Listening closely, this guy's voice seems to be coming from far away.

It seems that there is a broken horn twenty or thirty meters away from you, and there is some noise coming from it intermittently.

In short, this person's vocal style is completely different from that of a normal person, or his vocal cord structure is abnormal.

After another moment of silence, he spoke again and asked, "Are you one of my kind?" ”

If I don't respond to his question right away, he'll get a little irritable, and in case he suddenly explodes, I'll have to say, "Not necessarily, it depends on what you are." ”

Unexpectedly, this sentence made him fall into muttering again: "What am I, yes, what am I?" Come to think of it, I am the king of the yellow, but what is the king of the yellow, what is he? ”

I casually said, "What is the 'mother' you just mentioned?" I don't think you've been hesitating when you say these two words, as if I'm not sure whether to call her by that word or not. ”

Since the beginning of the fight, I felt that this buddy's nerves didn't seem to be normal, and he didn't mean anything else when he said this, just to increase his thinking activity.

People like this who are not very mentally good, the more things they think about in their heads, the more likely they are to show flaws.

But I never thought that just such a sentence would make him collapse!

He fell silent suddenly, then suddenly put his hands on his head and curled up in pain.

I quietly rushed out of the barrel of my gun and swung it on, but I didn't dare to kill it immediately.

This guy always gives me a weird and inexplicable feeling that I don't dare to move.

Just as I was hesitating to do it right away, he suddenly raised his face and yelled at me, "Who the hell am I?"

The sound was like the noise of a chainsaw cutting wood, and it was extremely sharp and piercing.

At that moment, I almost raised my hand to block my ears, but I managed to hold back, and my chest was wide open as my hands were raised, and it would be difficult for me to defend effectively if he attacked at this time.

Before the scream could reach the ground, he grabbed the hood and ripped it off violently.

That action is not like taking off the hood, but more like tearing off your own scalp.

At this time, I finally saw his face clearly, it could no longer be called a face, it was a wrinkled sarcoma, in the middle of the sarcoma, there were two black eyes, no whites, no eyelids and eyelashes, just two black "eggs".

He stared at me with his eyes, and I clenched the barrel of my gun in my hand.

There was a sudden thud in his chest, and it sounded like a piece of flesh had been torn apart.

Immediately after, from his wrinkled face, a real face emerged.

It was a real human face, with a mouth, nose, eyes, and complete facial features, but the skin showed a dull blue-purple color.

At first he was just staring at me silently, without any brilliance in his eyes, but soon, as if he had suddenly regained consciousness, his eyes quickly showing a look of begging.

At the same time, I clearly noticed that the king in yellow's mood fluctuated very much, sorrow, anticipation, unwillingness, and happiness, all kinds of emotions were suppressed together, as if they were about to explode completely at any time.

"Kill me."

The face slowly opened its mouth, plucking up all the courage to beg me.

At that time, I was indeed stunned for a moment, because I could feel the great sorrow in his heart, and begging for death was only the only choice he could make when he had no choice but to do so.

It was that empathy for other people's emotions that made me hesitate.

This is a poor man, and it seems that I should have had pity on him, and should never have killed him.

But soon, I came to my senses, and to kill him was to have the greatest mercy on him, and not to kill him, just to make my own conscience a little more comfortable.

Is it to free him, or to make himself feel comfortable?

Faced with such a question, I hardly need to think twice to make a choice.

Thinking of this, I quickly grabbed my gun and stabbed it in the face.

The spear blade drew a long sound in the air, and when it was about to press on the human face, the mood of the king in yellow suddenly became chaotic, and it became a way that I couldn't see through, and at this moment I could only sense the evil qi on his body, but I couldn't sense his mood.

Burst!

The blade of the gun pierced the face impartially, and on the surface, the blade pierced only a mass of flesh, but I could clearly feel that the touch coming from the head of the gun was very strange.

It's like sticking a stick into an asphalt pot, sticky to the touch and extremely heavy.

I felt bad, so I pressed a telekinesis on the blade of the gun, then twisted the shaft of the gun and drew the spear back.

Before drawing the gun, I used the technique of deboning, so that the telekinesis on the blade of the gun quickly traveled in the body of the king in yellow for a week.

This guy seems to be thin, but his body seems to be connected to another time and space, and when the telekinesis swims in it, I feel as if there is a huge erosion hole in his body, and with such a telekinesis alone, it is impossible to touch the edge of the cavity in a short period of time.

But fortunately, I discovered the source of the evil qi in his body.

The source of the evil qi around him is actually the heart, but there seems to be something wrapped around the heart.

Since the telekinesis has not been swimming in my heart for long, I can't be sure if those things are flesh and blood or anything else, but I think they are very resilient and very hard, and it may not be easy to penetrate them.

As soon as I drew my spear here, I heard the sound of the wind breaking through the air beside me, and the sound came so fast that I did not dare to hesitate at all, and immediately walked back.

After retreating three steps, I saw a huge piece of flesh flash in front of me, it seemed to be something like a tentacle, and it was covered with sharp teeth.

But at the moment, I don't have time to take a closer look, because the evil qi in the body of the King in Yellow is surging out at a rapid pace, and its physical body has also undergone tremendous changes in the process.

At this moment, the king in yellow is like a seed with enough flesh and blood, and he doesn't know what kind of power provides a lot of nutrients to this seed, causing the seed to start taking root and germinating at an extremely fast speed.

A large amount of flesh and blood proliferated from the seeds, and it was like a large tumor full of blood vessels, growing wildly on the surface of the yellow-clothed king's body layer by layer, and from the hem of the yellow robe, clusters of tentacle-like things quickly drilled out.

It is the source of the evil qi buried in the heart that promotes the growth of flesh and blood, and the flesh that continues to grow not only nourishes the evil qi in the heart, thus deriving stronger evil qi, and the strengthened evil qi makes the flesh and blood multiply at a faster rate.

If you don't find a way to stop it, the King in Yellow will become infinitely stronger in such a cycle.