The Death Knell

Cancer patients suffering from mental illness, this is the character status of Deadpool, but in fact this also has advantages, that is, most cancer patients know that time is precious, and they are very efficient in doing things within their ability.

Now that he had received assistance from the sidelines, had a good idea and clear logical thinking, Deadpool immediately turned around and got to work without any delay.

Although this may also be due to the fact that he wants to return to his cousin as soon as possible to take on a few more missions, it has to be said that this move is almost a conspiracy, because even if the Hand of Creation knows about it, they can still pursue Diversity 2 to stop yourself?

If you want to use conceptual methods, Wade is not afraid. He has the plot continuity gem in his hand, which is enough to make everything very reasonable.

The shuffling sound sounded again, and Wade teleported away with a reluctant feeling. There was something wrong with his belt, so he could just use it now.

In the next second, he arrived in the rotten cesspit universe, and came to the main earth where the corruption was the most serious, and even the air was full of malice.

At this time, the planet has turned into a huge sarcoma, and the throne of the Hand of the Void is located on the ruins of former New York. However, Deadpool is not looking for it, but to kidnap a powerful man with evil intentions.

You can't just pick someone at random. You have to find an individual that is very disgusting and can spread corruption. It's best to be able to spread viruses or bacteria like zombies. If that doesn't work, some kind of plant spores will do.

"Hush, old guys, look what I found? That thing over there that looks like a piece of poop rubbing on the ground might meet the requirements." Deadpool made the discovery before he even walked a few steps, and he pointed to the roadside. A piece of mosaic, but it can be vaguely seen as a brown thing, said this, asking for the opinion of the live broadcast room.

It’s hard to say how many times the protein is that of beef. This thing has no head, and it doesn’t look delicious.

However, the opinions are gone, and the only people in the live broadcast room are those who hang up to support the popularity. The real viewers seem to have left, and the veterans don't want to see a world that is too disgusting.

"Oh, there's no one anymore, right? I'm really lucky now that I was born on Earth 40K. If I was born in a cancerous universe, I would have died long ago due to lack of popularity. Hiss, that's not right either. , it is difficult for the creatures in the cancerous universe to die, and they are more likely to be covered with growth. How come that kind of mutation feels like a reward from the ancients to them?"

It was a good joke, and Deadpool himself laughed. Unfortunately, all the veterans in the live broadcast room left, so he could only laugh to himself for a while and continue working.

This shit-like creature on the street really smells bad. There are several red eyeballs rolling inside its body. It seems to be moaning in pain from the hole like its mouth, as if it is suffering some kind of torture. .

Deadpool tentatively pulled out his samurai sword from behind, wanting to see if he could pick up this shit-like creature, because this thing was a bit disgusting to him, and he didn't want to grab it.

Turn the katana sideways and stab it into the shit.

"Buji!"

Along with a slippery and sticky sound, Wade curled his lips because of the thin feeling, and slowly strengthened his wrist. He wanted to pick up this thing, and then send it to the main earth of New Diversity together. .

However, the body structure of this shitty creature was not very stable. Just when he was about to start carrying it, the creature let out a scream and then exploded like a balloon.

Each tiny fragment was like a small piece of shit. They flew everywhere in the explosion and covered a large area around it. Even the originally dark sky was now obscured by yellow mist.

After these fragments fell to the ground, they quickly crawled on their own. They became new individuals and were still screaming.

It was enough for a monster to scream. When thousands of monsters screamed one after another, Deadpool couldn't stand it anymore, so he quickly covered his ears and ran away.

"Hoo, hoo."

After running thousands of meters in one breath, Deadpool hid in a roadside basement. Human beings once existed on this earth, but they had long been corrupted into monsters, and only the ruins of buildings were left. It can be regarded as the heritage of civilization.

"No, old guys, this thing has no fighting power, and it's not contagious. The method of fission reproduction is indeed good, but it's still not interesting."

Leaning against the wall and saying this, Deadpool took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped the yellow marks on his body to prevent the stinky liquid from seeping into the fibers of the clothes over time, even though he didn't wash the clothes either.

To be more precise, the more people don't wash their clothes, the more they want to keep their clothes clean.

"I have to change my target and catch something a little stronger, not shit like this."

He was too lazy to give those things a warm name. Even the most poetic person would not do such a thing, so for the sake of ease of naming, he simply called those things shit.

That monster smells like shit, looks like shit, and feels like shit when you pull it with a weapon.

Then it's shit.

After muttering to himself, Deadpool looked helplessly at the empty space in the air. After waiting for a while, no one interacted with him. He shrugged helplessly:

"Okay, I'm just being sentimental. My mother shouldn't have given birth to me. If I hadn't been born, I wouldn't have suffered such a tragic fate and wouldn't be as embarrassed as I am now. I can't get off the stage. My live broadcast Is there no room manager in this room? Come out and say something, otherwise I will start live broadcasting!"

"." His threat was effective. It seemed that someone actually showed up and had enough goodwill exchanges, which brought a smile back to Wade's face.

"Fortunately, you still never leave me. I decided to sing a song "only you" to thank you. Thank you for accompanying me to the west. Anyway, you are here to take the blame and I am going to die. Let's work together for all sentient beings. This is only you."

He didn't ask for other people's opinions at all and sang on his own, but this made him happy.

But happiness is always short-lived, especially in Diversity 2, which is filled with strong negative emotions and malice as huge as mountains and seas.

Therefore, singing alone will not make you happy for long. Wade stopped quickly. He lifted his pants again, took off the goldfish bowl and mask on his head, touched a cigarette to light it, and said:

"Hey~~ I'd better tie up a zombie, right? It's the kind of zombies that are special here, with their heads replaced by giant mushrooms. They will spread corrupt spores and turn the infected people's heads into mushrooms. I think... this Really hot Thai pants!”

So he quickly regrouped and carefully left the ruins of the basement, bypassing the hooking stinging tentacles sticking out from the roadside garden, and went to look for a mushroom zombie on the street.

If there are no mushrooms, just zombies may not be enough. It must have the characteristics of diversity 2, and it is best if the creative hands have no reason to escape at all.