Only when the helicopter completely disappeared from sight did Qiao Yuan leave the office building.
When I turned on the special mobile phone, the location displayed on it was indeed intermittent.
This makes sense in a city where strange spirits are rampant.
Electronic devices can be used as a reference, but you can’t trust them completely!
The South City under the night sky was full of weirdness, and it was pitch black wherever the eyes passed. Fortunately, this was nothing to Qiao Yuan now.
Seeing in the dark is easy!
How many strange spirits are still hidden in this city?
Likewise, how many survivors are hiding?
Using mental power to conduct a thorough investigation without blind spots is extremely time-consuming and labor-intensive.
Instead of wasting time and effort to solve the problem, it is better to directly solve the source of the problem!
Therefore, Qiao Yuan would not deliberately look for those survivors. As long as he killed all the alien spirits, everything would be solved.
Thinking of this, Qiao Yuan had a goal in mind!
"Got to get some equipment!"
…
Whoosh~
The bitingly cold wind was howling, and the remaining garbage on the ground was picked up by the wind and fell to the ground again, making a creepy whimpering sound.
In the darkness... on the telephone poles beside an unknown street, several corpses were hanging upside down. They died in a very tragic way, and their dried-up bodies were covered with criss-cross claw marks.
Even though it was winter, the air was still filled with a foul smell.
Despair and depression are the main themes here.
Deep in the street, a pickup truck parked on the side of the road with words like "air conditioning installation, repair, moving, and sewer cleaning" printed on its body suddenly turned on its headlights.
Didi~
The shrill sound of the horn broke the dead silence of the night.
This is not the end yet. A figure carried two huge speakers into the car and connected them to the power supply.
The pickup truck started to move on.
…
"The boundless horizon is my love, flowers are blooming at the foot of the rolling green hills. What rhythm is the most swaying, what kind of song is the most cheerful..."
With the volume turned up to the maximum, Qiao Yuan drove the pickup truck and patrolled aimlessly.
He hummed a little tune from time to time and his body began to sway involuntarily.
No traffic jams, no traffic violations, no scams...
Drive it however you want!
Qiao Yuan suddenly became the most handsome guy on this street... no... in the entire South City.
The brainwashing song filled my ears, the high notes pierced the darkness and echoed in the empty streets.
Some survivors hiding in various buildings were also startled by the sound.
"What happened? Did we win?"
"Has anyone come to rescue us?"
"Who is this? Being so high-profile, isn't this courting death?"
"Another crazy one!"
"I knew this kind of environment would drive people crazy!"
“…”
…
Half an hour later.
A figure in front blocked Qiao Yuan's way.
Didi!
No matter how Qiao Yuan honked the horn, the figure standing in front of the car did not respond at all, just like a sculpture.
He stopped the car and pulled the handbrake, but Qiao Yuan did not turn off the engine.
"Are you planning to come here to try to scam me?"
The voice did not respond, but there was a slight "creaking" sound from the joints, which seemed extremely strange in the silent night.
Finally... the figure turned around, dressed as a chef, but the originally white apron was now stained with blood, and the exposed facial features looked like they had been fried, with scars all over, sunken eye sockets, and two lines of blood hanging from the corners of the mouth. It looked horrible.
It was holding a bloody kitchen knife in its hand and staring straight at Qiao Yuan.
"Is this considered a scam or robbery?"
The strange spirit didn't say anything, but just raised the hand holding the kitchen knife and slashed it towards his belly.
…
tearing
There was a sound like cloth being torn, and what flowed out of its stomach was not blood, but pools of filthy and disgusting black liquid.
It flowed slowly at first, but in the end it even turned into a human fountain.
A foul smell instantly enveloped the surroundings!
The black liquid seemed to have life and squirmed rapidly, then surrounded Qiao Yuan.
Qiao Yuan frowned slightly, and before he could react, the black liquid had already covered his feet.
It feels like being trapped in a non-Newtonian liquid!
Then the black liquid continued to spread upwards, slowly...wrapping Qiao Yuan's calves.
Seeing this, the alien spirit in the distance let out a sharp laugh and uttered a series of incomprehensible words, as if mocking Qiao Yuan.
????? ?????
Qiao Yuan took out his cell phone, recorded the chef's ghost's cry, and sent it to Li Xiaoling.
…
"What is it barking at?"
This South City is covered by the power of strange spirits, and there is almost no signal, but... Li Xiaoling is not a human either!
Sure enough, just as he thought, his cell phone was being "monitored" by Li Xiaoling.
"It's calling the spirit!"
So you are shaking people?
"It said there was this idiot who was brazenly singing in the streets, not paying any attention to them at all. Now he's trapped and is gathering his friends nearby for a feast!"
Li Xiaoling's worried voice sounded in the voice chat.
"Qiao Yuan, hurry up, or you will be surrounded!"
“…”
"Okay, I'm hanging up first. The next scene is a bit bloody. Watch the show and don't look at me." Qiao Yuan said and put away his phone.
Then he took off the strange knife from his back.
I looked up at the sky.
Dark and depressing!
Have a feast?
Whose feast are you eating at?
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