Manual of the Monster in City

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    The giant fist of the clay giant hit Jia Qingming's body like a heavy hammer.

    The giant's eyes sparkled with angry flames, and it whispered painful obsessions in that dumb voice: "Forgotten, abandoned...hate...everything...destroy it!"

    Xiao Hei’s hands holding the double guns overlapped in front of him, and the barrel of the gun had become hot from the rapid burst of fire. The muzzle of the black hole was aimed at the other shoulder of the clay giant and fired continuously, and the burst of bullets produced The continuous impact force caused the clay giant's body to deflect to one side, and it had to rely on the arm it was supposed to use to prop up its body.

    But this can only delay it for a while.

    Jia Qingming felt that his whole body was soaked in a cold sweat. Xiao Hei's near-limit attack saved his life in time, but he couldn't lift his footsteps at all, as if he had given up from the depths of his consciousness.

    Terrible strange power, Xiao Hei's fierce attack can't knock down the opponent...

    The only thing left in his mind was the ghost of the house ghost who mumbled desperately: "It can't be beaten... You are facing... God..."

    Can't beat...face... God!

    "Run, kid!" Xiao Hei shouted, but Jia Qingming couldn't hear it at all.

    He just stood there sluggishly, bowed his head deeply, and squeezed his fists, unable to move at all.

    All of this... If you can’t see it, it’s fine, if you don’t have these eyes... If you don’t... If you can’t see these nasty things... if...

    Ding--

    Something deep in the memory is aroused.

    ——Any wish... as long as you can afford it. However, you must use your most precious possession in exchange for the deepest desire of obsession.

    ——Mr. Qingming, are you sure you want to...exchange?

    The clay giant raised his huge fist again and attacked and fell in Jia Qingming's direction. The blood flowing in his palm seemed to be the most delicious food. The overheated double guns in Xiao Hei's hands have also reached their limit.

    It wants to eat him, a rare feminine physique, it is the best food for it who has been silent for too long, and has lost its incense and power for too long. Even the existence that was once known as the Lord God, who was respected and worshipped by others, was like a ghost crawling out of hell at this moment.

    Abandoned in a dark corner, suffering, and loneliness for a hundred years, no matter what it is, it will become a fierce and violent devil.

    The giant fist fell, making a huge impact.

    It seemed that the bones were hit by some powerful force, and the sound of cracks was produced, and the teeth of the listener were sour. However, the pain associated with the sound did not happen to his body for a long time. He recovered from the trance but saw a tall figure blocking him.

    It's Yuan Boyang!

    Although he is a student of the same level, his body appears tall and burly, with a faint muscular outline in his arms. He raised his arms to block between him and the clay giant, and that terrifying, overwhelmingly powerful fist fell on his resisting arms and ended up with this kind of stalemate.

    "Hello!" He said, his voice filled with calm and full energy. "Although I don't know what you have been working on since just now. This moving mud figure, you, and the girl who appeared suddenly and kept hiding and firing an empty gun, but..."

    His deep eyes suddenly became serious. Although he was completely stunned before, when he became serious, it seemed to bloom. He said word by word (in fact, it was extremely mechanical): "It is too early to give up now."

    Jia Qingming seems to suddenly understand why this guy is so popular with the schoolgirls, not only has a cold, indifferent, and handsome face.

    The bloody smell came to the nose, blood gurgling from Yuan Boyang's arms, soaked in his sportswear-like student uniform, fainted a dark mark, but it condensed into a strange brilliance, that is...

    The glory of the spirit.

    Even after a certain distance, Jia Qingming felt that the blood, and even the breath produced by the blood, seemed to be full of hot flames.

    The flame burned the spirits in the clay giants and also wounded the gods living in the clay.

    It seems that it is by virtue of the power of this strange spirit that Yuan Boyang is able to shake this giant clay giant, otherwise, I am afraid it will be photographed directly into a small mound, right?

    But after all, he is a mortal body, and the opponent is a hard giant made of mud, and a powerful spirit of the god level is attached to it. It seems that he has reached the limit. Just now Jia Qingming heard the sound of bone fracture if he continues to fight...

    But it's too early to give up...

    Jia Qingming picked up a long wooden board from the ground and held it in his hand. There seemed to be small wooden thorns on the rough edge of the wood and bit into his palm. In front of this giant, he was like a primitive man waving a stick at the feet of a dinosaur, but he bit his jaw tightly—

    Even if he wasn't an opponent at all, at least he had to die...

    The clay giant raised a huge foot and stepped on it. Jia Qingming didn't know how to block it. He threw the worn-out wooden board at the sole of his feet in vain.

    The small wooden board flew towards the giant's body, and suddenly burst into green light.

    This green is not a venom-like dark green, nor is it a weird green light like a wolf's pupil, but the color of life, which belongs to the spring, the tender green of all things budding——

    For a moment, Jia Qingming thought that someone had filled himself with some super members.

    "The Thunder Emperor of the East has ministers under him. When he is in charge of spring, he grows and unifies thousands of woods and his famous sentence men."

    It was the elegant voice of a woman as if it had passed through time, her voice was not hurried, as if gently chanting a ballad from the ancient times.

    With her voice, vigorous life was radiated from the dry wooden board, and countless branches and leaves were emerging from the surface of the wooden board. They grew and twisted and entangled on the surface of the clay giant's body.

    The giant was waving his arms and struggling with his body desperately, but the vine branches that grew out of the old wooden planks were not imprisoned chains, but some kind of parasites growing along its body. They wrap around the giant's body, grow a strange root system, pierce into the clay, and draw its power from it.

    The giant lost his balance and fell backward, and the ground was shaken by its body. It hit the ground with its body, trying to kill these annoying plants, but these were all in vain.

    Vines continue to grow from its body, and they are rooted in its soil-lined body, forming strong and powerful vines, and then practice-strangling.

    "--Muqi, Zhentu." The female voice came again in a distant voice.

    If it was said that before that, it was singing in a low voice, far away, as if an elegant voice from another world, then this perhaps gentle voice suddenly revealed a strong sense.

    Like a general on the battlefield, the green python-like vines and branches tightly entangled the giant's clay-shaped limbs and instantly twisted it into segments. The clay broke apart and fell on the ground, losing its spirit. The fragile clay was crushed instantly.

    The huge body was torn apart inch by inch, and in the end, only the head with the fuzzy golden powder coated with facial features fell weakly on the ground and was chaired by the branches full of fresh green leaves.

    Jia Qingming could see that the giant's aura had been compressed into a very small space by the branches. Although it was constantly impacting with resentment, it quickly dissipated when it encountered the light green aura emitted by these branches. Unable to organize a powerful impact.

    "You are... who are you?!" The clay giant with only his head let out an angry roar.

    Until now, the woman who only heard the sound finally appeared in the sight of everyone.

    She walked slowly from outside the temple, with little steps, but every step seemed to be calculated, elegant and decent, in a gorgeous and heavy Hanfu dress, but she was not wet by wind and rain.

    But this is not attributable to the oiled paper umbrella held in her white palm, because the long backswing drags across the ground full of water, but it does not look like a woman who has walked out of another world, not stained with mortal dust.

    "Miss Bai Ling!" Xiao Hei exclaimed in surprise and jumped from the high platform used for shooting next to Qingming's side.

    But Miss Bai Ling did not respond to her greetings. She walked slowly in the torrential rain and walked towards this ancient temple. The short walk seemed to be particularly long. She sang an ancient song in her mouth, beautiful The voice was full of sadness.

    "Zhuan Xu has three sons who live and die for the epidemic:"

    "One living in the river water is for malaria;"

    "One dwelling like water is a sprite;"

    "One-bedroom corner of the palace, an amazingly good kid, a kid."

    Jia Qingming's ancient prose skills are not very good, but at any rate, someone who has memorized ancient prose for many years in the exam can understand some of the meaning in her lyrics.

    Probably, Emperor Zhuan Xu had three children, but he died of his pox and became a ghost. There is a ghost who lives in Jiangshui, a ghost who lives in Ruoshui, and a little ghost who lives in other people's rooms and scares children.

    "It's the words in "Rite and Ji Mingzheng"." Xiao Hei acted on the side in a timely manner.

    "God, it's really sad." Bai Ling sighed. She walked into the temple but did not put away the oil-paper umbrella. Jia Qingming subconsciously took a step back when she passed by, but on the umbrella raised above her head, The rain did not drip.

    The oil-paper umbrella itself is dry, passing through the rain without any trace of moisture.

    "The gods above the top are the ones who value and care most about people's worship and beliefs. Once they become infected with grievances... even the heirs of Zhuanxu, the supreme central heavenly emperor, will eventually be driven out and hated by others. Devil. Never stand up forever."

    She stared at the bound and immovable clay head and said lightly.

    Jia Qingming's gaze passed through the shadow covered by the oil-paper umbrella, and he saw Bai Ling's eyes at the moment.

    At this moment, in those soft eyes, there is no emotion, and some are full of compassion——

    It seemed to be the eyes of a god.