Abyss Demon of the Worlds

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Bending down, looking at Jason who was being pressed under the car, and facing the other's emotionless eyes, Olsaka said with great interest:

"There are many kinds of immortal bodies. I don't know which one is yours?"

From the reaction of the other party's body, he can clearly judge that Jason is not very tolerant of pain, but has no pain.

The living dead that can be resurrected infinitely?

This kind of thing is essentially no different from a lich.

The body is just a shell, and what really matters to life is other factors.

It is precisely because of this that they, who have not been fundamentally injured, can be resurrected infinitely.

Once someone finds a weakness, how to die is still how to die.

This form of immortality, in Olsaka's view, is equivalent to his current trumpet-playing behavior, and he needs to hide his most important place in some invisible place.

Completely different from his [Evil Resentment Immortal Body].

That is to revive in the form of consuming negative energy.

As long as the energy is sufficient, there is basically no weakness.

Either he can only rely on more powerful conceptual power to forcibly crack the [Evil Resentment Immortal Body] and kill him directly.

Or you can only find a place without negative energy and try to consume him alive.

At this moment, he was looking at Orshaga who was bending over and looking at him up close.

Without any hesitation, Jason stretched out his only remaining hand in an instant, trying to wring Olshaga's head off.

The next moment, the sword light flashed.

Just as he was just as fast and precise as he had just chopped down, Olsaka chopped off his hand in the same way.

The weapon used was a slender dagger of bone.

The expression casually used a dagger to provoke the opponent's severed palm that fell to the ground. In the flesh and blood of the severed palm, Orshaga saw a bone structure that was completely different from ordinary people.

Solid bone looks extremely solid and stable, just like metal.

Under the complex gaze of the sheriff, Olshaga swung the dagger a few more times.

A second later, a dark hand skeleton was shaved out by him.

The movements are skilled and shaved clean, faster than others can chew a chicken's feet.

Let the chefs in the restaurant who specialize in deboning the ingredients have to stand up and applaud.

Just when he wanted to stir up his bones and observe it carefully, the sheriff couldn't help but persuade him:

"Others are still staring, isn't it a little inappropriate for you?"

After he finished speaking, he pointed, and was staring at Orshaga's student Jason with a pair of dead fish eyes.

When the original owner was still there, it was a bit frustrating to perform live deboning!

If Jason is not a monster, there is no human right at all, and Olshaga is an exorcist, which is indeed his professional scope, and the sheriff is probably about to take out the handcuffs to arrest people.

"..."

Looking at the disabled Zhijian, even though he has lost his hands, he is still trying to get up.

Olshaga felt that the Sheriff's words seemed to make some sense, and it was really not good.

After thinking about it, he raised his hand and slashed again.

"His hands are broken, but his legs are intact, which is undoubtedly inappropriate!

Whether you are a human being or not, you have to act fairly.

unless it's pretty.

Ugly ghosts and beautiful women can't be treated the same! "

Yes.

Jason's two long legs are gone now.

However, his condition looks much better now.

Just now, because he only broke his hand, Olshaga felt a little awkward looking at it.

After all, you can't favor one over another.

"What I want to tell you is not this..."

After listening to his words, the sheriff scratched his head helplessly. He felt that his communication with Olsaka was a big obstacle.

For example, his brain circuits are not connected to each other.

Some of the other's ways of thinking,

It's just like a visitor from Mars, it's incomprehensible!

For example, Jason, who was cut into a stick in front of him, and the cobras in the trunk of the police car, who had been peeled and were waiting to be put on the grill.

Normal people do this?

Right now, Jason, who needed a whole team of soldiers to stop him in the data, was cut into a dead dog by Olsaka in three or two strokes. The sheriff was both pleasantly surprised and nervous.

Surrounded by a bonfire like a slaughterhouse.

All kinds of stumps and broken arms are everywhere.

After a cursory look, at least twenty people died here.

And Jason, who did this kind of thing, was like a kindergartener in Olsaka's hands, and he didn't even have a chance to fight back.

This means that if Olsaka goes crazy one day, the destructive power will probably be far greater than Jason's!

The only good news is that he is just an ordinary person who can kill.

Even if you really want to do something bad, two sniper rifles can do the trick.

Just when the sheriff was thinking about whether to report the problem to Shangfeng in advance after the mission is over.

Olshaga sensed something.

He tilted his head slightly.

the next moment.

The surrounding scene began to change.

The place he and the sheriff were in had changed from a bonfire party to a desolate house.

Not far from them, several little girls were playing while singing nursery rhymes.

"One, two...he will come to you,

Three, four... lock your door,

Five, six... Hold on to your sheets,

Seven, eight...you'll stop breathing,

Nine, ten...you won't be able to sleep..."

The singing is low and dark, revealing the meaning of the unknown.

Facing this strange scene, the sheriff's forehead instantly left a cold sweat.

As a native, he knew he had fallen into Freddy's territory.

For decades, few have been able to escape from here.

He ignored his nervousness and the weird atmosphere around him.

Olshaga seriously commented:

"This song doesn't work.

In terms of rhythm and melody, they can only be regarded as mediocre, not even catchy. "

with his comments.

After an unpleasant grin, a figure in a red sweater appeared in the middle of the group of little girls, and he asked Olsaka with a malicious grin:

"Really?

Is this nursery rhyme really ugly? "

Olshaga replied seriously:

"certainly!

According to the pronunciation of English and the tone of speech here, the tone of the first sentence of the lyrics should be lengthened a bit, which will create a better atmosphere. The lyrics of the second sentence are too simple and direct, and need to be replaced with synonyms. The third sentence still has a problem with intonation..."

The gold medal lecturer is not joking at this time.

A few minutes later, I listened to the analysis that Orshagana still did not finish.

Freddy was stunned.

The smirk on his face disappeared.

Olshaga speaks too professionally, and he has already listened.

He deeply understood that the ocean of knowledge is really deep, and he is too tender.

If he could, he wished he hadn't asked that question just now:

"I'm sorry, I really don't know, you are so professional..."