Plague Doctor

Who is that crazy teenager who was beheaded? Gu Jun doesn't know.

But it looks a lot like some of Wu Shiyu's spell department personnel, the genius newcomer named “Zheng Jialiang”.

When I saw the yellow shadows in the audience around me, Gu Jun understood what “Mirage, madness" meant. Isn't that Mirage? It's just that some of the people who were supposed to die before didn't die, and they were still there, some kneeling, some standing.

Many of them were familiar faces, far away, but he could see clearly, with a fever in his heart, no different than in his memory.

It was those faces that propped him up through the tough times at the hands of Jorge, the black businessman.

Now that he's back, he'll never see anyone die with madness. Class leaders are not traitors, they are probably not traitors, and even Zheng Jialiang may not have been traitors at first, but they have been eroded. And that's why "chaos, disaster” is behind us.

There are things that can still change.

“Break it up, break it up! ”

At this time, the cold wind shouted and Gu Jun resolutely drew another old mark, walking towards Wang Ruoxiang, who was distorted and screaming.

This is one of the techniques used in the old prints documented in the chapter "Nakert's Transcript", not spells, and does not cause mental erosion.

But it also consumes a lot of mental power, because drawing such an old stamp requires a high degree of synergy in the brain's neural network, a force created by the collision of body and consciousness with time and space. This technology has gone beyond the knowledge available to mankind, and it is a question of whether there is enough wisdom to understand it.

Gu Jun can't understand, Peacock they can't understand either.

He just followed the way Nakert said in the transcript, reading a word in his brain that looked like a spell, but was not a spell. It had no content, it was just a series of syllables. So the neural signals that come out of the movement drive the body and mind, like a hair strand.

In this state, if you reach out and draw the old mark, you can automatically draw that rhythm and power by consuming the spirit.

“Ahhh...” Wang Ruoxiang screamed, faintly yellow creeps scattered from her body.

The same goes for the rebels behind her. In their eyes, more and more struggles and awakenings are returning...

“Disband!!” Gu Jun roared, joining his spiritual strength with Peacock and others again to create another brilliant old mark.

Seeing the class leader like this, he was heartbroken and she should not suffer such a sin because it was the kind of thing that she worked so hard to do the best.

“Don't you dare...” Wang Ruoxiang is still very crazy, the gemstone crown is a little skewed, but the power of darkness still prevails, her hand with the sword is trembling, her voice is in the sand dumb: “I am the lineage of Cassida, my song above Lake Harry...”

“Your name is Wang Ruoxiang.” Gu Jun said, "I only know your name. ”

“Really, really.” Not far away, Mr. Wilder is still thinking, as if listening to a different voice, "Is that so, is that so...”

This little weird figure suddenly rushed up, as if to grab the mask man to bite, the dark red artificial ears all fell off, the ugly old face blue muscle jumped, "Is that so! ”

The other side watched the death squad awake, but he saw the mask lift his feet and kick them against Mr. Wilder.

Boom, boom, boom, sounds like a broken rib.

Mr. Wilder was kicked out and heavily fell to the ground, next to Zheng Jialiang's headless corpse. The blood on the ground suddenly stained the short, broken yellow cape. Mr. Wilder continued to make a fierce and painful cough and blamed himself: “Really? Really...”

But as he fell, the rest of the yellow men were more severely traumatized by the old imprint, and this abomination made them so painful!

Wang Ruoxiang bit his lip, full of blood, the power of the old imprint and the power of struggle in his body, making him kneel softly on the ground...

Ordinary people everywhere are shouting, some young people are shouting with excitement, the situation is changing!

But the weird thing is, hundreds of thousands of yellow audiences on all sides of the audience continue to be silent. Do these figures really exist?

“Ah." Tsai Zixuan felt loose. The feeling of being strangled before disappeared for the most part.

You can breathe again, you can talk again, Cai Zixuan hurriedly called out: "Sergeant, hold on, don't lose! ”

Shinning, Xue Ba and others were so relaxed, and even had a feeling of comfort that had long since studied the Seven Secrets of the Earth, as if breathing fresh air, and their energy was recovering.

They looked into the eyes of those six mysterious men, in addition to surprise, with more awe and even more vigilance.

These people are definitely not ordinary!

Especially the one in the white mask, the glance is chilly...

Also at this time, people suddenly saw Wu Shi, who was able to recover and move, running his legs toward the mysterious people, and his voice shouted excitedly: "Kangaroo! ”

Hello!! ”Lu Xianning shouted, usually the lazy rain is more impatient than her this time!

It is unclear what the origin of those people is and whether they are friends or not. Tsai Zixuan, they are also in a hurry. Is Rain insane?

Nobody knows what “kangaroo” means by Wu Shiyu except one person.

But to relieve the death squad, the masked men did not do anything malicious to Wu Shiyu, just look at her, look at them again. The sharp eyes seemed to have a soft voice: “Don't be afraid, we are friends. ”

Why, why? Somewhat familiar?

This voice, this tone, the height of this figure...

They looked at Wu Shiyu and touched the masked man's arm, as if they felt it, and said, "Well, that's the salt! Authentic!”

“Ah?” Cai Zixuan snorted past an untrue thought, his heart raised, the whole person almost jumped, “Yes, yes...! ”

“What?” Shinning would have liked to come, his left eye staring so big, “Fuck, really!? No way!”

“He is!?” Xue Bafang's face shocked, his thick beard trembled, “A...!! ”

Yang Ying, Chen Zhiliang and other astronomers don't know why they're shouting. What do you mean?

I don't know. Peacock, Catherine, how do you know this nightmare guy in a blue and white uniform?

“Ladies and gentlemen, let's save our friends first.” Nightmareman looks at King Ruoxiang who falls forward, "Salt rain, give me your spiritual strength. ”

“Yes!” Wu Shiyu raised his hand, "but I have studied the classics, it may be a little different. ”

“It's okay. Mine's a little different too.” Nightmaremen say, "Just get used to it. ”

Wu Shiyu put her hand on that shoulder. It seemed like a long time after the last time, she endured a pain, let go of her mental strength, go.

Nightmaremen walked forward again, painting an old mark in the air on their hands, and the five peacocks continued to assist alongside, giving them full spiritual strength.

This time they all felt different, and with a new spiritual integration, they responded very well to the spirit of the nightmarer.

“Fall back!” The Nightmareman waved his right hand and the new old imprint sparkled and flew away at an extremely fast speed, striking Wang Ruoxiang alone.

“Ah!!!” Wang Ruoxiang shouted out louder than ever before, and his beautiful face was magnificent. Under the impact of this old stamp, a yellow distorted figure was struck out of her body, and the reflection quickly disappeared as if it had never been here.

That clear and unseen female song stopped, leaving this alfresco theatre with the sunken sky for a moment, was utterly silent.

Another important part of this ritual was destroyed.

Then, in a few short breaths, the nightmarer walked up, one hand picked up the blood machete that fell on the ground, the other hand took off the jewel crown on Wang Ruoxiang's head, and then snapped, one knife chopped the crown in half, "garbage. ”

“Really, really...” Mr. Wilder over there screamed, still in that unnamed madness, "I see, is that so? ”

“Ah...” Wang Ruoxiang's face twisted but gradually settled, his eyes turned from hollow, obscure, painful to a little sober.

She looked up at the masked man and looked at him like she saw another face. "Gu Jun? Is that you...? ”

Cai Zixuan, Xue Ba, Lu Xianning did not expect Wang Ruoxiang to ask this question a while ago.

Their burning eyes looked at the masked man and they wanted to hear the answer with certainty.

Gu Jun? The other astronomers were stuck, and there were some people across the street who had returned to God, such as Gao Yiu and Yu Xiaoyong.

The goal of the death squad's mission this time is to rescue Gu Jun, but isn't that a fake signal... isn't Gu Jun long ago...

“Sergeant, it's me.” The mask man said to Wang Ruoxiang first, then looked around the crowd and said aloud: “It's me, Gu Jun, I'm not dead, I'm back. ”

Wang Ruoxiang's face revealed a smile and was bitter. "Then I owe you another life...”

“Ah!” Tsai Zixuan shouted excitedly. Lu Xianning laughed. Xue Ba couldn't help but beat his chest muscle continuously, “Arjun! ”

Wu Shiyu whispered softly, not sure if it was calm or lazy: “Finally, you can sleep well. ”

While they were cheerful, it was the confusion of ordinary people, it was Catherine, who was the real-time translator they didn't understand. Who was Gu Jun?

Peacocks, ink, golden columns, stone amber, and water poles, these five earth vagabonds were stunned when they heard them, and their faces instantly rose red.

I can barely stand under my feet, I almost want to fall down...

The nightmare is Gu Jun?

That Gu Jun?

A celestial hero... Gu Jun?