The time was two o'clock in the afternoon.

The factory area has long been in a dead silence.

After years of propaganda, the horror and horror of the treacherous spirit have long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and no ordinary person who is not afraid of death dares to break into this area.

Dada!

Dada!

In the silence, there was only one footfoot, which sounded slowly, from far to near.

It was a man, or rather a corpse, with a blank face and hideous wounds, and each step was taken evenly, as if measured with a ruler.

He was not in a hurry, he walked in one direction.

……

"It's direction...... It's downtown! ”

In the distance, on a hill, three soul-slaying people converged.

It was Hawkeye, a middle-aged man with a hooked nose, his eyes as if rendered by ink, pitch black, and his pupils seemed to shrink into a white dot the size of a pinpoint.

Thanks to this vision, he can see through special fogs, invisible spirits, and even ...... A different dimension!

It's just that at this time, observing the 'person' who is advancing, a chill rises in Hawkeye's heart.

His cheeks drooped and he let out a hoarse laugh: "Just observing it makes me tremble with excitement, and it is indeed a natural disaster......"

The soul-slaying people who take the strange path are not very mentally normal, or in other words, they have lost the emotions of the living.

It's a good thing to be excited.

A young man next to him stretched out his right hand and touched his chin: "This level of treacherous spirit...... Leave it to you to observe, but there is no reaction? And also...... It doesn't seem to be anything like that of another dimension either......"

His hands are white and delicate, like jade, and I don't know why he has the code name of 'black hand'.

"I can be sure that it doesn't open up space......"

The only woman next to her spoke.

She was dressed in a gardener's attire, like an ordinary flower farmer, who had just arrived from the botanical garden, and there was fresh yellow mud on her trouser legs.

"Gardener, you specialize in playing space, and you have confirmed it, so the other party really did not open a special space...... Is...... I don't know what to say......"

The black hand chuckled twice: "Maybe this time, we can take it easy?" ”

"If you have that in mind, I'll leave immediately!"

Hawkeye's body trembled slightly, but his voice was very calm: "Don't you know the horror of the treacherous spirit? Not to mention, it's a natural disaster! ”

"Haha...... I'm going to liven up the atmosphere. The black hand laughed dryly twice and looked at the woman: "Gardener...... It's up to you. ”

How to deal with strange cases mainly depends on the improvisation of the spirit killer.

The think tank of the headquarters will give suggestions and plans at most, and the key to adopting them or not depends on the choice of front-line personnel.

"I think...... The gardener first tries to pull it into the garden, and when it reaches our territory, he will use a stand-in to test the other party's killing patterns, and if possible, I will suppress it remotely, how about it? ”

The Black Hand proposed.

"Let's try it first."

Hawkeye nodded.

Although he was a little uneasy in his heart, he really couldn't let the other party move forward.

With the speed of the other party, even if it is slow, it can reach the city in a few hours, and it is obviously unrealistic to evacuate at this time.

"Gardener, it's up to you."

The black hand nodded, looking at the plainly dressed woman.

The gardener's expression remained unchanged, and he picked up a shovel, dug up the soil next to it, and planted a black seed.

Syllable!

The moment the seed was planted, it pierced through the soil layer and turned into a black, iron-colored vine that spread like a monster's tentacles, growing jagged mouths.

It circled around, its mouth open, and strange flowers of bright red and bright flowers were spat out.

As the flowers open, a layer of alternative 'space' suddenly descends, enveloping the surrounding area.

The gardener stretched out her white right arm, and her right hand suddenly cracked, revealing countless bloody wounds, merging with the plant.

On the hill, the three people who were still there disappeared in an instant.

in the factory.

'Fang Xian' was still expressionless, moving forward step by step.

Burst!

In the next moment, a large number of black iron-colored plants were born around him, blooming bewitching flowers.

The void around him fluctuated faintly, and the plants seemed to form a huge mouth that wanted to swallow him into another dimension.

He was expressionless and continued walking.

Syllable!

The next moment, the tentacle-like vines were directly trampled by him, his eyes were dead, he didn't look at it, and still walked in the established direction.

"Failed ......"

In the special space, the three people who were surrounded by a strange flower garden regretted it at the same time, but they were not so surprised or desperate.

After all, it's against a natural disaster!

"My Space...... He forced himself out. The gardener shook her head, and she manipulated the vines and flowers to pull at each other.

But before they could touch it, they all decayed and fell to the ground.

"This strange spirit is a bit fierce!" Hawkeye saw that the white spots in his eyes flashed: "Maybe it's because you don't have other abilities, so it's all focused on your own destructive power?" ”

"Then be careful, we may die if it is fierce!" The black hand sneered, and then patted his forehead: "Oh...... Forget that we were dead......"

After being promoted to the weird route, they have become very different from the concept of people.

Even having your head cut off doesn't necessarily mean you die.

In a way, it can also be seen as a long time gone, and now just a bunch of new 'weirdness' with memories.

"If you want to test it, in my flower garden, at least one layer apart, a little secure."

The gardener said suddenly.

"Hmm...... Then I'm on. ”

The black hand looked at his palm, and a black vortex suddenly appeared in the palm of his palm, like a black hole.

This is where his nickname comes from.

He once relied on this black hole-like palm to devour a large amount of weirdness!

This is an ability beyond the strange path obtained, one of his promotions had an accident, and he had to accommodate traits that were not the same path, and now he has not gone crazy or turned into a monster, which is definitely lucky.

The strange things that have been swallowed by the black hole in his palm, and even the strange spirits, will completely disappear from the world, and there will be no characteristics left.

At this point, the black hand stretched out his palm.

His right hand instantly became nothing, as if it had disappeared.

In the real world, behind Fang Xian's back, there was suddenly an extra palm with a black hole in his palm, and he approached cautiously.

'This feels ......'

The black hand licked his lips, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

At his level, he has a unique sense of danger for weirdness, and at this time, his feeling is ...... There was unparalleled danger ahead, and he was like an ordinary person, standing in the center of the crocodile colony.

"Hawkeye, get ready to answer me."

The black hand bit his lip, already determined.

His palm suddenly landed on the shoulder of that 'person'......