is the group number of the Shadow Stream House, and it is the secret contact information of the Shadow Stream Organization...... Kemon told the group number of the Shadow Stream House to the Chief Chief.

After reading this, the director of the bureau relaxed slightly.

"I'll go back and ask the Divine Beast to check that group number and monitor them." The director wrote.

"Well, I'll go to sleep first."

Kemon experienced a big battle, mentally exhausted, and as the flesh and blood phantom in front of him became clearer and clearer, he couldn't drag it anymore, and had to fall asleep and dream of the game.

"Wait a minute, I'll let Team Luo take care of you......"

Kemeng didn't look at his phone, lay down in the holy light room, released the rice balls, secretly hypnotized himself, and quickly fell asleep.

As soon as the rice balls came out, I felt the restless breath in the air.

……

Kemon slept deeply, and when he closed his eyes, he could still see the phantom of flesh and blood.

The flesh had squirmed and grown, and a pair of faces had grown on the flesh, crying silently.

He will do what he wants, and with this strange perspective of the phantom, he will sleep together.

Grunt.

Kemon heard the sound of the sea.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw a sculpture of an octopus-headed monster.

With a whoosh, Kermon became Cthulhu.

Hundreds of faces formed by flesh and blood appear in the center of the evil god's perspective.

He blinked.

The deep sea of Lalaye was as usual, dead and peaceful.