I Have Died Long Ago, Poor Because No One Burns Paper?

The strange era is coming, and countless dead return to the world.

When the news was announced, it quickly caused an uproar and became the biggest news in the world.

A few days passed, and countless people were still immersed in shock.

And on the Internet, there has been a lot of noise because of this matter.

"This is the end! The end of mankind!"

"The weirdness that can't be killed with conventional weapons will eventually crawl out of the dungeon, twisting and killing all humans!"

"Humans can't fight against weirdness at all!"

Most people maintain a pessimistic attitude and express their opinions online.

Many people who were afraid of being weird and never watched similar film and television works trembled even more. They didn't dare to go out for a few days and only hid in their rooms.

"If, on the day when the weirdness comes, I will choose to kill myself. I... am too afraid of those things."

As soon as similar remarks came out, some sarcastic netizens commented and replied:

"Then why don't you just die now, there is still a chance to die early, and it will become weird, then you are not afraid of weirdness?"

As soon as this remark came out, hundreds of thousands of people disliked it, but there were also hundreds of thousands of people who liked it.

In fact, there are quite a few people who have this kind of thinking and take practical actions.

Local news everywhere is reporting that the suicide rate is increasing day by day.

Forcing the official explanations of various countries, the formation of weirdness often requires special conditions, not just death.

Otherwise, from ancient times to the present, more than tens of billions of human beings have died. If omnipotence becomes weird, human beings simply surrender.

"You idiots, this is a new era, the beginning of human re-evolution!"

"We will be a new life!"

"Don't you know? Human beings can become tricksters with extraordinary power!"

In a dimly lit room, a pale man typed his opinion on the keyboard.

Soon, someone replied, most of them sniffed.

"Evolve when you say evolution? How do you know that you are not a fertilizer in the process of evolution?"

"Even if it is a trickster, it still depends on the weirdness, right? People cooperate with the weirdness, and they will perish sooner or later."

"Call us idiots, you are the real idiot, has your brain been eaten by weirdness?"

A series of critical comments came into view, and the man in the room became crazy.

He frantically tapped on the keyboard, scolding a dozen or even dozens of people at the same time, without losing the wind.

Not because he is good at cursing, but because his arms are much larger than normal people.

His bare upper body has eight or nine arms.

Some are on the ribs.

Some are on the shoulders.

Some even grow on the stomach.

The appearance of the arms also looks completely different, or the skin is whiter, or the fingers are slender.

Obviously not the same body can grow out.

Take a closer look, the roots of the two arms are still slowly oozing blood.

"Hands, my hands are still too few!"

The man stood up in a rage, panting heavily.

He used to be extremely hand-controlled. After Wei Wei recovered, he awakened the strange power, secretly hunted and killed living people, and inserted other people's arms into his body.

ghost hand.

It's his weird naming for himself, and it's also his naming for himself.

He was on the verge of emotional collapse, his eyes were bloodshot, and now he just wanted to kill people again and get more arms.

He is not afraid of being found out.

Maybe it's because of talent, or maybe it's because of hunting the living.

His strength has already entered the advanced obsession.

The ghost hand's reaction speed, strength, tenacity, and weird characteristics make it look down on hot weapons.

Ordinary security officers have nothing to do with him.

Even the local weird investigation department is basically no match for him.

However, just when he was about to go out in a rage, a knife suddenly slashed open the iron door.

The knife is only about 30 centimeters long, and from its shape, it seems to be a bone-chopping knife.

Thick blade, thick dirty blood remains.

At the same time, it exudes a strange atmosphere.

The man's face changed suddenly.

From this knife, he smelled the breath of death.

"who?"

As soon as he asked the exit, all his arms grew wildly, and he rushed out the door.

That terrifying speed seemed to be faster than his voice.

Rip and tear.

It was like tearing up a piece of white paper, the ghost hand tore the entire iron gate to pieces.

A figure appeared behind the door.

He has a burly physique, a fat head with big ears, an unshaven beard, and a cigarette with a long ash in his mouth.

A white vest over a dirty leather apron.

Plus that heavy bone chopping knife.

Outsiders can tell at a glance that this is a butcher.

But the ghost hand man saw more.

He knew that the butcher was also a trickster, and that knife was weird.

The baleful aura from the blade almost turned into substance, rushing toward his face, killing countless creatures.

More than tens of thousands!

The ghost hand was flying in the air, avoiding the bone cutter, and wanted to jump on the butcher.

But the butcher was even faster, raising his arm and slashing violently.

The ghost hand, which could not be injured by cold weapons, fell to the ground as if it had been burned by flames, emitting black smoke.

With just one blow, all the ghost hands were cut off.

The ghost-handed man screamed, wanting to summon his arm back again.

But no matter how hard he tried, those ghost hands twisted and rolled on the ground, but they couldn't come back for a long time.

escape!

Wait until the arms grow back.

Wait until you get more arms to get revenge!

The ghost-handed man turned around and was about to run away.

It's just that he just ran two meters, the bone cutter flew out, directly piercing his back.

With black blood gushing from his mouth, the ghost-handed man lay on the ground, wriggling forward little by little, and wanted to continue to escape.

The butcher stepped up in two or three steps, stepped on him, pulled out the butcher knife, took a sharp puff with the cigarette in one hand, and then slashed down with the knife.

The knife fell.

Flat cuts, smooth as hell.

"How do I feel that this ancestral butcher's knife is better for killing people and weirdness than killing pigs?"

The butcher spit out a smoke ring, wiped the blood on the knife with the ghost hand man's body, and inserted the knife back into the cloth bag behind his waist with his backhand.

Jingle Bell.

The phone rings.

The butcher picked it up and asked in a rough voice:

"Hello? Who is it?"

"Huh? I just finished my job, and I'm going to be transferred to Jinghai again?"

"Huh? Is there the place with the most weird dungeons in Yanlong Kingdom?"

"Okay, I'll go!"

The butcher grinned and hung up the phone.

Just as he was about to turn to leave, he glanced at the computer screen.

Netizens are still discussing the weird horror and the end of mankind.

Crackling.

Fingers tap on the keyboard.

"What's weird? That's the tool I use to kill pigs!"

"I am not afraid of heaven and earth. My greatest wish is to kill all the weirdness in the world."