Dimensional Eroders

Chapter 546 I can't breathe!

Wearing a blue one-piece auto repair suit, the black man has a strong physique like a gangster, but his expression is very tense. The arm holding the banknote trembled violently, then raised the money to his mouth and kissed it deeply.

At this time, he was about ten meters away from Bailang, and a gun handle was exposed in his pocket. His eyes were fixed on Bailang's back, but his hands hesitated several times, and finally he made up his mind, mustered up the courage, clenched the handle tightly, and took out the gun.

He strode forward and followed quickly, his blood racing to his brain, and he didn't realize the sound of the soles, his heart was both excited and nervous.

This was the first time he committed a crime during a dangerous time, and he was about to step into the ranks of hunters from a civilian contractor.

He held the 20 dollars in his left hand, and with all his strength, he choked his own neck and continued to exert force. His face was flushed but he ran wildly, and towards Bailang's back, he shouted loudly: "I can't breathe! "

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Bailang, who had been prepared for a long time, felt struck by lightning at this moment, his face flushed suddenly, and then an indescribable 'suffocation' hit him like a tsunami, submerging him.

Purely physical 'suffocation' is meaningless to him, he can easily hold his breath for half an hour and engage in intense battles.

But the 'suffocation' at this time is a mandatory experience, ignoring his physical fitness, making him feel depressed and painful like an ordinary person.

Immediately, when Bailang realized something was wrong, his knees also bent uncontrollably. boom! With a bang, he knelt on the ground with one knee, facing the empty ground, maintaining a grappling motion.

I was controlled remotely by someone? !

Feeling of suffocation, stupor, unable to move... Everything that happened suddenly made him stunned. Then he immediately woke up, [Thorn]'s mental resistance broke out again, his brain went cold, and his IQ was on the line.

The whole process took less than a second, and when he was soberly aware of what had happened to him, [Thorn] was still suffering from unknown erosion. Outside disturbances continued.

Bailang opened his mouth and tried his best to breathe, but the 'suffocation' still couldn't be broken and enveloped his body. Even no matter how hard he inhaled, his lungs were still blocked, and he couldn't breathe a trace of air.

Not only that, even if he bears 10 tons of dragon elephant power, he still can't get rid of this position and stand up again.

But the good news is that under his strong struggle, his upper body resisted the difficult force, and he was finally able to move freely. Only the limbs below the waist are still under control, and they must maintain a crushing posture of kneeling on one knee, making him unable to move.

The short-term suffocation cannot hurt Bailang, his body is still normal, but this shrouded state is disgusting. It's like flies that can't hurt you at all, but keep falling into your bowl.

He turned his head viciously, and saw a black man with a face full of nervousness and even panic, aiming at himself with a gun, walking tremblingly. The other party was trying to grab his own throat, and he could see the veins in his arms popping up, his face was flushed red, he had a grudge against him, and he wished he could break his neck.

In this state, the opponent should be suffocated first. However, the opponent's airway, including the mouth and nose, was indeed blocked, but there was still airflow circulating through the lungs.

Bailang's 'feeling of suffocation' was not an illusion. He realized that he was sharing a certain state with the other party? Being pulled down to the opponent's level and then defeated?

This is a curse similar to "death by blood". The black man replaces his physical condition with himself by cutting off his own breath.

Every moment I breathe hard is to flow air into the other person's lungs. The opponent's blocked nose and mouth were locked together with his own trachea and lungs.

As for the 'sense of dizziness and suffocation', it was the other party's feelings, all of which fell on him, forcing Bailang to experience it, and falling into a trance.

As long as the curse lasts, it will eventually cause the cursed person to suffocate to death after a long period of torture.

The harder the other party pinched him, the more Bailang suffocated.

Not only that, the viciousness of this curse lies in 'control'. Bailang Wudi's body was controlled by a mere mortal like this, unable to move.

It's ridiculous! There was an absurd exclamation in his heart.

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boom! boom! boom!

Four shots in a row, all of which missed, hit the concrete floor next to Bailang, sending gravel flying.

When the blacks launched the 'curse' sneak attack, they also felt the power in the banknotes was rapidly draining. He has no experience, and he doesn't know that the cost of cursing and controlling a human-shaped blood cow like Bailang in the form of an ant is higher than that of ordinary people. So I was very flustered.

The maintenance worker approached tremblingly, his arm trembling violently, insisting on pulling the trigger, but it made the shooting more erratic.

Bailang watched the other party grabbing his throat indifferently in the hail of bullets, and he had already realized the cause and effect.

He doesn't care about the forceful control of kneeling on one knee; he doesn't care about being hit by a bullet; he doesn't care about the feeling of suffocation and dizziness. The other party pinched him to the point of bankruptcy, and he would never want to suffocate himself to death.

The only thing that makes Bailang sick is that after the other party activates the 'power of evil spirits', the ubiquitous and irresistible erosion is polluting his spirit.

Once the 'power' of any evil spirit acts on oneself, even if the damage and effects are resisted, it will still produce a weak 'corrosion'.

This is an irreversible forced destruction at the level of power, just like the magic chakra must be \u003e ordinary chakra. Any power of evil spirits would corrode his spirit.

Even though [Thorns] already had mental defense, he could indeed resist the mental interference brought by the curse, but he still felt corroded by weak acid.

very disgusting.

"Damn, you are looking for death!"

If Bailang contracts with a spirit, no matter how weak it is, this corrosion will be naturally offset. But he has no spiritual protection, and he is at a loss when fighting any ordinary person. Even though this bit of corruption is insignificant, and he can't even achieve +0.01% mental pollution, but he is still in a bad mood.

boom!

The black man fired another shot, and finally took advantage of the distance to hit Bailang in the back. In the state of strong control, he was really hit, and even suffered a small injury.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

The black man pulled the trigger continuously, but the bullets were empty. Bailang only oozes a little blood from his back, his waist is still straight, and he even showed him a 'goodwill' smile.

The black man suddenly became more nervous, and shouted in horror: "I can't breathe!" While pulling the trigger, there was an empty sound, his mind was a little dazed, and he kept saying: "I didn't mean it, I didn't want to do this, forgive me! "

Bailang still maintained the posture of kneeling on one knee, but took out the electric nail gun from his arms, calmly aimed at each other, and assumed the posture of shooting each other.

At this moment, the racial talent of the black man broke out. He did not have a big gold chain around his neck to bless the 'bullet gene', but the escape talent written into the DNA by his ancestors for generations was awakened.

He realized that the first hunting failed because he was too nervous, and he couldn't change the magazine with one hand, so he continued to strangle himself to death, turned and ran away.

Puff puff!

Bailang squinted one eye, took aim, and pulled the trigger calmly and continuously, and the steel nails flew out one after another. Accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air, the black man screamed out, and was punched by Bailang.

In the end, he also got acupuncture in the hollow of his knee, and the needle pierced through his 'Bring Gai', and disappeared without a trace. The black man also knelt down uncontrollably, offering his knees.

The sudden severe pain and kneeling made him let go of his left hand, the mandatory 'curse' was interrupted, Bailang resumed breathing, the erosion subsided, and he stood up again.

His mental pollution has not increased, because the opponent is too weak. The whole curse, including the subsequent shot, was insignificant to him.

The only thing that amazed him was that he was forced to kneel down, and the momentary trance caused by the suffocation was a phenomenon that his body should not have.

Ordinary people holding tokens can also target themselves. This is not their ability, but the power of evil spirits. This discovery made him a little surprised, and his sense of crisis became even stronger.

"I was actually succeeded by a weak chicken like you? It's really worth encouraging."

Bailang stuffed the nail gun back into his bosom, flicked his wrist, and drew a monkey wrench from his sleeve. He jumped towards the opponent with brisk steps, feeling extraordinarily excited. He was finally defeated again.

The Negro clenched his fists and found his body stiff and difficult to move. He didn't know anything about the mysterious acupuncture point culture from the east. He only thought that he had also suffered some kind of 'evil god power', and he was full of panic: "No, no, don't come here. Please forgive me, this is my first time, I do not want to hurt you!"

boom!

The opponent was kicked flying, across a distance, and hit the trash can on the side of the road heavily. The skin of the iron box was sunken, and the black man completely lost his resistance. He was shaking while vomiting, but he was still unable to move.

"You didn't want to hurt me, and you gave me a shot? A master of human body strokes."

Kicking the pistol away, Bailang approached again, and reached out to pick out the bullet embedded in his body, and threw it on the ground. Muscles tightened, and the gorefiend's afterbirth forcibly closed the wound, and it healed itself with its resilience.

He felt it for a while, and the other party was holding a token in his left hand, which left a special fluctuation of the 'spirit', which made him feel uncomfortable.

Bailang bent down and squatted down, reaching out to the other side.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!" The other party suddenly remembered something, and shouted frantically: "Black lives matter!"

The strange fluctuation spread again, this time it didn't affect Bailang, but enveloped himself, and the source was the 'token' held in his left hand.

Bailang easily opened his fist, and took out a clenched and wrinkled 20 dollar bill, his eyes were still a little confused. These are really strange things, which have never been seen in the monastery of the East End.

Before Bailang came to Somogo, in his hometown Earth, there was no 'I can't breathe! ’ or ‘Black lives matter! ’ and other propaganda slogans, so he knew nothing about the superpowers of black people. Looking at the banknotes whose internal energy had been cleared, he was confused for a while.

With the last sentence the other party shouted, the token was drained. It's like the power of a mobile phone has dropped to 0%, but the token is still valuable. If believers believe in the corresponding "spirit", then those who choose to join the hunt can overdraw and recharge.

"What did you just do?"

The opponent's roar exhausted the power in the token, but nothing happened, which made Bailang feel a conspiracy. He yelled and asked, while waving the wrench, gave the other party a shot.

The next moment, the wrench's attack on the opponent directly deepened his 'hunting mark', which made him stop immediately.

Fighting and attacking freely in the danger zone may deepen one's 'mark', but it will never be so large.

Bailang tried it on the group of Niges yesterday, he knew very well that he was just saying hello just now, but his "hunting mark" has deepened a lot.

This is the 'Black lives matter! ’ ability?

Bailang looked at the other party suspiciously. The black man was pulled with a wrench and was extremely frightened, so he asked, "What is the spirit you believe in?"

The other party was terrified and gave incoherent and confusing answers, which finally allowed Bailang to piece together the answer.

A newly born 'lower spirit-Floyd', a very strong 'new generation power faction' in the black camp, is located in the 21-Rocket area.

Like Black Christ, it is rich in high-quality and low-cost 'receipts', and it only takes a moment to get a counterfeit $20 bill that cannot be used.

Own it and recharge it, you can activate the curse 'I can't breathe! '. Even if you are not a direct believer, as long as you are black, you will have additional blessings, and when you are targeting white people, the power of the curse will be increased.

Bailang's "outline skin" this time is precisely to match the mixed Chinese and Western blood of the "Outlander" character. In the category of +1 curse power, and the opponent is also a black man, the curse requires -1, which makes him feel the danger in the world.

The two updates are 6,000 words, the addition is completed, and it will continue tomorrow.