Chapter 122: Abandoned Fishing Village (11)
"Strange clowns. Ahh Brother Yi, listen to my explanation..."
The third-rate walker smiled awkwardly, and she wriggled wildly in the direction away from the stranger without a trace, her body writhing like a maggot.
"Oh?"
Hearing this, Yun Fan's bland questioning voice came from the gray mist.
However...
Sou!
The next moment, a huge claw broke through the mist, and a small crab stained with salty sea water came into the eyes of the third-rate movers.
"Brother Yi, Brother Yi, what do you mean?"
The smile on the face of the third-rate walker froze, and the charming peach blossom eyes widened.
At this moment, a very bad premonition appeared in her heart.
The pervert of the different clown,
It's definitely going to be torture again!
Really...
As she expected.
"Hee-hee! I've got you a playmate. ”
With the clown's indifferent laughter, it let go of its claws and placed the little crab smoothly on its delicate face.
"Don't... No... No... Stranger..."
"Strange clown, take this thing away!"
The third-rate person screamed in a hurry, and her slender legs kicked helplessly, but unfortunately it was useless.
She could only watch as the little crab poked out a claw majestically and slowly approached the tip of her nose.
Groov!
The crab claws were clamped, and at the same time, the third-rate white face instantly turned red, like a ripe tomato.
"Whoa!"
The third-rate shifter pulled her throat, and a series of painful howls came out of her throat.
Bang!
Bang!
The sound of dense footsteps like raindrops suddenly exploded, and Yun Fan took a huge step past the third-rate walker.
Thundered!
It was as if it was the sound of thunder exploding.
but
This is actually a low roar before the chainsaw launches its sprint.
"Little white deer!"
Roar!
The invisible sound wave stirred, and with Yun Fan's roar, the nearest third-rate move to him suddenly felt a powerful force pierce her eardrums.
Zizi zi!
This was followed by the roar of chainsaws!
The soul burns, and the sharp serrated teeth like a small boning knife spin at high speed!
The ice-blue stout body turned into a streamer, and in the state of unlocking the second-order trait, Yunfan's sprint speed was already extremely fast.
In the blink of an eye, the figure of His Excellency Bailu was already close in front of him.
......
And Lord White Deer here.
Call!
Feeling a fierce wind behind his head, His Excellency Bailu suddenly leaned down and made a posture of dodging.
"Ahhhh
Behind him, a vague and meaningless roar erupted from the mouth of a goofy wraith.
Then, the long scissors in its hand grazed the back of Lord Bailu, and stabbed the sniffing rose, which had been hooked from the fishery.
"Ahhh
The wraith wields the long scissors in its hand, indicating that it has entered the time of the wipe.
"Hah!"
His Excellency Bailu breathed a sigh of relief, as a top-level human emperor, wouldn't it be easy for him to deceive this kind of man-machine executioner?
Taking advantage of the good time to wipe the knife, Lord Bailu grabbed the legs of the sniffing rose and rescued it from the fishing hook.
Bite.
At this moment, an inexplicable force erupted from the bodies of the two of them at the same time.
Potential stimulation is one of the ultimate talents belonging to the fugitives.
In the game of Nightmare Fear, this is the ultimate talent that must be brought with you to save people.
There is no other reason.
This is because this talent guarantees that the fugitive can maintain his or her ability to act for a short period of time even if he is hit at the moment of landing.
The fugitives can rely on the invincible time to run to the point where there is no sacrificial building, or hide in a remote corner away from the cipher machine, adding a certain degree of difficulty to the executioner's control field.
Imagine if a fugitive were hung near a cipher machine that was about to be successfully deciphered.
At this moment, the executioner can defend both the cipher machine and the fugitive.
However, if the fugitive is rescued by a savior with potential, he/she can pin down the executioner and give his teammates a chance to crack the cipher machine.
But...
Potential stimulation is also often jokingly referred to by players as "moving graves".
And this refers to the fact that some rookie fugitives were attacked by the executioners as soon as they were rescued.
Then, they ran around like headless flies, bringing the executioner to their teammates or stumbling in front of the sacrificial chair.
In Yun Fan's view, the term grave relocation can be described as extremely accurate.
.......
Zizi zi!
On the beach, the wild cloud sails set off the yellow sand.
A low beast roar lingered in Yun Fan's ears, and he couldn't help but grin, revealing a hideous smile.
"Hee-hee-hee!"
"Little white deer, and this little fawn cub..."
"What's the point of struggling?"
Yun Fan opened his mouth, his long scarlet tongue licking his lips frantically, and the cone-like fangs were completely exposed to the eyes of the two.
The harsh cold light reflected by the fangs was breathtaking, as if a single glance would evoke the most unwanted fears hidden in the fugitive's heart.
"Let's go, Rose!"
His Excellency Bailu ordered behind him without looking back, and at this moment, his aura as a professional coach was fully displayed.
Sou!
The long whip was swung out, and the whip that broke through the air wrapped around the waist of the sniffing rose as if it were sane.
Bang!
With his thick shoulders carrying the body of the sniffing rose, His Excellency Bailu jumped suddenly, and his left foot leaned behind him to exert force, and stepped on the black fishing ditch.
light work,
Launch!
The white practice clothes danced in the wind, and the martial artist narrowly avoided the attack of the stranger.
"Coach..."
Sniffing Rose buried her little face in the solid back of Lord Bailu, and she whimpered quietly.
The voice seemed to flow with the joy of being rescued, and the strong attachment to his coach...
but
They
Can you really escape?
Yun Fan's eyes rolled slightly, and he suddenly noticed that at some point, the blood-stained figure had disappeared.
In its place, only the figure of a red-eyed puppet with its head swinging mechanically remained.
Call!
A flash of resentment flashed over the red-eyed puppet's body.
The resentful spirit in its body was instantly activated and entered a state of "resentful spirit revival".
however
It's not over.
In front of Yun Fan's eyes, blood-red prompt words suddenly appeared.
Scold!
Thin lines of crystal light suddenly fell from the sky.
The buttoned eyes of the red-eyed puppet were mixed with wisps of invisible cyan light.
The next moment, the puppet rose from the ground, its scissors piercing into the sand ploughing a deep furrow into the ground, and the puppet's entire form exploded at a speed almost like a Joker's first-order chainsaw dash.
“hia!”
The gloomy wind blew, and a cold laugh suddenly came out of the mouth of the doll that made the scalp tingle.
Bang!
Immediately after, the puppet crashed straight into the unavoidable martial artist!
“hia,hia,hia!”
The puppet's hand covered the eyes of Lord Bailu, and the hideous stitching marks on its mouth slowly grinned.
"Coach?"
At this moment, the sniffing rose fell from the shoulder of Lord Bailu and smashed into the soft sand.
She looked up blankly, still looking a little stunned.
But...
The roaring sound of the chainsaw was like a basin of cold water poured over her head, and the sniffing rose was completely awake.
Poof!
The sawtooth breaks through the flesh, and the clown hits the opponent!
"Hee-hee-hee!"
Yun Fan frantically flicked the blood-stained chainsaw, tilting his head in a twisted way, and his hideous smile shattered the mental defenses of sniffing roses.
"I..."
Sniffing Rose muttered a little distractedly, but she stepped away with all her might, running away from the clown.
"Three."
but
The clown's joking voice suddenly appeared.
"Two."
"One."
As soon as the words fell, the sniffing rose fell to the ground.
Loose lines of blood form a character, and a ruthless hint suddenly appears in front of Sniffing Rose's eyes.