Lu Yuan glanced at the needle in his hand.

Without delay, according to Zhou Ling's instructions, each of the three yellow bear members lying on the ground was injected with 1 ml of blue liquid.

After finishing the incident, he touched the chests of the three yellow bear members one by one, and unexpectedly found that after the blue potion was injected, two of them were originally out of breath, but they gradually had a heartbeat again.

"That's amazing!"

Lu Yuan couldn't help but marvel.

Looking at the amount of unknown blue liquid left in his hand, he considered whether to secretly deduct it.

"Dead" people can be forcibly saved and renewed, the next time grandpa Lu Yueping has a cerebral infarction again, give him a point, does the old man have to jump up from the ground with a carp on the spot, and play a set of Tai Chi, even the effort to go to the hospital for surgery is saved.

Just thinking about it, Zhou Ling dragged two more Yellow Bear members out.

The tragic truth of this battle slowly unfolded in front of Lu Yuan.

The members of the group of yellow bears brought by Zhou Ling were more seriously injured than the other, and some of them were almost not human.

Lu Yuan noticed one of the strong men with a Chinese face, a bear's waist and a tiger's back.

Before, he was locked by him with electronic shackles and dragged all the way to Zhou Ling.

So he was particularly impressed with it.

At this time, a large hole was opened in the left chest of this person, and the heart inside was missing.

The most bizarre thing is that there is no blood at the wound, but it is in a state of decay, rot and stinking.

"Strong Divine Servant... Is it so powerful? ”

Lu Yuan injected medicine into this poor man who didn't know if he could be saved, and finally couldn't help but open his mouth to Zhou Ling.

Zhou Ling sat on the ground with his buttocks, and rushed into the fire to save people, as if he was also tired, and the hair on his forehead was wet and sticky together.

"Huhu-the strong god servant is much more powerful than the ordinary god servant, and this time I am also stupid."

Zhou Ling gasped as he answered Lu Yuan's question.

"After eating my big blow, he didn't die or escape, and he dared to stay and continue to fight us, so he should guess that his strength is not simple.

I should have called for support earlier, otherwise it wouldn't have been so miserable......"

"What does it mean to be a priest?"

Lu Yuan had a lot of guesses in his mind from this word, and wanted to verify it with Zhou Ling.

Zhou Ling glanced at him and said slowly: "There is a group of crazy people who are trying every means to try to communicate with the folklore and legendary gods.

Pray for strength, wealth, power, and even eternal life......

They rummaged through all kinds of ancient books and tested on the lives of many innocent people.

The most ridiculous thing is ......"

Zhou Ling tugged at the corners of his mouth, "It really made them successful."

It certainly wasn't a complete success.

Everyone who delusionally wants to gain extraordinary power through this will eventually become a monster who is neither human nor ghostly, and his thinking and consciousness will become grotesque and unusual.....

They call themselves gods' attendants, that is, servants of the gods, servants, lackeys and so on. ”

Listening to Zhou Ling's explanation, Lu Yuan slowly built a general framework in his mind.

"The nezumi I killed... Is it equivalent to the level of an ordinary god? ”

"Far from it."

Zhou Ling shook his head, "Didn't I say it, that thing can only be regarded as a deformed cultist at best, and the divine servant is not something that can be a cat or a dog." ”

Lu Yuan also wanted to ask Zhou Ling if the meaning of their Yellow Bear's existence was to fight against these so-called divine servants.

Is there also a division between ordinary gods and strong gods?

How is the strength of a modified person like them divided?

What about martial arts?

But Zhou Ling seemed to see the 100,000 whys hidden in Lu Yuan's mind, and decisively cut off the topic.

Maybe it's really too tired.

"Do you have any more potions, bring me some."

Zhou Ling gasped for a while, and couldn't help but shout at Lu Yuan.

"It's gone."

Lu Yuan shook the empty needle in his hand and said, "It is estimated that there may still be residue on the wall of the tube, do you want me to pick up some water and rinse it for you again?" ”

“.......”

Zhou Ling rolled his eyes, and then didn't bother to pay attention to Lu Yuan, and groped around with his only remaining hand.

It seems that I want to find out if there is anything else on my body that can come in handy.

There is a long way to go, and there is nothing to do.

Stand still and look at the fire not far away.

The orange fire had become much smaller, and there were many charred crow corpses on the ground, which had not yet been completely burned.

Tonight's experience was like a dream for Lu Yuan.

He stumbled into a battle of extraordinary power that belonged to this world, and watched with his own eyes the bizarre scenes that could only be seen in movies and television continue to play out.

If he encounters the nezumi, it is that he has touched the door of the transcendent world.

So today, this door is equivalent to opening a gap that is not big or small.

Lu Yuan was allowed to lie down on the crack of the door, carefully studying the wonderful light that came out from behind the door with curious and eager eyes.

"That's right!"

Lu Yuan looked at the burning ruins of the flames in front of him, and suddenly remembered that there were still Wang Zhichao in the house, and the survivors of the basement who were rescued by Huang Xiong and others.

He wanted to inquire about the whereabouts of Zhou Ling's people.

If he had the chance, he wouldn't mind being a firefield hero.

As for the vest men, Lu Yuan will only dislike them and they are not burned thoroughly enough.

As soon as Lu Yuan turned around, he was shocked to find that Zhou Ling was looking directly at him.

He was slightly stunned.

Because Zhou Ling's appearance looked a little strange.

He stood still, his body stiff on all fours.

His facial muscles twitched and his mouth opened and closed up and down, looking uncomfortable but indescribable.

"You... What's wrong? ”

Lu Yuan hesitated for a moment and asked tentatively.

"Pounce... pu.....”

A few syllables popped out of Zhou Ling's mouth, and Lu Yuan took two steps forward.

But they didn't dare to get too close.

Zhou Ling's current hanging appearance is like being bitten by a zombie and about to mutate, he always feels that he will be bitten by him coldly.

"What do you want to say?"

Lu Yuan's tone increased a little.

"Poof... p....”

The expression on Zhou Ling's face gradually became hideous, and his eyes were staring at Lu Yuan, as if he was urging something.

Lu Yuan's eyes were fixed on the shape of his mouth opening and closing.

Once, twice.....

On the third pass.

He finally understood.

Zhou Ling was talking to him......

Run.

Run!

Suddenly, Lu Yuan felt a trace of cold air around his ankles, as quickly winding up as a poisonous snake.

The surrounding scene seemed to take a strange turn in a second.

The light cast by the blazing flames in the ruins not far away suddenly dimmed.

The sound of wings fluttering sounded in his ears, and a black shadow flew up in his field of vision.

Crow.... Again.

The biggest change came from Zhou Ling in front of him.

Lu Yuan watched in disbelief as a bulge appeared on Zhou Ling's forehead.

The bulge quickly bulges.

It's as if something is growing out underneath.

Zhou Ling's expression also became more and more hideous, more and more painful.

"Bang-"

With a slight muffled sound.

The bulge at the center of Zhou Ling's eyebrows finally broke.

A long, narrow, sharp, and downward curved "horn", accompanied by thick dark red blood mixed with the cerebral marrow, "grew" out of Zhou Ling's brain.

Zhou Ling's whole body trembled violently as if he was convulsing.

Lu Yuan saw a trace of strange black gas coming out of his body, like smoke after a fire.

Then a humanoid shadow slowly protruded from behind him.

"Giggle.....

Zhou Ling made a phlegm-like sound from the bottom of his throat, and suddenly pounced forward.

"Poof".

The "horn" on his forehead suddenly shrank back.

Lu Yuan only saw it clearly at this time.

What kind of "horn" is this Nima?

It's clearly a deformed finger that is more than a foot long even with a fingernail!

This finger pierced Zhou Ling's head directly, from the back of his head to his forehead!

Zhou Ling, who barely broke free, stumbled for a moment, then unfolded his only remaining arm, turned around and hugged the "sneak attacker" fiercely.

The words that had been stuck in his mouth for a long time finally exploded at this moment.

"Run!!"

The sound of a roar pierced the silent night sky, and a crow flew coldly past.

A gust of wind blew.

In Lu Yuan's eyes, only Zhou Ling, who had been poked in the back of his head, was left with a bloody hole......

And the strange figure he embraced.