Plague Doctor

The black businessman's appearance has a characteristic, that is, he has a strangely wide mouth. He is dressed in a black robe and has a turban on his head. It is wrapped into a shape with two small bumps on his forehead, which look like two horns.

The same was true for the black businessman who opened the utility room door. The black businessman took a step in and immediately noticed something strange.

In this small utility room, the wooden wheel cart carrying the Nightmare Man's clay pot is leaning against the left wall.

But he was the one who pushed the Nightmare Man back just now. The wooden wheel cart was clearly parked in the middle, so why is it now leaning towards the wall?

The black businessman looked around, but couldn't see even a Zugel beast, so he walked to the wooden wheel in confusion and lifted up the black cloth covering the nightmare man.

Still the same, the Nightmare Man sat in the mud pot, leaning against the wooden frame, with wide eyes on his purple-red disfigured face.

But suddenly, the black businessman suddenly realized something was wrong... There was no fixed iron frame in these eyes!

These tattered eyes are no longer just cloudy and cloudy, but there is a strange sharpness...

"I recognize you, you must be the one who gives me a needle every time." A deep voice sounded, it was the Nightmare Man saying.

"You!" The black businessman was stunned, looking at this face and eyes, this good-for-nothing is not dead, his consciousness is still there, he is not dead, he has recovered! But how could anyone mentally endure the release of a hundred nightmare spectacles like this? They should have been annihilated in the first scene!

Just when these thoughts were raging, it was also the time when the black businessman was about to scream.

A huge storm vortex rushed out of those eyes, as if carrying all Leng Yuan's fear.

"Ah..." The black businessman could only hoarse in an instant, his eyes were overwhelmed by the huge pain, and his whole face was twisted in pain. It was full of pain, and he dug it away with his hands! He violently tried to dig out his eyeballs, but he couldn't do it. The flesh and blood were all mixed up, and there was a burst of crazy wails and laughter...

Digging, digging, the black businessman stuffed the broken eyeballs he dug out into his wide mouth, bit them into pieces with his teeth, and howled incessantly.

But there are still shadows in the two bloody holes in the eye sockets, and my hands are still digging in.

"Nightmare, nightmare... abyss..."

"You businessmen should know that some accounts have to be settled." Gu Jun said solemnly, struggling to stand up again, "Usually I treat pain, but for you traffickers, it's okay to cause pain."

The power of this spell is really not small, but the erosion rate only increased by 0.1, and there is no sense of consumption of mental power.

But the quality of his mental power is really different now, and those nightmare energies make him feel like a nightmare.

He had just stood up when he saw two more black businessmen appearing at the door, both of them looking shocked.

"My eyes are the abyss, and the abyss is the truth!" Gu Jun suddenly recited the mantra again, and the rhythm and power of each syllable became clear to him because of the parchment in the sea of ​​consciousness, and even he could feel it The strange force surged away.

The eyes of the two black businessmen at the door suddenly burst open, and purple-red worms twisted out of their eyeballs.

"Ah!" The two of them wailed and fell to the ground, scratching their faces and gouging their eyes frantically, "Nightmare, nightmare..."

"Your nightmare spectacle special." Gu Jun murmured, maybe it was because the blood in his body was flowing fast like burning, and the corrosion degree increased by 0.15, but he felt that the muscles and bones all over his body were stronger, although they were still swaying. But he stood still.

He looked at the clutter around him and retrieved his small medical bag from a wooden cabinet against the right wall. The three Carlop dissection instruments were there. They must have been packed by Zu Ge and sold together with him. Lost. He put the scalpel into his bag and stuffed it into his pocket.

He casually took a white mask from the pile and put it on. This mask only showed his eyes, but its ordinary round shape fit his face perfectly.

Taking a wooden post of a suitable height as a crutch, he walked outside, dragging a pile of vines with his feet.

At this point, he must escape from this theater immediately, but if he can't escape, then fight out.

Gu Jun just walked to the corridor outside the room. The movement here had already attracted attention. There were five or six black businessmen running towards the other side of the stage. When they saw him, they were startled and confused. Without giving them time to react, he again Say that mantra!

Screams broke out, and the black businessmen suddenly fell down one after another, clawing and gouging their eyes, and there were also eyes born from worms.

The insects bit and bit out thousands of holes, and blood seeped out, carrying the insects with them to other places.

They rolled on the walkway, pain shooting through them, more bites, more bugs.

The power of the dream world has no boundaries.

Gu Jun walked by on crutches, paying no attention to the wailing black businessman at his feet, and walked towards the stage. He didn't know the structure of the theater, and he didn't know where to leave. He only knew which way the audience went, and there must be a doorway there.

More hurried footsteps sounded, and a group of more than a dozen black businessmen came running.

Gu Jun could recognize that the black businessman who bought him from the Zugels was there. He seemed to be a leader, with a face full of anger.

"Hello everyone." He kept walking and recited a mantra: "My eyes are the abyss, and the abyss is the truth!"

These dozen black businessmen were still unstoppable, and they fell down in piles without even knowing what was going on, making the screams in the theater even louder.

There were not only black businessmen in the aisle, but also a group of three passers-by who looked like ordinary spectators. They were stunned.

His face turned pale and he couldn't say anything...

That, that seems to be the Nightmare Man, that suit...but with a white mask on.

"Take me to the nearest side door." Gu Jun said and walked towards them, "I want to leave here. Take me away, don't play tricks on me."

He did not make any threats, but the three passers-by were so frightened that they cried and shouted: "This way, this way!" "Don't kill me, don't!" They stumbled forward, unwilling to look back. Look, those abyss-like eyes I never want to look at again.

"Don't play tricks on me." Gu Jun said again, but he didn't completely believe these people. He listened to the movements around him.

After walking for a while, he did not leave the stage, but he had already seen a door ahead, and the three people ran out, shouting as if they were running for their lives.

The anxious and angry sounds behind him were getting closer and closer. Gu Jun walked faster with crutches, knowing that he had to get out quickly and it was not advisable to cast any more spells.

Because the erosion level has risen by 2 and returned to 24.78. If it continues like this and returns to above 25, he may not be able to walk... and the dark power in his heart is making him more and more irritable, and he is losing his mind...

When Gu Jun walked out of the theater door, he saw that he was in a narrow stone brick street under the dark night sky, with a few passers-by looking at him doubtfully.

There were tall black towers everywhere, and the small streets in the middle extended in all directions. He was suddenly at a loss and didn't know where to go.

At this time, the sounds behind him got louder, with the language of black merchants and other languages. He recognized the voices of the group of buyers who wanted to buy him as a sacrifice. Those people watched the spectacle without blinking an eye. , not easy to deal with...

"Sir, come with us." Suddenly, a voice seemed to call him from a street entrance at the other end.

Gu Jun looked around, feeling complicated and confused. He saw two people from the group with the face of the earth, a man and a woman.

They were speaking in a strange language, not Chinese, "You are the same kind of people as us, right?"

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