Swallowed the Fruit of Thunder and Was Pulled by His Girlfriend to Slaughter the God

The dark clouds piled up like mountains and towers, pressing down on the high sky, obscuring the stars and moon, and even the air became oppressive.

at this time,

The production workshop is brightly lit.

Although it was night, the workers were still working overtime to maintain some sophisticated and complex machinery.

Boom-!

Suddenly, a thunderous sound appeared, piercing through the vast darkness, and resounding over the industrial area.

"Huh? It's raining?" The middle-aged worker in work clothes looked up and looked out the window.

On the workbench in front of him, there is a wrench, covered with black oil, sticky and dripping...

"I like rainy days to wash away some of the... flavors."

At the back of the workshop, a female worker with long hair covering half of her face and looking slightly malnourished said softly.

when speaking,

The female worker's arm is hard to disassemble a part from the maintenance machine,

at once,

Dirty oil flows,

Along her arm, drop by drop fell to the ground...

"Don't say that, our workshop is still very clean."

Another short-haired worker said with a smile. He picked up a rag from the table and wiped the black oil from his face.

puff...

Before he finished speaking, the machine in front of the short-haired worker twitched slightly and sprayed out some dirty and black oil.

exactly,

A few drops splattered onto his freshly wiped face...

"Hey, I just said we're clean, isn't that hitting me in the face?" The short-haired worker shook his head and sighed.

have no choice,

He picked up the rag again and wiped the oil off his face.

rumbling—

At this time, outside the production workshop, Leiyin became more and more dull and heavy, and a heavy rainstorm would come at any time.

"It's going to rain heavily, so finish your work early and go to bed." The middle-aged worker glanced out of the cloud-covered window.

Take a wrench full of oil,

Walk towards a machine that is on the ground.

"Okay, I got it." The short-haired worker pouted.

Just as he dropped the rag and was about to pick up the hammer,

boom--!

A dazzling thunder light pierced through the night, like a scorching sun sinking, bursting out with a strong light comparable to the day!

This strong light rips through the darkness and lights up the workshop!

"Huh?" The short-haired worker turned his head subconsciously, his eyes hurt.

this look,

Make his pupils shrink suddenly, and his expression changes drastically!

In the blazing thunder,

Short-haired workers clearly see,

A slender figure leaned against the thunder, hanging on the roof of a high-rise building, a pair of eyes quietly overlooking the earth below,

moment,

The figure in the thunder light seemed to be aware of it,

Eyes down,

On the sight of the short-haired worker,

That's... a pair of blood-red eyes! !

"The yamen came to the door?!"

In an instant, the short-haired worker reacted and shouted in horror!

hum!

His eyebrows lit up, and his short hair was automatic without wind. This was a precursor to the eruption of surging mental power!

But at the next moment,

The short-haired worker was stunned,

He was stunned to find that the other companions in the workshop were indifferent to this...? !

Next to him, the middle-aged worker turned his back to him, squatting on the ground with a wrench, carefully repairing the machine, turning a deaf ear to the thunder.

Farther away, the female worker continued to disassemble the parts, letting the dirty engine oil drip on her body...

"Hey hey hey, what are you doing, kill the people in the thunder light outside!" The short-haired worker frowned and shouted loudly,

However,

The others still didn't respond, and they did what they were doing.

"It's so itchy."

Moreover, the middle-aged worker with his back turned to him raised his hand and scratched his back.

"Are you crazy?!" The short-haired worker's eyelids jumped wildly, and anger surged in his heart.

He turned back sharply,

Pointing out the window, he shouted:

"Everyone who has a yamen outside is blind...?"

halfway through,

The expression of the short-haired worker froze,

I saw that the moon and stars outside the window were sparse, and the weather was calm. Where is there any figure?

"what happened?"

At this moment, the short-haired worker's mouth was dry, and cold sweat dripped from the forehead...

"It's so itchy..."

At this moment, the middle-aged worker who was squatting in front scratched harder, and even used the wrench together to scratch his back.

"Stop scratching!" Seeing this, the short-haired worker felt inexplicably irritable. When he walked to the middle-aged worker's side, he immediately reached out to scratch the other's ticklish hand.

But at the next moment,

He moved for a while, and his hands were stiff in the air, unable to fall down at all!

"Ahhhh, it's so itchy..."

In the darkness, the middle-aged man's expression became more and more hideous.

The short-haired worker even saw disgusting mince between his fingernails! !

"It's killing me, it's killing me!!"

The middle-aged man seemed to be driven mad by the itching, and slammed his head against the ground, again and again, again and again,

Sudden,

He moved for a while, and turned his arms behind his back, in a twisted posture against humanity... In front of the short-haired worker, he just pierced his chest! ! !

puff-

A large amount of blood spurted out, splashing on the short-haired worker's face, and the scorching fishy smell hit his face.

"Finally...it's not itchy anymore." The middle-aged worker smiled, finally satisfied.

His hands drooped down, and blood flowed out from the big hole behind him, and there were a lot of visceral fragments mixed with it, forming a dirty blood pool on the ground...

"You, are you a human or a ghost?!"

The short-haired worker's scalp exploded, only to feel a chill rising from the soles of his feet, straight to the sky!

And at this very moment,

The middle-aged worker with his head drooping reacted,

His head turned 360 degrees with a 'click', and a pair of bloodshot eyes looked from his chest to his back,

Looking straight at the short-haired worker,

"Are you itchy...do you want me to scratch it for you?"

"what!!!!"

...

in the workshop.

The lights are bright and the clock on the wall is ticking to 7:30.

"What's the matter with him?" The middle-aged worker frowned,

behind him,

The short-haired worker froze in place, his eyes widened, his mouth opened unconsciously, and saliva dripped out...

"Are you frightened by the thunder?" The female worker said faintly, looking over her eyes from her black hair.

just now,

The thunder outside the window suddenly roared and roared...

After that, the short-haired workers became the dementia they are now.

"Something's wrong."

Some workers frowned and wanted to step forward to check the condition of the short-haired workers.

But at the moment when the footsteps just lifted,

The short-haired worker trembled,

In the wide eyes... two lines of black blood tears flowed!

Immediately after,

From ears, nose, and mouth, blood spurted out,

Seven orifices bleeding! !

"Someone attacked?!" The middle-aged worker's eyes were split, and his heart was horrified!

This is the Yamen shot,

Killed the short-haired worker in silence? !

And in the next instant,

The thinking of the middle-aged worker suddenly stopped,

A ray of lightning descended from the sky, piercing the ceiling of the workshop strongly, like a sharp spear breaking through the air, nailing him to the ground!

rumbling—

in the dust,

A slender and tall figure hovered in the air.

The corners of his mouth rose,

With a smile:

"You Chaos Church... are also afraid of ghosts?"

"It's too intimidating, it doesn't match your personality."

...

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