[Comprehensive Yingmei] I cover this earth

This supernatural scene almost frightened the two of them.

The little gangster threw the gun in his hand on the ground on the spot, and sat down on the ground as soon as his legs gave way, his whole body twitched and kept moving backwards, trembling with fright, and he was dumbfounded.

Zombies have superpowers?

Super mutant zombies? !

Instead, the bald doctor broke out in desperation, rushed over with the stent in his hand, wow, and slammed a stick at Hawthorne: "Ah, I will fight for you!"

Hawthorne wanted to escape, but he found that his stiff body was not very flexible. In order not to be beaten to death by a stick, he had no choice but to use his strength again.

He pressed down lightly with his hand, directly pushing the bald doctor to the ground.

The bald doctor seemed to be pressed tightly by some invisible weight, his limbs struggled desperately but he couldn't move.

Probably because of the compression of his lungs, he blushed and coughed, looking like he was going to die in the next second.

Hawthorne quickly lowered his strength a little.

[Character behavior deviation, body repulsion increased, pollution +0.05%]

Hawthorne: "...?"

Deviations in character behavior are okay.

Well, he did not behave like the original owner of this body, causing this body to start to reject.

The body has inertia to its former owner, just like an organ. If Hawthorne can't show fit, the body will spontaneously reject his existence.

But how could the human body be able to expel the will of the outer gods?

So the final result of the struggle is - the human body is defeated and finally assimilated by the outer gods, that is, it is polluted.

The same is true for using super powers to increase pollution.

To sum up, when Hawthorn uses this body, he has to act in the way of the owner of this body, pretending that this shell is not occupied by him, an outsider, and coaxing this body not to reject him.

...I couldn't hold back anymore, and he had to collapse the original owner's design.

Hawthorn looked down at the paralyzed gangster and the bald fat doctor who was lying on the ground and couldn't get up, and asked, "Can anyone explain to me what's going on here?"

The little gangster was so frightened that he almost fainted, and shouted heart-piercingly: "...You, don't come here!!"

The bald doctor struggled a bit and stood up from the ground, but his feet slipped again, and he couldn't stand still. He hit his head on the corner of the table and passed out, bleeding profusely.

Hawthorne: "..."

He ignored the black clinic doctor and turned to look at the little bastard: "Why am I here? Do you know anything?"

His tone was very calm, but the little gangster seemed to have heard some death sentence, and almost rolled his eyes and fainted on the spot.

So, under the trembling tone of the little gangster, Hawthorne finally figured out the whole story.

……

The body he is currently in—Uriah Hart, is an ordinary person in Gotham who is oppressed by gangsters every day. He is not very old, he has just grown up, his parents died, his family is poor, and the guardian thinks he is burdensome. Only the most basic living expenses were given, so he dropped out of junior high school.

I used to pay protection fees, hand over my wallet quickly when I met a criminal, and behave like a man with my tail between my legs. I didn't touch those depraved things at all, so I just made do with it.

But the problem is, Uriah has a sister.

He and his sister usually depend on each other for life, and work hard to make money so that her sister can go to a better school.However, not long ago, my sister was hit by a stray bullet in an unexpected street gang fight, and was sent to the intensive care unit on the spot.

The medical expenses were like a mountain, weighing on Yulia.

Ulea had no choice but to work every day, and he was a black worker who worked hard. He finally made a little money, but was robbed by the poor quality horsemen under the hands of the Romans and severely injured him.

His younger sister had no money for medical treatment, so she just died in the ward.

Ulea managed to get out of bed, but what she waited for was the news of her sister's death.

That day, he sat in front of his sister's body, ignoring the hospital's urging to collect the body, and stayed there all day without eating or drinking.

He didn't even have money to pay for his own sister's funeral.

All hope in his life has been robbed of him by Roman and the bottom hoodlums of his gang.

Surrounded by despair, Uriah broke out in silence.

He knew he was too weak, he knew he couldn't do anything by himself.

But he suddenly thought of a dream he had some time ago, a dream that was so weird that it made people crazy.

In that dream, he saw gods, or demons, it didn't matter.

The important thing is that he can ask for His help.

So, after selling some of the last belongings and burying her sister, Uriah performed the ceremony in a deserted alley.

At this critical moment, those bastards who bullied him came to trouble him again. They didn't understand what Uriah was doing, and stepped into the ceremony site with malicious intentions at the moment when the ceremony started.

As a result, in the next second, whether it was the people in the ceremony or the melon-eating people passing by outside the ceremony, they all saw a scene that they would never forget.

——Those gangsters covered their heads at the same moment and screamed horribly. Some fell to the ground and died violently on the spot. On the other hand, he kept muttering illogical and irrational whispers like a walking dead.

The scene of the ceremony turned into a purgatory on earth in an instant.

……

The rest of Falcone's men learned of this and rushed to pull out everyone who was still alive before the police arrived.

But they obviously couldn't recognize their own people, and even dragged away Uriah, who was the one who caused the crime... It wasn't until the photo of Uriah was shown on TV that they realized: Damn it, we seem to be using that as a cult ritual The guy was dragged back!

Only then did he rush to dispose of the corpse in a hurry.

Hawthorne: ...All right.

It's a pity that Uriah lost all reason when he summoned him, and died completely before he could express his wish.

What would his wish be?

Hawthorne was lost in thought.

He's good at many things, but guessing other people's wishes really isn't one of them...

However, judging from what happened to Uriah during his lifetime, he summoned the evil god in desperation for only two purposes.

Either revenge, or revive his sister.

These two wishes are not difficult for Hawthorne to realize, but according to the rules of wishing, the price that the wisher is willing to pay cannot be lower than what he prayed to the god.

In other words, resurrecting his sister is not acceptable, the absolute value of life is not allowed to be placed on both ends of the balance of the transaction, this is the rule of the transaction.

But revenge is fine, even if it means killing all the gangsters in Gotham, it doesn't matter, because this is just borrowing Hawthorne's power.

It is much easier to kill the living than to revive the dead.

Hawthorne smiled, and under the terrified eyes of the bald doctor and the gangster who had already woken up, he raised an iron rod that he picked up from the ground casually.

He turned around, his eyes with strange light locked on the two people in front of him, and the metal iron rod rubbed against the cold ground, making harsh sounds.

The white light shone from behind him, turning his thin figure into a dark shadow and casting it on the ground.The icy air pressure made the already gloomy morgue even colder, and there was even a pale, vague fog slowly gathering.

The two humans almost hallucinated at this moment.

They seem to see that the shadow cast by the white light on the ground is not in the shape of a human being, but some kind of weird, indescribable and terrifying existence.He stretched out his dark, twisted limbs, grinning, and walked towards them step by step.

The sound of footsteps in the silent morgue is like a pendulum of time, one after another, like the countdown of life, gradually resonating with their heartbeat.They wanted to escape, but unspeakable fear firmly controlled them, and their free will seemed to be pulled away, unable to move at all.

When that footstep stopped, they almost felt like they were in cardiac arrest at the same time.

"You are from Falcone, aren't you?" said the hideous, monstrous figure, softly.

The two humans suddenly woke up, and their desire to survive reached its peak at this moment——

"Yes... ah, no! We are not!"

The little gangster hurriedly waved his hands and backed away, his legs trembling in fear: "I'm a dawdler on the street, and I've never seen the Roman boss... Oh no, I've never seen that old bastard Falcone!"

The bald doctor also hurriedly trembled, almost tearfully said: "Yes, I am an honest and responsible doctor! I didn't know about this matter at all, and I was completely involved! Forgive me, hero!"

Hawthorne was almost amused by the "flexible" attitude of the two of them.

He smiled and raised the iron rod in his hand under the terrified eyes of the two.

……