Dimensional Eroders

Latest website: The black man wore a blue one-piece car repair suit. He was as strong as a gangster, but looked very nervous. The arm holding the banknote trembled violently, then he raised the money to his mouth and kissed deeply.

At this time, he was about ten meters away from the white waves, and a gun handle was exposed in his pocket. His eyes were fixed on Bai Lang's back, but he hesitated several times with one hand, and finally hesitated, summoned his courage, clenched the handle, and took out the gun.

He took a quick step to keep up, his blood was on his head, and the soles of his shoes didn't realize the noise, and there was both excitement and tension in his heart.

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

He held the 20-dollar sheet in his left hand, squeezed his neck fiercely with all his strength, and continued to use force, his face flushed red but strode madly, and yelled, "Ican\'tbreathe!"

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The white waves that had been prepared for a long time were as if struck by lightning, his face flushed suddenly, and then an indescribable ‘suffocation’ like a tsunami struck him and drowned him.

The mere physical ‘suffocation’ is meaningless to him. He can easily hold his breath for half an hour and engage in high-intensity battles.

But the ‘suffocation’ at this time is a compulsory experience, ignoring his physical fitness, making him feel bored and painful like an ordinary person.

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

He was forcibly controlled by someone remotely? !

A sense of suffocation, a trance, unable to move... Everything that came out suddenly made him stunned. Then he woke up immediately, and [Thorns]'s mental resistance broke out again.

The whole process took less than 1 second, and when he was soberly aware of what had happened to him, [Thorns] was still suffering from unknown erosion.

Bai Lang opened his mouth and tried to breathe, but the ‘suffocation’ still couldn’t be broken and enveloped him. Even no matter how hard he inhaled, his lungs were still blocked, and he didn't breathe a trace of air.

More than that, even if he had 10 tons of dragon power, he couldn't get rid of this position and stood up again.

But the good news is that under his strong struggle, his upper body resisted the difficult force and resumed his freedom of movement. Only the limbs below the waist are still under control, and they must maintain the posture of kneeling and crushing on one knee.

The suffocation for a while could not hurt the white waves, but this shrouded state was very disgusting. He turned his head fiercely and saw a black man with nervousness and even horror on his face, who was aiming at him with a gun, and walking tremblingly.

The other party was trying his best to pinch his throat, and he could see his arms violently blue, his face flushed, and he had a grudge against him, and he wanted to break his neck.

In this state, the other party should suffocate first. However, the airways of the other party, including the mouth and nose, were indeed stuck, but there was still airflow circulating in the lungs.

Bailang’s ‘suffocation’ is not an illusion. He realizes that he is sharing a certain state with the other party? Was pulled down to the opponent's level, and then defeated.

This is a kind of curse similar to the "Death by Blood". The black man replaces his physical condition with himself by cutting his breath.

Every moment of my hard breathing, air is flowed into the opponent's lungs. The blocked nose and mouth of the opponent were locked together with his own trachea and lungs.

As for the ‘dizziness, suffocation’, it’s the feelings of the other party, all hitting him, making the white waves compulsively experience it, and the spirit is in a trance.

As long as this curse continues, it will eventually cause the cursed person to suffocate and die after a long torture.

The harder the other party pinches himself, the more Bailang suffocates.

Not only that, but the evil of this curse lies in ‘control’. Bai Lang's invincible body was controlled by a mere mortal, unable to move.

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boom! boom! boom!

Four shots in a row, all shot into the air, hitting the concrete floor next to Bailang, and the crushed stones splashed.

When the blacks launched the'curse' sneak attack, they also felt the rapid loss of power in the paper money. He has no experience, and he doesn't know that cursing and controlling the humanoid blood cow like White Wave in the form of an ant costs more than ordinary people. So my heart is particularly flustered.

The maintenance worker approached trembling, his arms trembling violently, insisting on pulling the trigger, but making the shooting more casual.

Lang watched the opponent pinch himself at this time, and had already understood the cause and effect.

He didn't care about the forceful control on one knee; he didn't care if he was hit by a bullet; he didn't care if he felt suffocated and dizzy. The blood in his body was enough to support him to hold his breath for more than half an hour. The other party pinched himself to bankruptcy, and he didn't want to suffocate himself to death.

The only thing that makes Bailang disgusting is that the ubiquitous and irresistible erosion after the opponent activates the'evil spirit power' is polluting his spirit.

Any evil spirit's ‘ability’, once it acts on oneself, even if it is resisted from damage, it will still produce a weak ‘corrosion’.

This is the destruction that cannot be violated at the level of strength, just like the Xianshu Chakra Necessity> Ordinary Chakra. The power of any evil spirit corrodes his spirit.

Even though [Thorns] already possesses mental defense, he does indeed resist the mental interference carried by the curse, but he still feels corroded by weak acid.

very disgusting.

"Damn, you're looking for death!"

If the white waves contract a spirit, no matter how weak or small, this corrosion will be offset naturally. But he has no spirit to defend, and he is at a loss when he fights against any ordinary person. Although this corrosion is insignificant, he can't even do mental pollution +0.01%, but he is in a bad mood.

boom!

The black shot another shot and finally hit the back of the white waves by taking advantage of the distance.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

He continued to pull the trigger, but the bullet was empty, Bai Lang only oozes a little blood from his back, his waist is still upright, and he even showed him a smile full of ‘goodwill’.

The black man suddenly became more nervous and shouted in horror: "Ican\'tbreathe!" While pulling the trigger, he made an empty noise, his mind was a little confused, and he said: "I didn't mean it, I don't want to be like this, forgive me!"

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

The racial talent of blacks exploded. There was no big gold chain on his neck to bless the ‘bullet gene’, but the escape talent that his ancestors had written into DNA for generations was awakened.

He realized that the first hunt was too nervous and failed, and he couldn't change the magazine with one hand, so he continued to pinch himself to death and turned to escape.

Puff puff!

Bai Lang squinted one eye, took aim, pulled the trigger continuously, and a round of stitches and nails flew out. Accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air, the black man screamed and was punched by the white waves.

In the end, an acupuncture was also applied to the fossa of the knee, and the needle pierced his ‘buling cover’ and it flew out of sight. The black man also knelt down uncontrollably and put it on his knees.

Sudden pain and kneeling made him let go of his left hand, the mandatory "curse" was interrupted, the white waves regained their breathing, the erosion subsided, and he stood up again.

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

The only thing that amazed him was that he was forced to kneel on the ground and the momentary trance caused by the feeling of suffocation were phenomena that his body shouldn't produce.

Mortals 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 worth encouraging."

Bai Lang tucked the nail gun back into his arms, shook his wrist, and drew an adjustable wrench from his sleeve. He leaped briskly towards the other side, his energy extremely excited.

The black man clenched his fists and found his body stiff and difficult to move. He had no understanding of the mysterious acupuncture point culture from the East. He only thought that he had also suffered some kind of'Cthulhu power', and his heart was full of horror: "No, no, don't come. Please forgive me, this is the first time for me. I do not want to hurt you!"

boom!

The opponent was kicked, crossed a distance, and slammed heavily on the roadside trash can. The surface of the iron box was sunken, and the black man completely lost his resistance, vomiting and trembling, still unable to move

"You didn't want to hurt me, you gave me a shot? Master of body stroke."

Kicked the pistol into the air, Bailang approached again, and reached out to pull out the bullet embedded in the body, and threw it on the ground. The muscles are clamped, and the blood devil's afterbirth forcibly closes the wound, and heals itself with restoring power.

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

Bai Lang bent down and squatted down and stretched out his hand to the opponent.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!" The other party suddenly thought of something and shouted frantically: ";livesmatter!"

The weird fluctuations spread again, and this time it did not affect him, but instead enveloped the other party, and the source was the ‘faculty’ held by his left hand.

Bai Lang opened his fist easily and took out a folded 20 dollar bill, his eyes still a little confused. What a weird thing.

Before Bailang came to Somogo, there was no ‘Ican\’tbreathe in his home earth! "Or"; livesmatter! Propaganda slogans like ’, so he didn’t know anything about the superpowers of blacks. He was confused when he looked at the banknotes whose internal energy had been zeroed out.

Following the last shout of the other party, this token was drained. It's like the battery level of the mobile phone drops to 0%, and the token is still valuable. If the believer believes in the corresponding ‘spirit’, then those who choose to join the hunt can overdraw and recharge.

"You?? What did you just do?"

The other party's roar exhausted the power in the token, but nothing happened, which made Bailang feel the conspiracy. He asked, shaking his wrench, and gave it to the other party.

In the next moment, the attack from the wrench 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 own ‘mark’, but it will never be so large.

Bailang tried it on the group of Nicos yesterday. He knew very well that it was just a ‘hello’, but his ‘hunting mark’ has deepened a lot.

This is the ‘;livesmatter’ just now! ’Ability?

Bai Langhu suspiciously looked at each other ~www.NovelMTL.com~ The black man was pulled a wrench and was extremely frightened, so he asked, "What is your spirit?"

The other party was extremely frightened, and the answer was incoherent and messy, and finally Bailang pieced together the answer.

A newly born ‘lower spirit-Floyd’, a strong ‘new generation power faction’ in the black camp, with the chassis in the 21-Rocket zone.

Like the Black Christ, Sheng produces an inexpensive ‘faithful’, and it only takes one moment to obtain a counterfeit, unusable, 20-dollar bill.

With it, and the top-up is complete, you can start the curse ‘Ican\’tbreathe! ’. Even for non-direct believers, as long as black people have additional blessings, the curse power is increased for white people.

Bailang's "Skin Skin" this time is precisely to match the Chinese and Western hybrids of the "Outlander" personality. In the category of curse power +1, and the opponent is also a black, the curse calls for -1, making him feel the sinister world.

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