Odd Containment Specialist

"I feel a lot of pain in my feet, my toes seem to be soaked in water, and my calf seems to have been cut. It hurts all the time."

The man named Kenon said in a numb tone.

"Kenon, put your hands up," Pedros said.

Kenon raised his hand, and then Pedros took out a knife and lightly scratched Kenon's forearm.

"Do you feel it?"

"I don't feel it. I feel like my hand is picking up something." Kenon replied.

Pedros put down the knife, turned to look at Xia Shou, and made a summary: "Kainon was missing for a while. When we found him, there was only one head left, but his head was not dead, and he has been able to Feel your body moving and have a sense of touch.

We attached a body to him. As you can see, Kenon can move again, but he can only control this body but has no feeling. "

"I see." Xia Shou said thoughtfully.

He knew why the person from the funeral home suddenly seemed to be a different person and started screaming in the middle of the process.

The reason behind this requires a little bit of imagination, and Kenon's reaction just made up for Xia Shou's little bit of imagination.

The symptoms of the man in front of him may only be in the early stages. His true original body may be being used by other strangers like the strange body he is currently using.

Similarly, the stranger, like Kenon, could not feel the feedback from Kenon's body. He only had the right to use it but not the right to feel it. Any injury and pain suffered by Kenon's torso would be felt by Kenon who was far away.

Now, he just feels that his calf has been cut and his big toe hurts badly. But if there are more and more wounds in the future, will the pain become stronger and stronger?

No one treats those wounds, and no one cares. Even if the person operating the body is seriously injured, he will continue to use it without caring, and the pain will be multiplied.

In the end, Kenon will be in the same state as the screaming man, feeling nothing but endless pain.

This reminded Xia Shou of the Paradise Choir.

"This is all I can provide. We are ready to go in. Do you want to come with us?" Pedros asked.

Xia Shou glanced at the fan-shaped red line that was still growing at his feet, and found that there was no red line connecting him and Pedros, which meant that Pedros, at least now, had no murderous intentions towards them.

So, Xia Shou said: "Let's take one piece. If this is really Yin Cao, it will be Huangquan Road and Naihe Bridge later. I just don't know if there are any Yin soldiers or ghosts.

But you go first and I will follow. "

"Please feel free to do so." Pedros shrugged and led the people straight into the hell gate.

Xia Shou led four people and walked ten meters behind the people in the clock tower.

He kept remembering what the guy from the funeral home said to him, saying that he and the Clock Tower gang were going to be tricked to death together, but he didn't say exactly how to trick them to death.

After passing through the gate of hell, nothing happened. I went straight onto a bluestone road. On both sides of the bluestone road were endless flower fields, with flowers as bright as blood blooming.

A bright red line of blood under Xia Shou's feet pointed diagonally forward, which seemed to be the direction where Huangquan Road was winding forward. It was unknown what was guarding the front.

Want to go to the flower field?

Xia Shou looked at the endless flower fields to the left and right, and gave up the idea. He had never heard that the Huangquan Road had other destinations besides going to the underworld. He probably wouldn't be able to escape here if he didn't take this road.

But what exactly is the red fan-shaped blood line? Why is it still spreading?

If it reaches 360° in the end, wouldn't it be a dead end in all directions?

"Who dares to break into the underworld?" An eerie voice suddenly came from the front. The voice was as light as a mosquito, but as clear as a whisper in the ear.

Xia Shou immediately stopped, every hair on his body stood up, and a chill seemed to overflow from the seams of his bones, almost freezing his joints.

He knew this was not an illusion, because the others and the people in the clock tower in front also stopped and stood there like stone sculptures.

"It's really endless and disturbing. I've been guarding the Naihe Bridge for I don't know how many years. You guys are trying to prevent you, Mr. Wuchang, from getting clean."

Whispering vicious curses continued to reach his ears, followed by the clanging sound of chains dragging the floor. In the dim blue mist, a tall silhouette slowly became clear.

The red line under Xia Shou's feet also moved closely with the movement of the figure. The monster that could kill him now was the thing behind the fog.

"Retreat!" Pedros gave the order without hesitation.

The Clock Tower group immediately turned around and ran towards the way they came.

When Pedros passed by Xia Shou and saw Xia Shou standing motionless, his eyes showed surprise.

"Hey! Aren't we going to run?!" No. 102 asked anxiously.

"If you don't run, your death will be even worse if you run later." Xia Shou said calmly.

The red line in front of him was lighter than the fan-shaped red line behind him. If he had to choose, Xia Shou would only choose to fight the monster in front of him.

The clock towers behind them disappeared into the heavy mist soon, while the tall figure in front was getting closer and closer, and the sound of the iron rope rubbing against the bluestone road became louder and louder, until it made people's scalp numb.

"Hey, once you're on the road to hell, how can you turn back?"

A sinister and vicious laugh came from the mist, and then a hand stretched out from the mist, like opening a curtain, and divided the mist to one side.

At this time, Xia Shou finally saw the other person's appearance clearly.

The other person wore a black tall hat with "Peace in the World" written on it, with a ferocious face and no eyeballs in his eyes.

The black shirt on his body was tattered, and the exposed body had turned into charcoal. There was still a faint flicker of fire in the charcoal-like body.

It dragged a chain in one hand and held a bull's head in the other hand. Blood was still gushing under the broken neck of the bull's head.

Black Impermanence...

But it was quite different from the impression of Black Impermanence.

"Fuck! You don't really want to fight this thing?" Gu Liang pulled Shen Fei back far behind, his face already pale.

No. 102 took a deep breath and glanced at Xia Shou: "You won't go up?"

Xia Shou pursed his lips, stepped forward and clasped his fists and said: "Master Wuchang, we strayed from the world of the living... Damn it!"

He saw that this Black Wuchang could speak normally, and wanted to imitate the tone of the ancients to try to communicate with him. As a result, just as he stepped forward, this Black Wuchang suddenly stretched out a hand from behind, holding a huge stick, and smashed it on his head.

If Xia Shou's reaction speed was not much faster than that of ordinary people, this blow would definitely hit.

Wait... did I really dodge it?

Xia Shou didn't feel that he was hit, but he saw that his body was falling diagonally to the ground.

The soul left the body? !

The third hand that stretched out from behind the Black Wuchang turned from smashing to pounding, and smashed directly towards Xia Shou's head.

"Ah!"

Su Yue screamed, and rushed to Xia Shou's side, grabbed his feet and dragged him hard.

"Bang!"

The mourning stick brushed Xia Shou's head and hit the bluestone road heavily, smashing cracks on the ground.