SWDnovel Chapter 133
Chapter 133
He saw it.
Two large, eerie human heads watched him quietly.
Those two pairs of eyes without the slightest whites of the eyes are like the river Styx in hell.
Sugimoto even got a glimpse of himself.
Woo woo woo~
Woo woo woo~
Countless wails suddenly rang in his ears, like countless unjust souls hovering around him.
A small, cold and soft hand slammed into Sugimoto's shoulder.
The palm of the hand was cold and damp without the slightest temperature, and it was as if it had been soaked in cold water for countless years, and even the skin could seep water.
The palm of his hand roamed all over his body.
If he didn't move, a painful pain would seep out of his bone marrow.
Such as.
There was a high-pressure pump in his body that was constantly pressing down on his body, in his bones, in his veins, in his brain.
He resembles a drowning pedestrian.
It's constantly struggling around.
But he was never able to save himself.
His nose began to flow seawater continuously.
He coughed dryly, strands of black hair running down his throat, snorting out little by little.
"Ah!!!h!!!!h
Sugimoto's heart was frantically roaring meaninglessly.
His brain felt like it was pouring boiling water.
The great pain made him tumble on the ground.
Keep scratching the ground with your fingers.
The blood oozing from his eyes enveloped all of his eyes.
"Kill me!! kill me!!!"
It was as if he had suddenly regained the right to speak, and he was close to wailing in pain.
Smack!
Finally, he lay on the ground weakly.
Grunt~
The people who were still criticizing Sugimoto before looked at everything that was happening in the sky with horrified eyes.
The cold hairs all over the body stood on end, and the heart seemed to be pinched by a big hand.
The huge country of Fuso fell into silence for a moment.
The sea water that keeps coming out of the body, and the long hair that spurts out of the mouth.
It was like hell, and it was as if everyone was breathing.
The whole body was like Sugimoto who had been immersed in the sea for several days.
The whole body is swollen, like a shabby get foam.
Constantly oozing seawater, his facial features have been completely distorted and deformed, and there is no human shadow at all.
There was a relieved smile on the corner of his mouth, as if the existence of life had become too much for him to bear.
Under that strange pain, death didn't seem so terrible.
Just when everyone thought the scene was over.
Suddenly.
The darkness in the sky began to distort rapidly.
It was as if the endless darkness had returned.
The next moment.
Ichiro Sugimoto appeared intact in that space once again.
He looked at his hands incredulously.
Then he touched his head in horror.
"Strange, why am I at the gate of the prison? "
It was as if he had lost the memory of that moment.
Frowning and looking at everything around him.
"It's always a little familiar here, is it the boring media?"
"Damn!!, I'm not wrong, it was that kid who seduced me!!"
He looked at the curtain around him and raised his middle finger.
He doesn't care about the world's criticism of him.
Subsequently.
Two black and white qi swirled in mid-air.
Slowly falling.
Sugimoto looked at the aura and felt a little frightened, and took a few steps back.
Staring at the two breaths.
The muscles of the whole body are tightened, and for some reason the body instinctively fears.
"What are you two doing? Tell you to quickly release the !! to Lao Tzu."
"Otherwise!! Lao Tzu's tendons and flesh will not be practiced in vain!!"
He looked at the black and white people who suddenly appeared in front of him, and he only felt a little frightened.
The man in white, tall and thin, with a pale complexion, had a long tongue sticking out, and his tongue was almost on the ground.
The man in black was fierce, wide and fat, with a small black face, and a chain in his hand that was spinning uncomfortably.
Before he was imprisoned, Sugimoto knew that there was a group of young people who loved to play role-playing.
So in the face of such an absurd situation.
He couldn't put everything on the role-playing.
But the two figures, one black and one white, really didn't want to pay any attention to him.
"Ichiro Sugimoto, suffered nineteen deaths~"
The man in black looked at the man in white beside him, and his tone was cold without the slightest emotion.
"Damn!!Did you hear me talking to you!!"
Sugimoto was furious when he saw that these two people dared to ignore himself and block them.
Waving his fists.
The next moment.
The tongue of the white-clothed man suddenly curled, instantly curling Sugimoto's body into a ball.
Click!!
The power of the long tongue was so great that the bones all over Sugimoto's body made an overwhelming sound.
At this moment, Sugimoto realized that that tongue was not a prop at all.
Click!!
"Ah!! monster!! monster!!!!
"
The tongue tightened and tightened, and became closer and closer.
Blood began to spill from Sugimoto's mouth and nose.
In the end, the first class soldier of Sugimoto did not have any strength to speak.
The bones of his whole body began to shatter.
The blood vessels on the periphery of the body burst out, the eyes bulged, and they turned out under tremendous pressure.
One could even see Sugimoto's tongue and throat coming out, and the bloody scene made everyone who saw it retch.
"Gott~"
The adults covered their children's eyes one after another, but their eyes could not leave the terrifying scene in the sky.
Even though his heart was trembling slightly, it was as if some kind of alternative attraction was firmly attracted.
"Trouble!!"
Xia Youjie's indifferent expression showed nervousness for the first time.
The situation is now completely out of control.
Such a bloody scene, staged across the country, is bound to cause an unprecedented fear.
The curse formed then is probably far from being as simple as a first-level curse spirit. 、
With enough fear, the imaginary spell spirit that has been created may not be possible.
"Could it be that this guy's purpose is to artificially create a super-grade imaginary spell?"
"But what good would it do him if he made it?"
Xia Youjie opened his eyes suddenly, revealing a pair of narrow eyes.
Ordinary spell masters, even curse masters, would never want to increase the number of special spell spirits, because there are infinite possibilities for each of them at that level.
As long as it is human, in their eyes, it is food, it is a toy, and it is not worth mentioning garbage.
Unless.
That person, like himself, has the ability to master and control spells.
Spell Soul Exercise!!!
"Is there anyone else besides me who has mastered the spell manipulation?"
A trace of doubt rose in Xia Youjie's heart.