Chapter 374: I want to step on an ant without stepping on it to death.
The winding, slender tongue stretched out strangely like a poisonous snake, and the wet surface of the tongue slid across the window glass, leaving a sticky water mark.
The fluorescent lines on the tongue flickered, like the breathing rhythm of some unknown creature.
The tongue moved along the aluminum alloy frame by the window. The metal surface vibrated slightly and made a very light "buzzing" sound.
The handle inside the window seemed to be pulled by an invisible thread and turned silently in a half arc.
Click——
"No longer? No longer what?"
Zhao Xing's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip, and he instinctively took a half step back. The blood in his body seemed to boil, roaring and rushing in his veins.
The muscles in his right arm were knotted and veins bulged. He swung his arm like a hammer and smashed it towards the bald-faced man with black teeth in front of him with a whistling sound.
The cloak hammer ape shakes with force!
In a moment of horror, this swing condensed all of Zhao Xing's energy and blood, leaving no trace, and it was his strongest killing move.
Wherever the sword passed, the air was squeezed into visible ripples.
A faint bronze luster appeared on the surface of Zhao Xing's fist, which was a sign that he had mastered the Cloak Hammer Ape Power to perfection.
The bald man still grinned, his mouth full of black teeth unmoved, and his body leaned back in a way that defied the laws of physics, like a piece of paper blown by the wind.
"boom!"
The wind from the fist brushed past the bald man's nose and fell down heavily.
This time the attack missed, and the computer screen on the table shook violently, and the base of the monitor made a "creaking" sound as if it could not bear the weight, as if it would be crushed into pieces by this violent force in the next second.
At this critical moment, a faint sigh sounded in the darkness:
"I told you to be gentler, why don't you understand me?"
Under the sloppy old man's shirt, a hand lightly caught Zhao Xing's fist.
The hand was loose and had no strength, as loose as the shriveled and flabby muscles of an old man.
"court death!"
Zhao Xing's eyes lit up and his fist burst out with strength.
He could already imagine the tragic sight of the fleshy palm being smashed into minced meat.
However, the next moment, his expression froze.
The palm did not move at all, as if it was a towering and immovable Five Finger Mountain.
What's even more strange is that Zhao Xing felt that the violent power concentrated in his fist was being devoured by some invisible force, just like punching into a bottomless quagmire.
"This..." Zhao Xing's face showed horror.
Before he could react, a feminine and terrifying force rebounded from the palm.
The force was not as fierce and overbearing as his fist power, but it was continuous like the tide, with a creepy sticky feeling.
Zhao Xing could see with his naked eyes a layer of strange ripples on the surface of his fist, and the skin was rippling up and down, forming uneven wrinkles.
"ah!"
The intense pain made Zhao Xing unable to help but let out a low roar.
The force spread upward along his arms, and wherever it passed, wrinkles appeared like endless waves, extending along the back of his hands, arms, and shoulders...all the way up.
His arms began to tremble uncontrollably, and the capillaries on the surface of his skin were a faint bluish-black color.
What’s even more terrifying is that the force showed no signs of stopping and was still heading straight for his head.
Zhao Xing's temples began to throb and his eardrums felt a sharp pain, as if a blender was stirring his skull. In the next second, the fresh and hot brains would be out of the oven.
"Captain, be gentle. You can't eat brains today."
Outside the window, the red spider crawled in through the window and hugged Zhao Xing tightly from behind.
Zhao Xing suddenly felt that the horrifying shock seemed to have found a way to vent, and was channeled away by the curvy body behind him.
“Saved!”
Zhao Xing felt dizzy and felt that something was wrong. "Wait a minute, where did that woman come from behind me?"
Zhao Xing felt dizzy, and then he felt an unusually soft limb wrapped around him, which felt cold and smooth.
He moved his eyes and caught a glimpse of a pair of pale, almost transparent arms slowly climbing up his shoulders. The arms were slender and the nails were painted scarlet nail polish.
It should have been a charming and erotic scene, but Zhao Xing's heart sank to the bottom, because the computer screen that was rescued was reflecting a horrifying scene: the joints of the woman's arms were twisting at incredible angles, wrapping around her arms in circles, like two sandwiched twists.
"What the hell is this?" Zhao Xing's scalp felt numb and about to split.
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He felt the arms tightening with surprising force.
What was even more terrifying was that his thigh was also entangled by something - it was the leg of the woman in red, which was so pale without a trace of blood, and blue-black blood vessels were faintly visible under the skin.
In the reflection on the computer screen, he seemed to be entangled by four white water snakes.
Zhao Xing felt a chill running up from the soles of his feet.
He tried to struggle, but found that the entangled limbs were getting tighter and tighter. The arms of the woman in red seemed to have no bones, and could bend and deform at will, holding him tightly.
What made him even more terrified was that he felt something cold moving along his skin - a strange tongue.
It stretched out from the mouth of the woman in red, wetly wrapped around Zhao Xing's neck, leaving a sticky water mark.
The tongue was trembling strangely, as if greeting Zhao Xing:
"The captain asked you to be gentle for your own good. After all, it's hard to control the strength if you want to step on an ant without killing it."
The bald man withdrew his hand, walked around Zhao Xing, picked up the fallen chair and straightened it up, then slowly sat on the chair.
Zhao Xing's limbs moved mechanically like a puppet, his toes leaving wet marks on the floor, and he watched in horror as his hands opened the window.
Zhao Xing didn't know what the woman who controlled him was going to do, but he had a strong sense of foreboding. He roared in fear:
"Who are you and what do you want to do to me?"
The red dragonfly slowly tightened its tongue, and manipulated Zhao Xing to stick his head out of the window little by little, and whispered softly:
"Someone has bought your life, and we are here to pick it up. The trouble is, he wants you to die in an accident, but it will be over soon. Don't make a fuss, it's coming!"
Zhao Xing's head and neck were sticking out of the window. The height of the eleven-story building made the ground vehicles shrink to the size of beetles.
He stared at the ground with wide eyes. A heavy rain suddenly came. The cold raindrops hit his face like countless needles, giving him goose bumps all over his body.
He stared at the ground with his eyes wide open, his heart almost beating out of his chest.
Suffocating fear surged over him like a tide. He seemed to understand the woman's explanation, but not completely.
He wanted to shout loudly, wanted to resist, but all that came out of his throat was a low whimper, his voice was hoarse and vague, as if he was trapped in the wind, rain and rain: "It's coming, what's coming?"
(End of this chapter)
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