Black Robe Begins: I release evil ghosts in the world of American comics

This is a dilapidated factory building with rusty iron gasoline barrels placed everywhere.

A dying person was tied to each barrel, and the barrels were burning with green flames, roasting these people or corpses into charcoal.

An unusually tall guy wearing a blood-colored leather apron took off the triangular iron helmet on his head, and he looked like a native of the motherland.

Using a pair of tiny tweezers, he carefully peeled off the last piece of intact skin from a still-twitching corpse.

There was an excited smile on his face and a sickly light dancing in his eyes.

Then he turned to look at the nearest gasoline barrel.

Lin Ying was tied to it.

"Jiejie, it's your turn now."

Lin Ying hung his head angrily and pressed against the back of the iron bucket, which was completely roasted into charcoal.

The front was covered with whip marks, each of which penetrated deeply into the flesh and blood, which was shocking.

He no longer felt pain or even the presence of his body.

Since the test failed, he was caught here and endured inhumane torture for several days.

The dead people around him were all prisoners who followed him here.

But now, it seems that he is the only one left who can still breathe.

The people from the motherland came over with a ferocious smile, "I hope you can be tougher than them, so that I can play longer."

Lin Ying did not scream or beg for mercy, but silently stared at the shadow under his feet.

As the flames dance,

Pfft!

The motherland directly pressed a red-hot iron on Lin Ying's heart.

A large piece of flesh and blood instantly withered.

Lin Ying raised his head, his face was calm and showed no pain at all.

"You dragged me into a nightmare, read my fears, and turned them into what I feared most. I believed it to be true at first, but unfortunately, you have too many flaws." His voice was weak, but extremely firm.

"Shut up, what are you talking about?" The people of the motherland were furious, waving various weapons and inflicting torture like a violent storm.

A strange smile appeared on the corner of Lin Ying's mouth, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and he cast his gaze into the distance.

He saw that there was no shadow at all at the feet of those corpses that were no different from charcoal.

But his shadow is like heating water, gradually boiling.

Even the coverage area is expanding. Unknowingly, it has been centered on him and extends out for several meters.

The most important thing is that the people of the motherland have also stepped into it.

"You read the memories of me and my predecessor and made up a hybrid image of Azu and Triangle Head, but you ignored the most important thing. With Azu's narcissism, how could he dress like this?" Lin Ying seemed to be talking to himself.

The native was stunned and said with a strange smile: "You are the first person who can stay awake in a nightmare, but what's the use of it?"

His whole body was distorted and turned back into a mental storm.

"You can't break free. You can only watch yourself being broken down into small pieces." He picked up a scalpel with a grin. "Crash, suffer, and howl! Then, tell me everything I want." If you know anything, I will use your body in exchange for money."

He thought he would see a broken expression like usual, but he was soon completely disappointed.

"You better stop."

Lin Ying spoke in a disdainful tone, and as he spoke, the shadow figure under his feet stood up, short, thin, and hunchbacked.

Psionic Storm's expression changed, and before he could react, his limbs were removed directly.

The whole person turned into a human pig, and just as he was about to fall down, he was picked up by the evil spirit shadow and thrust into the ground like a wooden stake.

The shadow then walked into Lin Ying's body, making his skin darker than the night.

With a slight effort, he stepped off the iron barrel.

The scars on his body healed quickly, as if they had never appeared before.

He ignored the frightened mental storm and walked to the nearest tin bucket.

As soon as he reached out and touched it, the charred corpse disappeared, and the iron bucket turned into a broken lens.

Intermittent images are being played inside.

Lin Ying suddenly showed a true expression.

"The iron bucket contains the memories of my predecessor that I cannot absorb. The corpses are the remaining will of my predecessor. If the spiritual storm hadn't scattered them and broken them one by one, I'm afraid it would be difficult for me to survive in a short time. Soak it all up.”

He knew that this was a blessing in disguise, and he smiled and waved his hand to the mental storm that was collapsing.

"To express my gratitude, I promise to spare your life."

Unfortunately, his kindness was not reciprocated.

Lin Ying walked over one by one, turned a total of one hundred and eighty-two iron buckets into pure memories, and absorbed them.

Memory and body have finally reached a high degree of harmony.

But in the end, six iron buckets were transformed into a kind of black crystal, just suspended in mid-air without any movement.

Lin Ying made some attempts and found that they had little effect, so he gave up temporarily.

He turned towards Psychic Storm and began to think about what to do with this guy.

"It's easy to kill you, but it will arouse Azu's suspicion. I don't know if that old witch Madeline will jump over the wall in a hurry. So, you must not die."

While he was hesitating, the evil spirit shadow suddenly walked out of his body and stood directly in front of the spiritual storm.

Not only that, but it also releases a strong desire.

Lin Ying was stunned, "Is this the puzzle you want? Do you want to take off his head and put it on your own?"

After getting his permission, the evil spirit shadow immediately began to act.

Ignoring the struggle and roar of the psychic storm, it directly pulled out its head and placed it squarely on its neck.

At the same time, Lin Ying also received a new reminder.

"A puzzle that meets the conditions has been detected and can be fused with the Shadow of the Evil Spirit. Do you want to start the fusion?"

Lin Ying chose yes without hesitation.

Then, he saw the extremely intense reactions on Psionic Storm's face.

Pain, struggle, wailing, crying, roaring...

After a while, it gradually became quiet.

"The fusion is successful. Shadow of the Evil Spirit has completed 1/2 of the puzzle and gained a new ability sequence: Nightmare Control.

The current enhancement degree is 0 and the development degree is 0. "

Lin Ying suddenly felt a little funny when he looked at the evil spirit's shadow that was pushing against the mind storm's head.

He tried to issue some instructions, but did not show any rejection. He simply studied the newly acquired abilities in this nightmare world.

At this time, the conference room outside was falling into an awkward atmosphere.

Psychic Storm and Lin Ying had been staring at each other for six hours. Everyone present had a conflicting feeling that their bladders were about to explode, but they were so hungry that they could swallow a cow.

The people of the motherland have always attached great importance to their own image, so he will never be the first to leave.

Other superheroes can only rely on their strong bodies to resist.

And the only ordinary person present, Madeline, really couldn't stand it anymore.