Dimensional Eroders

The blood in his body seemed to be flowing backwards, Bailang couldn't lift any strength up and down his whole body, and a severe 'burning pain' came from his left hand, which was spreading to his entire arm. He felt his body being strangled by an invisible force, his toes lifted off the ground little by little, like a marionette, suspended in the air, his limbs ached everywhere.

If someone looks at it from a special perspective, they can find that the center of the pedestrian passage is covered by an invisible barrier. Passers-by subconsciously ignored it and avoided it.

Meanwhile, Bailang's body and limbs are entangled by dozens or hundreds of "blood threads" as thin as silk, connected to some invisible thing "directly above", stretched straight, like a salted fish leaving the ocean , hung to dry, unable to breathe.

These 'blood threads' entangled different parts of the body, and the ends pierced under the skin, formed by the coagulation of blood in his body.

…

The silver-haired woman stopped one meter away from him and looked up to admire her bright red lips. The eyes below the bangs reveal curiosity, like a child stopping by a shopping mall to look at a novelty toy.

In the end, her eyes fell on Bailang's left arm. Several blood lines were moved by invisible force, and his left hand was immediately pulled up. His forearm was powerless, hanging down and swinging back and forth, revealing the distorted 'branding pattern' on the back of the hand .

After the woman confirmed the goods, she nodded slightly, still with a strong sense of surprise, she spoke: "I didn't expect it to be a big boy? I thought it would be some great monster. Welcome to Somogo, lucky little guy, this I won't kill you again."

Bailang didn't understand what the other party was talking about at all?

He struggled hard but to no avail. The 'lucky' in the other party's mouth was 'very unfortunate' in his opinion.

"You... want to do... what...?" he asked with a dry throat, painfully.

The woman did not answer, but carefully observed the changes on the back of his hand.

…

The brand on the left hand hurt the soul, and the original 'fangs' were disintegrating and spreading, and then reorganized into a blood-red ring. Just when the silver-haired woman was about to enter the next session, a gunshot exploded in Bailang's ear, shattering the invisible barrier, followed by a sudden tinnitus.

The deafening bursting noise was like billowing thunder, stirring in the passage, awakening the passers-by who were numb and in a trance. The blinding barrier disappeared, a living person was suspended in the air, and the exit instantly became a mess!

The screams of women and the exclamation of passers-by were endless. People fled in all directions, panicked, pushed each other, and the passageway was instantly congested.

The woman who controlled Bailang trembled violently at the moment of the gunshot, her head was hit by a bullet, and then she leaned back exaggeratedly, her white neck bent back, making the crisp sound of potato chips being crushed. Her legs took two steps back to keep her balance.

At the same time, more than a dozen blood threads wrapped around Bailang's body were cut off, allowing him to breathe a little easier and have some strength to struggle and resist.

…

Bailang tried to move his fingers, but it was still a drop in the bucket, and he was still hanging firmly in the air, with enough energy to spare.

It's like a young pickled salted fish that has just landed. It has not yet extinguished its longing and hope for the future, and thinks that it can turn itself around with hard work? But I don’t know that ‘Even if a salted fish turns over successfully, the other side is still a salted fish! ’ the truth.

Before the first shot was fired, successive bullets shot at the woman. The terrified crowd retreated to the sides one after another, making way for a path.

Bailang once again felt the pain of the backflow of blood intensifying, the muscles all over his body were convulsed and tensed, the veins on his forehead exploded, and he cried out in pain: "Ah!"

He was used as a 'blood bag' by women, and the denser 'blood threads' shot out from the body, intertwined in the air to form a net, accurately intercepting bullets, cutting them into pieces, deviating from the trajectory, and scattering them out , and finally bounced and refracted on the ground wall of the passage, leaving little sparks that spread to the innocent.

…

At this time, the woman supported the back of her neck with her right hand, and straightened her head with a 'click'. A line of blood drops fell from his forehead, but no wound was left.

She had an extremely ugly expression, fixed her eyes on the black figure approaching, and complained in a low voice: "You nasty hound, your sense of smell is really sharp."

Then he said loudly: "This is a private matter within Xiang Ye, it has nothing to do with your Excellency, please leave!"

The woman warned with a sullen face, just to delay the time and speed up the progress of a certain ritual on Bailang's body. At this moment, his wrist felt as if it was held down by a branding iron, and it hurt to the depths of his soul.

"Joke, the whole city is surrounded by the shelter, there is nothing we can't control! The space disorder half an hour ago, was it caused by you? It made me travel so far. The annoying bedbugs of the underground organization, There must be a conspiracy behind this... eh? Are you delaying time on purpose?"

While the man was speaking, his figure suddenly fell down, and then he bent his knees and kicked the ground to accelerate suddenly, and the ground exploded! At the same time, a dagger popped out from his sleeve, and he exploded suddenly, his body turned into a gust of wind, passing by Bailang's side in an instant, leaving an afterimage of purple brilliance in the air.

Immediately afterwards, the blood thread that was winding and hanging Bailang broke, and his body fell heavily on the ground. After rolling twice, he finally regained his mobility. However, he lost a lot of blood, his body was in severe pain everywhere, his limbs were weak and limp, and he couldn't get up for a while, like a salted fish out of the sea, his eyes were weak and his mouth opened and closed.

…

"court death!"

The woman broke the connection with Bailang, and then became furious, and denser blood-colored filaments flew out from behind, like sharp arrows, turning in the air full of spirituality, and shooting at the man overwhelmingly.

The opponent's expression remained the same, he bent his knees, clenched his fist and hammered the ground, and a purple defensive barrier immediately rose in front of him, which bounced off 70% of the bright red interceptors, but was still pierced by sporadic blood lines.

And he also took the opportunity to eject backwards, accelerated in the second stage, and in the process of flying back at extreme speed, he grabbed Bailang's body and dragged him away.

"Huh? Transformation ceremony?"

The man was attracted by the burning imprint on the back of Bailang's hand, and then he was stunned: "Your target is him? What's so special about him?" He couldn't help but look carefully, and sure enough, he smelled something different from Bailang's body, and suddenly, The eyes also changed from the previous casualness to greedy: "It's someone from another world! Is that real?!"

His heart beat wildly, and he swung the dagger quickly, the purple light of the knife flickered away, cutting off Bailang's left arm, blood gushed out, and bloody heat rose up?

"Ahhhh!"

The tortured Bailang opened his eyes angrily, looking at the severed arm that fell in front of him, he was filled with uncontrollable murderous intent and hatred, he looked at the man in black fiercely, and cursed furiously: "I! Shit! Ni! Ma! !!"

boom!

Before he could finish his sentence, the man kicked him to the corner of the wall and forcibly protected him. Because the corner is currently the safest and least likely to be affected.

"Leave him, or don't blame me for killing!" The woman was still scruples at first, but at this time, she was also full of murderous intent, and she rushed forward without any restraint.

"Female bedbug! Go ahead and kill, and see if you can escape? As for this guy, I've made an appointment!"

The man in black looked serious, and suddenly swung the dagger in his hand, nailing Bailang's right hand to the floor, preventing him from moving away.

The dark purple substance seeped out from the wound, covered the palm little by little, twisted and moved irregularly; at the same time, they also quickly penetrated into the flesh and blood, causing burning pain not inferior to that of the left arm before.

"Damn it!" Bailang gritted his teeth and cursed, asking frantically in his heart, why was he so unlucky?