When the weirdness comes to the world, death is the end

Chapter 230

"Did you hear that?" Su Yuan roared, his voice resounding throughout the playground.

He raised his head slightly, his originally scarlet eyes gradually turned golden, releasing a cold killing intent: "I have completed four main tasks, this is what I deserve, come out and help me now, immediately! Right now!!"

"I will help you, kill him!!!"

As the voice fell, the whole space fell into a dead silence, only Su Yuan's roar was still echoing in the air.

However, in the next second.

Su Yuan frowned, his hand holding the sickle trembled unconsciously, and cold sweat covered his whole body.

He felt several tearing pains on his body.

It was the location of the tattoos.

They trembled violently, as if they were about to break through the shackles after being suppressed for a long time.

The first to rush out of Su Yuan's body was the "Blue Bird" symbolizing freedom and dreams. Its tail was dragging a blue stream of light, flying and circling in the air, and making a cheerful cry from its mouth.

Following closely behind were "Four-leaf Clover", "Higanbana" and "Gardenia".

They all carried their own unique auras, like spirits that had broken free from their shackles, surrounding Su Yuan and blooming with brilliant brilliance.

"Su Yuan, thank you for being my friend..."

"Now, I give you this happiness."

"Thank you for helping me get revenge."

"Please, kill me."

These were all the rewards he received in the main quest, each of which carried a story and emotion.

They represented the blessings and recognition of the deceased, and were tools used to help him kill the medium.

However, at this moment, they seemed to have their own will, no longer just cold objects, but full of vitality.

"Don't waste your time." Su Yuan gritted his teeth and interrupted this beautiful scene very inappropriately, "Use it quickly if you have any use!"

He had only one thought in his mind.

Kill this Guanyin ghost, kill the medium, kill all enemies!

The four items flickered with a faint light, they surrounded Su Yuan, swirled and intertwined, and finally merged into one.

After a burst of extremely shining light, a colorful palette appeared in front of him.

"Ode to Youth"

(Youth is not just a single color, it is a colorful mixture.)

The number of pale arms increased sharply, and they rushed out from the ground, as if to drag Su Yuan to the hell.

He did not hesitate and reached out to grab the colorful palette in front of him.

..........

The blessing in the main quest is the help given by the stone tablet to the heavenly favored to kill the medium.

It may give your heavenly favor an additional special ability, or give you a weapon with supernatural powers, or strengthen your physical fitness several times...

In short, it helps you improve your combat power and kill the medium.

And this increase is permanent.

It will not make you a strong man overnight, but it can also increase your chances of winning in the next battle.

For Su Yuan, all bonuses are unnecessary. The most useful thing for him...is the experience bar.

His "Heavenly Favor" has been upgraded to level three at this moment.

His sister squinted her eyes comfortably and smiled: "It's getting interesting."

The ground under his feet began to tremble violently, and the gravel broke free from the earth's shackles and slowly floated into the air.

On the display screen of the huge stone tablet in the distance, the most eye-catching red words have quietly changed.

I saw the holy flame sweeping the world - [Four Gods Prime Minister (Wangshu/Lingze)]

Su Yuan held the war sickle tightly in one hand, and a strange-shaped pistol appeared in the other hand.

He slowly raised the gun and aimed it at the Thousand-Handed Guanyin Buddha statue in the distance.

"Brother, this is not how you use it." The sister gently held Su Yuan's hand, slowly moved it up, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at the sky.

Then, she pulled the trigger.

Bang——

A brilliant red stream of light shot out from the muzzle, like a bright meteor, rushing straight into the sky.

Wherever the light passed, the air was burned into a twisted trajectory, so dazzling that people could not look directly at it.

At this time, other people in the school also raised their heads and looked at the gorgeous red light in the sky.

The moment it touched the sky, the light exploded like a gorgeous firework, and instantly turned into countless tiny red light spots.

These light spots intertwined and merged with each other, forming a piece of red light curtain like gauze.

Then, the light curtain gradually broke into dense red raindrops, pouring down from the sky.

The red raindrops fell one after another, hitting their faces and bodies.

"Is this... raining? Why is it like blood?" SomeThe students dodged in a hurry, fearing that they would be drenched by the strange blood rain.

Some students who were unable to dodge in time screamed and wailed on the spot when they were drenched, looking like they were about to die.

But after waiting for a while, they found that the blood rain did not cause any harm to them except for being a little warm.

Lingze.

The rain that nourishes all things, the grace of the king.

..........

The howling wind blew Su Yuan's long hair up, and the blood rain fell on him and on the war sickle in his hand.

Then, all of them disappeared strangely.

The war sickle trembled violently with excitement, and the vertical eye seemed to move up and down like crazy.

Finally, it locked its eyes on the Guanyin Buddha statue in the distance.

"Thousand-hand Guanyin" triggered Su Yuan's "ghost killing law".

..........

Downstairs of the senior high school teaching building, there was a group of people with different shapes.

Some of them were carrying briefcases, some were in suits, some were rock and roll, and some were even wearing the uniforms of the junior high school next door.

At this moment, they all looked up at the same time, looking at the strange scene of the world with solemn faces.

"Red moon, blood rain." Lu Mingxuan couldn't help but sighed: "It is worthy of the Holy Flame that swept the world, it is just like a god."

"Don't let others get ahead of themselves. Isn't the old man in Jiang Yanguan the same? A level 7 "Holy Flame", isn't he still hiding at home and not daring to come out." The girl in school uniform covered her mouth and laughed.

"Don't talk nonsense, hurry up." The young man lowered his head and searched in his briefcase, and finally took out a rag doll with a needle stuck in it, "The old man has to consider the overall situation. What is there to be afraid of the 18 or 19-year-old over there? Sooner or later, you will be killed and you will not be able to live in peace."

"That's true. "The sturdy man in a suit nodded: "A "Holy Flame" who is full of hatred for the organization, if we don't kill him today, who will dare to sleep at night in the future?"

Lu Mingxuan raised the clock and glanced at the time: "Wait another minute, the ghost has almost consumed him, let's go over."

Although he did not contact the official members with a card face of 8 or above this time, he called almost all the spades who were still alive in the next few levels.

The most difficult Taoist priest had already successfully attacked at the beginning. With a ghost inserted into his body, plus the siege of more than a dozen people in the narrow terrain on the second floor, he would definitely not survive.

The remaining few half-crippled students and a Holy Flame that was mostly consumed were all easy to deal with.

Thinking like this, the time has come, and Lu Mingxuan waved his hand and said: "Let's go. "

After he finished speaking, he did not get a response from the people around him. He looked up and saw that they were all standing there, looking forward.

Lu Mingxuan followed their gaze and frowned.

In the rain, a figure staggered over, with a hideous bone spur stuck in his chest, and the white Taoist robe on his body had long been stained red with blood.

"Ahem..." Xia Wu stopped staggeringly and forced a smile: "Did I... did I let you go? Trash..."

In a classroom on the second floor, the pungent smell of blood filled the air, and corpses and broken limbs were piled up like a mountain.