Weird Regulator

The scene in front of me is an oil painting where evil and beauty coexist.

It is the scene of a woman pacing on the edge of life and death.

When everything was torn apart, the cruel and real situation was placed in front of Fang Shenyan.

He smelled the strange smell of formalin again, and this time it came from behind him.

The person behind is not a human, but a ghost.

It used the smell of formalin to guide Fang Shenyan to these three small rooms. As for its purpose, it was already obvious.

Fang Shenyan had no intention of looking at the scenery in front of him. He just stared intently at the unremarkable face of little Qianduye.

"I see."

As he spoke these words, he clenched his fist with his right hand and smashed it against the extremely thick glass.

Using the blessing of human leather gloves, he smashed a big hole in the cylinder, and a large amount of turbid and pungent formalin poured out towards Fang Shenyan like a river bursting from its embankment.

The violent impact forced his flesh and blood body to take a few steps back.

Little Qianduye will no longer die of drowning, and there is a hint of pain on her pale cheek.

It was a pity that Fang Shenyan didn't have the opportunity to give her the clothes he was wearing to cover her body, and the next second he looked in a daze.

This kind of mind interference ability is something Fang Shenyan cannot resist no matter what.

The ghost still didn't take the initiative. It chose the simplest and most effective way.

Fang Shenyan opened his eyes again, but felt great resistance.

The eyelids were extremely sore, and the skin all over his body felt a burning tingling sensation, but it was not too strong.

What can really drive someone to death is the pain of not being able to breathe anymore.

"Gululu..."

The familiar bubbles made a sound that he couldn't hear, but it made him open his eyes.

His bloodshot eyeballs were soaked in formalin liquid, and his body was greatly restricted, with buoyancy and pressure coming at the same time.

Fang Shenyan held his breath. He knew that the price for saving Little Qianduye was that he would take that woman's place.

His first thought when he was trapped in the glass cylinder was to clenched his fists with difficulty.

Although the speed had slowed down, he was still convinced that the punch was harder than the force that broke the small Qianduye glass.

"Boom!"

There was a strange muffled sound, which Fang Shenyan could hear, but the glass, which was originally fragile under the human leather gloves, could not be broken from the inside!

This was beyond Fang Shenyan's expectation, but he suddenly realized it immediately.

Human leather gloves are not a sinful object, nor are they for him to use.

But until this moment, Fang Shenyan's mind suddenly froze, and he thought of the question that he had no answer to before.

If gloves and cheeks are not for Fang Shenyan, then what is the meaning of their existence?

The ghost, whose true appearance is still unknown but extremely powerful, brought him the answer.

Before Fang Shenyan could figure it out, he found that the originally colorless formalin in front of him turned into a light yellow.

The pungent smell almost made his brain dizzy, but another strong smell came and woke him up.

That's blood!

After smell and sight arrived first, pain finally came.

Fang Shenyan suddenly lowered his head and looked at his left arm. From the wrist to the shoulder, a large gap of flesh and blood suddenly appeared!

A long piece of arm meat, adhered to part of the bloody skin, swirled in the formalin and slowly fell to the bottom of the tank.

In his blurred vision, he saw the word "1" vaguely written on the piece of skin.

The sequence problem that Fang Shenyan had been thinking about for a long time was finally verified, but in such a bad way.

The invisible knife was still cutting off all the flesh and blood on Fang Shenyan's left arm.

The formalin had completely changed color and was as turbid as the yellow filth in sewer pipes.

Fang Shenyan's consciousness also became distracted in this extremely harsh environment. Although he had an extraordinary mind, he was still a human being after all.

But the matter was still not over. As the left arm was the "No. 1" target, it was obvious that the ghost's first "exploited" target was Fang Shenyan's left arm.

The second target is the right hand wearing a human leather glove.

The skin that had been slightly burned by formalin now appeared in a large area of ​​ulceration.

The human leather glove seemed to be embedded in Fang Shenyan's right hand, forcing its way into his hand bones in a particularly domineering manner.

It's like a leech that saw blood. After biting a hole in a person's body, it crazily burrowed into the human skin!

Fang Shenyan was tortured by the heartbreaking pain and lost the breath he was holding in his mouth. His vision was completely blurred by sewage and bubbles.

The mask on his face also played its due role at this moment, aiming at his right eye.

Fang Shenyan roared silently, and the severe pain from all directions caused his last vestige of sanity to collapse.

“I want Fang’s hands and right eye, let’s see if you are qualified!”

A bone-white mask suddenly appeared on Fang Shenyan's face at this moment, blocking the face that was hideous in pain.

A strong and terrifying aura came out of Fang Shenyan's body like a floodgate, and a large number of black threads came out of his body.

The unbreakable glass in front of me was shattered into pieces by black threads like a toy.

Fang Shenyan's figure flashed out of the room and reappeared standing outside the third floor.

The slender black figure faced away from the window, with endless black threads lingering behind him. He raised his right hand slightly.

Five filaments of different colors are wrapped around the five fingers, hanging down to the soles of the feet.

They are black, white, gray, purple, and a color that humans cannot name...

At this moment, opposite Fang Shenyan's strange and powerful aura, stood a figure that could not be seen with the naked eye.

That figure was also wrapped in black mist. It seemed to be human-like, but it was different in some places.

It just stood there, but did not look at Fang Shenyan.

Because its aura is more powerful than Fang Shenyan who turned into a ghost.

A pair of hands stretched out from the black mist, holding a brand new boning knife, aiming at the little Qianduye who had just woken up due to the sudden change in aura.

Fang Shenyan, who turned into a ghost for the first time in this mission, seemed to have some problems.

The masked face was swinging from side to side erratically, as if representing a tangled struggle between consciousness and state.

slowly……

One eye appeared from the white-faced ghost mask that had no facial features in the first place!

Because of the appearance of this eye, Fang Shenyan regained a little bit of human sanity.

He suddenly raised his right hand and ripped it apart on the wall behind him.

Fragile windows, flimsy walls, and flimsy steel all fell apart in one fell swoop.

A gap of more than ten meters long was torn out, and then Fang Shenyan's figure completely disappeared.

The ghost's knife finally reached the white neck of little Qiandu Ye, and was about to cut her throat.

The ghost's hand holding the knife was suddenly entangled with a black and white thread. Fang Shenyan's figure stood in front of little Qianduye and grabbed the ghost's hands.

At the same time, the third gray silk thread was automatically tied to the two wrists of the ghost hand, wrapping them in one place.

Fang Shenyan ducked, grabbed the ghost's hands, and used the power of ghost transformation to force the ghost and the black mist to the wall.

A hoarse voice filled with pain barely came out from under the mask of the White-faced Ghost.

He used the last trace of human reason to yell at little Qianduye word by word:

"Why don't you get out?!"