People in Ultraman: Dark Summoning

Chapter 292 Train to Busan Final Battle (1)

The puppy Liu Weimin heard this, but remained calm. He fiddled with the ancient and mysterious bronze box in his hand nonchalantly, and said calmly:

"Don't worry, cousin. Although the situation is critical, it is not yet a matter of certain death. Why are you so sad and sighing?"

After hearing this, Turtle Grandson Liu Weimin narrowed his eyes doubtfully, stared at the puppy Liu Weimin, and asked:

"Impossible! Now that things have come to this, do you really have some trick up your sleeve to help us out of this predicament?"

"That's natural!"

The puppy Liu Weimin responded confidently.

After saying that, he suddenly raised his head and glanced at the Sky-Swallowing Demon Gourd that was hanging high above his head and exuding a terrifying aura.

Then, he turned around and looked at the bastard Liu Weimin beside him expressionlessly, and said coldly:

“But before I leave here, I must see with my own eyes that you are sucked into that abominable magic gourd, and then you are tortured to death inside, turning into a pool of blood and dying tragically on the spot.

Only in this way can I be worthy of my uncle who died unjustly, and the thousands of soldiers who sacrificed their lives heroically for the Empire of the Rising Sun!"

When he said the last few words, the puppy Liu Weimin's voice suddenly rose, and at the same time, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, fixed on the bastard Liu Weimin, as if he wanted to eat him alive with his eyes.

After hearing what the other party said, Guisun Liu Weimin was about to respond, but at this moment, he suddenly felt that the energy in his body was running out, and the meridians that had been running smoothly became a little disordered.

What's worse is that the powerful and terrifying suction force from the outside world came towards him like a mountain crushing an egg, constantly squeezing his body.

Under this double pressure, Liu Weimin, the bastard, could no longer hold on. He felt his chest churning and his throat felt sweet, and he involuntarily spat out a large mouthful of blood.

As the blood gushed out, his breath became weak and it was obvious that his strength was rapidly decreasing.

The little dog Liu Weimin standing nearby saw all of this. Seeing his grandson Liu Weimin in such a miserable state, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible smile.

That smile contained a hint of pride, but also contained anticipation for what would happen next.

I saw that he was staring at that bastard Liu Weimin, as if he was waiting for a wonderful show to begin.

As expected, as time passed and the potency of the potion gradually weakened, Liu Weimin, the bastard, finally couldn't withstand the huge suction force and the loss of his own energy.

His body began to rise slowly and uncontrollably, like a helpless fallen leaf swaying in the strong wind.

When Guisun Liu Weimin rose to mid-air, his originally calm face underwent a surprising change.

There were five parts of panic, three parts of madness and two parts of fear intertwined on it. All kinds of complex emotions mixed together to form a heart-pounding picture.

At the same time, the voice that came out of his mouth was no longer as calm as before, but was hoarse and almost like a roar:

"Bakayalu! You guys forced me to do this!"

Before anyone could react, Liu Weimin, the bastard, quickly pulled out a mysterious potion from his arms.

This potion is seven parts bright red and three parts dazzling golden yellow. The two colors blend together, making it look particularly enchanting and charming.

From a distance, it looks like a devil's hand from the depths of hell, exuding endless temptation and danger.