An island.

In a certain jungle, a large number of fortifications were lined up, and in the most core of the secret room, there was a sudden sound.

Stompe!

The sound of hurried footsteps came, opening the door that had been sealed for a long time.

Immediately, they saw Barton, naked, crawling out of a giant eggshell.

"Dead again?"

Patton took the towel with a blank face and began to wipe the mucus off his body: "What time is it?" When was the last time I came? ”

"Chief, the last time you came to leave a memory, it was the 400th year of the Black Iron Calendar, and now it is the 401st year of the Black Iron Calendar, the month of the Aries ......"

Several members of the Investigation Unit replied respectfully.

"Looks like I'm dying again......"

Barton's face was expressionless: "Where did I go?" ”

"According to the latest contact information, it is preparing to deal with the dark festival in Kimbert City...... But ......"

Just as the members were stammering their descriptions, several hurried sirens suddenly sounded.

"Another adult's fatal egg has awakened?"

The remaining members opened their mouths wide: "Could it be that the headquarters of the Investigation Division has been attacked this time?" ”

"I'm a little more interested in the Dark Rite in Kimbert City than that......" Barton got dressed and walked outside, where he saw several other senior investigators: "Gentlemen...... We're in trouble, but before that, let's go for a check-up and treatment......"

……

"Weird abilities!"

Fang Yuan's gaze was far away, he had already seen this, and he couldn't help but exclaim: "It's not resurrection, but a method similar to cloning and memory copying, storage, and transfer, can you do this through extraordinary means?" It's also a rebirth of the low-profile version......"

In fact, the real Patton has died a long time ago I don't know how many times.

After that, all that survived were clones of him, as well as reproduced memories.

Although it is only a replica, when the real thing is completely gone, the only thing left is naturally the only genuine product.

Of course, with Fang Yuan's ability, it would be easy for Barton to completely perish.

Like what...... In his memory, a terrifying imprint is planted, and no matter what clones are reborn from memory, they will immediately meet with doom and be finally destroyed!

"But...... This kind of small miscellaneous fish doesn't even have the interest to kill it a second time......"

Fang Yuan shook his head and snapped his fingers.

Stompe!

With the sound of footsteps, many zombie-like investigators appeared behind him.

"Go ahead!"

To cause problems for the Investigation Division, the previous one was just an appetizer.

The real-life version of Resident Evil is the main meal!

"Perhaps...... And a little easter egg! ”

Looking at the mutilated corpse of Barton on the ground, Fang Yuan smiled, and a vine pierced directly into the corpse.

Click! Click!

A tooth-aching sound sounded, and the vines shattered and devoured Barton's original bones like poisonous snakes, and, replacing his original bones, staggered to his feet, turning into a half-human, half-plant monster.

"I hope you can be more decisive when you kill the monster that your corpse has turned into......"

Fang Yuan was slightly looking forward to the tunnel and disappeared into the void.

……

Kimbert City, beyond the haunted house.

A group of men in black arrived quietly and successfully completed the blockade.

"Group 1, Rush In!"

Ryan was silent for a long time, and finally gave the order.

Smack!

A team of men in black climbed through the window, equipped with enchanted bullets, voodoo dolls, and other extraordinary items.

"Second group!"

"Group 3!"

……

It didn't take long for various feedbacks to come in one after another:

"The back garden is normal!"

"The hallway is normal!"

"The living room is normal!"

"No enemies or signs of combat were found!"

"Lock down the study! Come with me! Ryan took a deep breath and walked through the gate into Robert's haunted mansion with two extraordinary men.

"Haha...... Take it easy! Simon clasped his hands, followed by two resurrected corpses in black cloaks, but it was very relaxed: "The extraordinary seed of dreams has been absorbed by Nietzsche, even if there are some left, it will not be particularly powerful......"

"Not necessarily, not to mention, that oil painting can wipe out all the original people of this mansion......" Ryan looked solemn and took a deep breath before coming to the study, and pushed the door open with both hands.

Squeak!

The door to the study was opened, revealing everything behind it.

The shelves are lined with dappled light and shadow.

Everything seems to be no different from before, and Nietzsche can't help but be in a trance.

"That's it, Dream!"

Immediately, Simon's voice came.

Nietzsche regained his spirits, patted his face, and saw the oil paintings on the walls.

'Okay...... It seems that the Andy boss really painted a fake painting to deceive people...... But why, do both of them feel so real to me? He couldn't figure it out, and suddenly, it was as if a thunderbolt struck the sea of knowledge: 'No...... It should be said that the fakes in that grocery store feel even more terrifying! ’

"Simon!" Ryan winked.

Simon signaled, and a rejuvenated corpse immediately stepped forward, covered the oil painting with a black cloth, and took it down.

"All the best!"

Simon grinned: "I'll just say it...... It's been auctioned so many times, why hasn't it been a problem before? ”

"Alright, let your servants take it out, be careful all the way, let's go back to the base!" Ryan didn't dare to be careless.

The group walked out of the study and came to the gate.

"It seems...... Something went too far? ”

Nietzsche thought silently in his heart, and when this thought came to mind, the fireball in his head suddenly swelled, exuding a scorching power.

"Ahh He couldn't help but cover his eyes, it felt as if he was covering two stoves!

"Nietzsche, what's going on?"

Simon walked over and reached out with his palm of concern, wanting to pat him on the shoulder.

But in Nietzsche's bloodshot eyes, the flesh and blood on the palm of this hand kept falling, and finally only white bones remained.

"What's wrong, Nietzsche?" Ryan looked over with concern, and pieces of flesh and skin on his face fell off like a burning oil painting.

"Ah!!h

Nietzsche screamed, his hands blazing, and grabbed Simon and Ryan violently.

Raging!

Golden flames spread from him, igniting the two monsters and turning them into torches.

In an instant, the surrounding environment changed again.

Nietzsche found himself back in his study, but it was empty.

On the opposite wall, half of Ryan's body had been sucked into the painting, and Simon was completely gone.

"After entering the study, we entered our respective illusion worlds?"

Nietzsche clenched his lip, took two steps forward, grabbed Ryan's legs, and pulled him out of the wall as if pulling a turnip.

After pulling Ryan out, he suddenly saw a hand!

The palm was pale and illusory, yet slender and delicate, as if it came from a young girl, and at this time it was grasping Ryan's collar.

Ryan had a blank look on his face as he let the other man drag him into the painting.

"You...... Don't! ”

Nietzsche stepped forward, knocked off the girl's illusory palm, and watched her retract into the painting.

"Simon! Simon! ”

He shouted several times, but there was no response from his surroundings, and his heart couldn't help but sink.

That extraordinary person who achieved it earlier than him, who had many abilities such as voodoo, who was extremely delicate and excellent in all aspects, died so inexplicably?

In the midst of strange and extraordinary events, sometimes, even the extraordinary are no different from ordinary people!

"Hurry up and get out!"

Nietzsche carried Ryan to the door of the study, but found that the two main doors had been closed for some time.

And in the walls on all sides, shouts seem to be heard all the time.

"Come back!"

"Come back!"

"Become one with us!"

"Merge with the Supreme and the Great!"

……

All kinds of babbling came to Nietzsche's ears.

When he looked back in amazement, he saw that the starry sky in the dreamy oil painting was constantly distorting and magnifying, turning into a personal ...... There were maidens in dressing gowns, various servants, and even Mr. Robert, whom he had seen once that day.

In the center, there is the appearance of a young man, it is Simon!

All sorts of voices came from them.

Countless pale palms began to reach out to Nietzsche.

"Nope! Don't you think! ”

Nietzsche's eyes were resolute, and he was running the Great Sun Meditation Method with all his might, and his body was wrapped in golden flames.

One by one, the ghosts were lit by him and turned into torches.

In the end, his hands were on the frame: "Go die!" ”

Golden flames, falling on top of the dreamy oil painting.

Whoa!

Suddenly, as if boiling oil meets cold water, a large amount of smoke rises from the oil painting.

All sorts of shrill screams followed.

Nietzsche felt as if his hands did not belong to him, bringing a piercing coldness.

"Burn! Burn everything, Flame of the Sun! ”

His expression was cold, and he clutched the frame tightly, not relaxing at all.

Finally, a little spark emerges in the middle of the painting, and it burns a small hole with difficulty.

Whoa!

A large amount of plasma emerged from the oil painting and fell to the ground, as if it were an endless spring of water, forming a small pond.

Even Nietzsche could never have imagined that there could be so much blood hidden in an oil painting!

Raging!

The golden flames continued to expand, completely igniting the painting.

Nietzsche only felt a majestic force coming from his hands and injecting it into his head, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes and pass out......

……

Hot!

It was as if thrown into the desert at noon, with high temperatures sweeping and heat waves rolling.

Suddenly, not far away, a clear spring appeared.

Nietzsche was overjoyed, but was shocked to find that Simon's reflection was reflected on the spring.

Crash!

Simon jerked his hands over the water, grabbed Nietzsche by the neck, and dragged him into the water.

"Ahh

Nietzsche screamed and woke up, only to find that it was just a dream and that he was lying on a hospital bed.

"Nietzsche, you've finally woken up......" It didn't take long for Ryan to appear in front of him: "This time to explore the haunted mansion, we lost Simon......"

"It turns out that the previous encounter was not a ......dream" Nietzsche was a lot darker for a moment, but when he looked at his hands, he was suddenly stunned.

Because he felt that although the power in his body was still hot, he was able to completely control it.

This represents the progress of extraordinary power, and it has reached the level of the master!

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