The black man was dressed in a blue one-piece car repair suit, and he was as strong as a bandit, but he looked very nervous. The arm holding the bill trembled violently, and then he held it up to his mouth and kissed it deeply.

At this time, he was about ten meters away from Bai Lang, and a gun handle was exposed in his pocket. His eyes were fixed on Bai Lang's back, but he hesitated several times with one hand, and finally relented, mustered up courage, clenched the handle, and took out the gun.

He took a quick step to keep up, his blood was on his head, and he didn't realize the sound of the soles of his shoes, and his heart was both excited and nervous.

This is the first time he has committed a crime during a dangerous time, and he is about to step from a civilian contractor to a hunter.

He held the $20 in his left hand, puffed up all his strength, pinched his neck fiercely, kept exerting force, his face was red but he ran wildly, and shouted loudly towards Bai Lang's back: "I can't breathe!" ”

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Bai Lang, who had been prepared for a long time, was like a lightning strike at this moment, his face turned red suddenly, and then an indescribable 'suffocating feeling' hit him like a tsunami, drowning him.

Mere physical 'suffocation' meant nothing to him, he could easily hold his breath for half an hour and engage in high-intensity combat.

But at this time, the 'feeling of suffocation' is a forced experience, ignoring his physical fitness, making him feel depressed and miserable like an ordinary person.

Immediately, when Bai Lang realized that something was wrong, his knees bent uncontrollably. Bang! With a bang, he knelt on one knee on the ground and maintained a grappling motion against the empty ground.

He was forcibly controlled remotely?!

Suffocation, mental trance, inability to move...... Everything that came suddenly made him confused. Then he immediately came to his senses, and the [Thorns]'s spiritual resistance exploded again.

The whole process took less than 1 second, and when he realized what had happened to him, the [Thorns] were still suffering from the unknown erosion.

Bai Lang opened his mouth and tried to breathe, but the 'suffocating feeling' still couldn't be broken, enveloping his body. No matter how hard I inhaled, my lungs were still blocked, and I didn't breathe a single breath of air.

Not only that, even if he was carrying 10 tons of dragon elephant power, he couldn't get out of this posture and get up again.

But the good news is that under his strong struggle, his upper body resisted the difficult force and regained his freedom of movement. Only the limbs below the waist are still controlled, and they must remain on one knee and crushed.

The suffocation for a while could not hurt Bai Lang, but this shrouded state was disgusting, and he turned his head viciously to see a black man with nervous and even frightened faces written on his face, raising his gun to aim at him, trembling and walking towards him.

The other party was trying to choke his throat, and he could see that his arms were bruised and his face was flushed, and he had a grudge against himself, and he wanted to break his neck.

In this state, the other party should suffocate first. However, the other person's airways, including the mouth and nose, are indeed stuck, but there is still airflow circulating in the lungs.

Bai Lang's 'suffocation' was not an illusion, he realized that he was sharing a certain state with the other party? Pulled down to the opponent's level, and then defeated.

It's a curse akin to 'death by blood', where the black man replaces his physical condition for himself by cutting off his breath.

Every moment you breathe hard, you are pumping air into the other person's lungs. The other person's nasal cavity and oral cavity are locked together with his own trachea and lungs.

As for the 'dizziness and suffocation', it was the other party's feelings, all of which fell on him, making Bai Lang forcibly experience, and his spirit fell into a trance.

As long as this curse persists, it will eventually cause the cursed person to suffocate after a long period of torture.

The harder the other party pinched himself, the more suffocating the white waves became.

Not only that, but the viciousness of this curse lies in 'control'. Bai Lang's invincible body was controlled by a mere mortal and could not move.

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Bang! Bang! Bang!

Four shots in a row, all of them missed, hitting the cement floor next to Bai Lang, and the gravel was splashed.

When the blacks launched the 'curse' sneak attack, they also felt the power in the banknotes draining rapidly. He had no experience, and he didn't know that the cost of cursing and controlling Bai Lang, a humanoid blood cow, in the form of an ant, was higher than that of ordinary people. Therefore, I was extremely flustered.

The maintenance worker approached tremblingly, his arm trembling violently, and insisted on pulling the trigger, but he made the shooting more casual.

Lang watched the other party pinching himself at this time, and he had already understood the cause and effect.

Just kneeling on one knee, he doesn't care; Just being hit by a bullet, he doesn't care; Just suffocating and dizzy, he didn't care, the power of qi and blood in his body was enough to support him to hold his breath for more than half an hour. The other party pinched himself until he went bankrupt, and he didn't want to suffocate himself.

The only thing that made Bai Lang disgusting was that after the other party launched the 'power of evil spirits', the ubiquitous and irresistible erosion was polluting his spirit.

The 'ability' of any evil spirit, once acted on oneself, even if it is resisted and harmed, will still produce a faint 'corrosion'.

This is an irreversible destruction at the level of power, just as the immortal chakra is bound > ordinary chakra. The power of any evil spirit corrodes his spirit.

Even if [Thorn] already had a spiritual defense, he could indeed resist the spiritual interference carried by the curse, but he still had the feeling of being corroded by weak acid.

It's disgusting.

"Damn, you're looking for death!"

If the White Wave contracts a spirit, no matter how weak it is, this corrosion will naturally be counteracted. But he has no spiritual maintenance, and when he fights with any ordinary person, he is in a state of loss. Although this bit of corrosion is insignificant, and he can't even do +0.01% mental pollution, he just isn't in a good mood.

Bang!

The black man fired another shot, and finally took advantage of the distance and hit Bai Lang in the back.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

He pulled the trigger continuously, but the bullet had already been empty, Bai Lang only oozed a little blood from his back, his waist was still straight, and he even showed him a smile full of 'kindness'.

The black man suddenly became more nervous and shouted in horror: "I can't breathe!" While pulling the trigger, there was a hollow sound, his brain was a little confused, and he still thought loudly: "I didn't mean to, I don't want to do this, forgive me!" ”

Bai Lang still maintained a kneeling posture, but took out an electric nail gun from his arms, calmly aimed at the other party, and posed as shooting at each other.

The black man's racial talent exploded, and he did not have a big gold chain around his neck to bless the 'bullet gene', but the escape talent that had been written into his DNA for generations was awakened.

Realizing that the first hunt had failed due to too much nervousness, and that he would not change the magazine with one hand, he continued to choke himself to death and turned to run away.

Puff puff!

Bai Lang narrowed one eye, aimed, and continuously pulled the trigger, and a shot of needle steel nails flew out. With the sound of breaking the air, the black man screamed and was beaten by the white waves.

In the end, the knee socket was also hit by an acupuncture, and the needle pierced his 'Buringgai' and flew away. The black man also knelt down uncontrollably and sent his knees away.

The sudden sharp pain and kneeling made him let go of his left hand, and the mandatory 'curse' was interrupted, and Bai Lang resumed his breathing, the erosive feeling subsided, and he stood up again.

His mental pollution did not increase, because the other party was too weak. The whole curse, including the one that followed, was insignificant to him.

The only thing that amazed him was that he was forcibly controlled to kneel, and the momentary trance caused by the feeling of suffocation, which was a phenomenon that his body should not have.

Mortals who hold tokens can also target themselves, this is not their ability, but the power of evil spirits. This discovery made him a little surprised, and his sense of crisis became even stronger.

"I was actually succeeded by a weak chicken like you? It's a source of encouragement. ”

Bai Lang stuffed the nail gun back into his arms, flicked his wrist, and drew a movable wrench from his sleeve, and he jumped towards the other party with brisk steps, his spirit was extremely excited.

The black man clenched his fists and found his body stiff and difficult to move. He had no understanding of the mysterious Void Point Cave culture from the East, and only thought that he had also suffered some kind of 'evil god power', and his heart was full of horror: "No, no, no, don't come." Please forgive me, this is my first time, I don't want to hurt you! ”

Bang!

The other party was kicked into the air, crossed a distance, and smashed heavily on the roadside garbage can. The skin of the iron box was dented, and the black man completely lost his resistance, and he was trembling while vomiting, but he was still unable to move

"You didn't want to hurt me and gave me a shot? Master of human strokes. ”

Kicking the pistol away, Bai Lang approached again, reached out and pulled out the bullet embedded in his body, and threw it on the ground. The muscles clamped, and the Blood Demon Fetal Cloak forcibly closed the wound, healing itself with its resilience.

He sensed it, and the other party was holding a token in his left hand, and there were special fluctuations of 'spirit' remaining, which made him feel uncomfortable.

Bai Lang bent down and squatted down and stretched out his hand to the other side.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!" The other party suddenly remembered something, and shouted frantically and loudly: "Black lives matter!" ”

The strange fluctuations spread again, this time not acting on himself, but enveloping the other party, and the source was the 'token' he held in his left hand.

Bai Lang easily broke his fist and took out a crumpled 20-dollar bill, his eyes still a little confused. It's a weird thing.

Before Bai Lang came to Somogo, there was no 'I can't breathe' in his home earth! Or, 'Black lives matter!' So he didn't know anything about the superpowers of black people, and he looked at the banknotes whose internal energy had been cleared, and his heart was confused.

With the last shout of the other party, the token was squeezed dry. It's like the battery of a mobile phone drops to 0%, and the token is still valuable, if the believer believes in the corresponding 'spirit', then those who choose to join the hunt can overdraft and recharge.

"You?? What did you just do? ”

The other party's roar exhausted the power in the token, but nothing happened, which made Bai Lang feel a conspiracy. He asked as he waved his wrench and gave it to the other party.

The next moment, the attack that the wrench applied to the opponent directly deepened his 'hunting mark', which made him stop immediately.

The free-wheeling battles and attacks in the danger zone may deepen their 'mark', but they will never be so large.

Bai Lang had tested it on that group of Nigo yesterday, and he knew very well that it was just a 'greeting and greeting' just now, but his 'hunting mark' had deepened a lot.

This is the 'Black lives matter!' 'Ability?

The white wave fox looked at each other suspiciously, and the black man was pulled a wrench, extremely frightened, so he asked, "What is the spirit you believe in?" ”

The other party was extremely frightened, and his incoherent and garbled answers finally allowed Bai Lang to piece together the answer.

A newly-born 'Lower Spirit-Floyd', a very strong 'New Generation Powerful Faction' in the Black camp, with a chassis in the 21-Rocket Zone.

Like the Black Christ, it contains a cheap 'token' that only takes one moment to get a counterfeit bill with a $20 denomination, but it cannot be used.

Own it, and top it up, and you'll be able to activate the curse 'I can't breathe!' ’。 Even if you are not a direct believer, as long as you are black, you will have an additional blessing, and when targeting a white person, the power of the curse will be increased additionally.

Bai Lang's 'appearance skin' this time is precisely to match the mixed Chinese and Western blood of the 'Aotrande' character. In the category of curse power +1, and the other party is also a black man, the curse activation requires -1, which makes him feel the sinister of the world.

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