Chapter 125 Rescue

Xu Yuan knew how terrifying the appearance of the door was for ordinary people.

Projection of the Blood Terror Moon.

The spread of negative power.

A strange sneak enters the door.

A random condition is enough to make an ordinary person die more than ten times.

It's no wonder that the other party asked for help.

"I don't know where the door here will lead..."

I have entered so many doors, and each time I enter, the location is different.

It seems that the position of each door is completely random and there is no pattern at all.

Xu Yuan didn't pay much attention to this.

The thick fog invaded the skin with a malicious coldness, and all kinds of strange laughter and very discordant rocking music sounded in the ears.

Squinting his eyes, Xu Yuan's pupils suddenly shrank.

Only then did these escapees discover that they were not the only ones who had escaped.

"Brother Feng!"

It couldn't have any impact on him at all.

The duck clown illuminated by the light of the ghost lamp has disappeared, and an abstract duck pattern the size of a fingertip appears on the canvas of despair.

His figure suddenly collapsed into a ball of embers and disappeared into the air.

"The strongest one."

As she grasped the Blood Gate with her palm, countless pale paper arms emerged from the ghost coffin, pulling the entire Blood Gate over and slowly submerging it into the ghost coffin.

Looking at the empty surroundings.

Grinning, Xu Yuan bit his finger, let go of the handlebars with both hands, and let Xuehen drive automatically.

At the exit, Secretary Shi looked at the survivors who escaped from the exit. The stern expression on his face melted slightly, and there was a hint of relief in his eyes.

This kind of breath can not only pollute ordinary people into inhuman weirdness, but also activate the negative emotions in players with ghost power, causing the dominated ghost power to go berserk, and finally be eroded back.

"You will be able to obtain rewards beyond your imagination..."

Buzz!

The sound of the roaring engine suddenly became louder. In the horrified eyes of several soldiers, the upper body of the rabbit clown was directly hit by an invisible and transparent thing, turning into blood foam and spraying all over the ground.

"Walk!"

"Hehehehe!"

When Xu Yuan cast his gaze, his eyes suddenly turned towards him as if he felt something.

Xu Yuan transformed into an efficient weird detention machine and quickly imprisoned one weird person after another into the canvas of despair.

Driving with Blood Hate, twisting the accelerator.

This door is surrounded by a very cartoon rainbow-shaped door frame. At the top of the door frame is a clown's head with his mouth wide open and laughing maniacally.

It was also because of his appearance that many survivors in this area who had not been contaminated by the Blood Terror Moon had hope of escaping.

He didn't care at all what he was drawing.

Fortunately, Xu Yuan happened to have a private scene here, and there was a shortage of people in his private scene.

The suppressive force of the ghost lantern was instantly generated, making the duck clown unable to move.

But this kind of erosion seems to have failed in Xu Yuan's body.

"Good boy!"

But then a figure rushed over and blocked them in front of the thick fog.

As a player with supernatural powers.

The one who reacted quickly was the older squad leader. He looked at the blood-colored light that penetrated the blood mist and penetrated into the interior, with an inexplicable look on his face.

If you look closely, you will find that these bloody clowns are all the size of a fingertip.

At this time, the blood hatred has already fixed another green-headed turtle clown.

This is also the reason why the ranking players in the shelter did not enter the rescue.

A soft voice sounded, and a slender jade hand with blood-colored nails stretched out from the ghost coffin and grasped the blood door bound by ghost hair.

It made him a little confused.

"The first one!"

Before the last few paper mannequin arms were submerged into the ghost coffin, they gave Xu Yuan a thumbs up sign to show friendship.

At the same time, Xu Yuan unfolded the ghost coffin and released it next to the blood gate.

"Xiao Jin, Xiao Jin, you have to work harder. There are a lot of employees this time, so you have to resist."

"Just take a little risk~"

He was already prepared to make sacrifices and felt like he was jumping left and right in front of the God of Death.

These unlucky ones transformed by the Blood Terror Moon can just be captured and used as employees.

The bloody light cut through the dense dew and hit a duck doll painted like a clown.

A bloody light like a sharp blade cut through the thick fog in front, revealing the true shape inside.

"yes!"

In his perception, most of these red dots were pollution fluctuations released by ordinary people by the projection of the Blood Terror Moon in the sky, which aroused negative emotions in their hearts and eventually transformed into inhuman existences.

The style of the blood gate is a bit strange.

Turning the accelerator, Blood Hate accelerated, rushing towards the Dongbin City Shelter in sight.

With a thought, a palm-sized ghost coffin spit out from the shadow.

Pointing to the sky, a relaxed smile appeared on the middle-aged soldier's face.

The shelter is divided into eight blocks in total.

A young warrior was a little curious.

Xu Yuan was speechless.

So it goes all the way.

The transformation of human beings into weird things is an irreversible change.

"Okay, husband."

At the same time, the young man in the bloody light seemed to feel something, and suddenly lowered his head and looked in the direction of Xu Yuan.

This place has become a hell.

Because they have no confidence in escaping from here.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt a strong blood light streak across a long trace, coming through the air in his direction.

"Could it be him?"

The speaker was a middle-aged man with slightly dark skin. There were veins on his forehead and his eyes were a little red. He gritted his teeth and spoke in a trembling voice.

Ordinary methods cannot save them at all.

"What's the name of dad's dad! Dad's dad is called grandpa!"

"That's almost it."

Nourished by Xu Yuan's blood that fused the power of life and the power of soul, Xiao Jin, the incarnation of the canvas of despair, had long since lost all integrity.

"The clown is waiting for you here~"

"The three hundred and sixty-eighth."

But it doesn't matter.

Look at the dense red light spots and the green arrows that shuttle between the light spots on Xuehen.

Never vague.

Carrying the canvas which had become much heavier, Xu Yuan put it into the ghost coffin.

"That settles it."

Buzz!

At this moment, the roar of an engine came.

However, these soldiers were not surprised when they saw their appearance. Instead, they handed them boiled hot water and clean blankets in a friendly manner.

A young man in military uniform sent a child out of the thick fog, but he seemed to be pulled by something terrifying, not only falling into the thick fog.

The middle-aged soldier shouted in a deep voice, he understood the psychology of the soldiers.

Many survivors, after discovering that the strange people wandering outside had disappeared, plucked up the courage to run out of their hiding places and followed the road to the exit of Area C.

It knew that as long as Xu Yuan wanted to catch it, it would put him on the canvas and be done with it.

"Hahaha!"

"It seems that in this case, I am the only one who can save you."

Despair Canvas' judgment of the picture depends purely on mood.

Ghostly black shadows flickered in the thick fog, and from time to time, death screams could be heard.

However, he did not leave there, but turned his attention to the front.
To be continued...