When Inhumans Meet Abnormal Humans

I'm probably crazy...

Before losing consciousness, Li Mufeng laughed at himself in his heart.

At [-]:[-] p.m., it was supposed to be the time when the lights came on, but City A was plunged into the darkness of a power outage. The stars and the moon were dark, and the wind was howling. The thunder that should not have appeared in winter followed the lightning and resounded over the city.

In the bustling city, there are only a few buildings that rely on diesel power generation and vehicles that are increasingly sparse on the road, leaving some lingering light in the wild sand, and sticking to the last dignity of human technological prosperity.

However, unlike the mass destruction outside, the whole 82601 was shrouded in another kind of horror atmosphere.

The ultimate quiet, quiet to depressing.

There was a man lying flat on the big bed in the master bedroom. There was a blood hole in his chest. Although the bleeding had stopped, the appearance of the eversioned flesh and blood wriggling and healing still looked shocking.

The man's eyelids were tightly closed, and his long eyebrows were furrowed. It seemed that he was in excruciating pain. Even if he was unconscious, he could not get a moment's relief. His left hand was gently holding the girl who was half-kneeling sideways by the bed.

Light golden thin threads shuttled and intertwined around the two of them, and there were continuous light spots like snowflakes falling from the intertwined places of the thin threads. As soon as they touched the man's skin, they melted on their own, turning into golden awns and slowly walking along the meridians.

Quiet and gorgeous, like a dream.

But this scene was so beautiful that Liu Hua and Shen Quan didn't care to appreciate it.

The aura around the girl was too terrifying, they could feel the murderous intent to cut through their skin even a little closer, the instinctive trembling made the two of them want to stop their heartbeats, for fear of disturbing the statue in front of them forcibly in order to save others. Depressed God.

It took more than half an hour for the brilliance to flow in the room before finally dissipating, and Liuhua also quietly lowered the kitten's heart from his throat a little bit.

Cat's eyes can observe the life and death of yin and yang.

When we first met, there was only a thin layer of this man's anger left, as weak as a candle that would be extinguished in the wind at any moment, and the murderous aura on the male god's father was as cold as ice that would not melt for a thousand years.

But now, with the re-flow of the man's vitality, the killing intent of the male god father has also subsided. Although his face is still gloomy, at least he does not have the sense of destruction that is isolated from the world.

"I can't change your clothes until you let go." The girl's cool voice sounded.

It was only then that Liu Hua discovered that the right hand of the male god father was held in the palm of the man's palm, instead of actively holding it as he thought before.

Tried it lightly, but couldn't pull it out, Feng Ling gave up simply, raised his head and told the two, "Liu Hua, Shen Quan, you go back and rest."

"Is there something that needs my help." Shen Quan lowered his voice extremely low for fear of disturbing the human's rest.

Glancing at the sleeping man with stretched eyebrows, Feng Ling shook his head and said, "We'll talk about it when he wakes up. I'm in a strange state right now. Wait a minute."

Seeing that the two of them didn't quite understand, Feng Ling, who was in an abnormal state, had no choice but to explain in detail, "I seem to have a common feeling with Mu Feng now, sharing the feeling that came from him, and being controlled by it."

"If it wasn't for Mu Feng not wanting me to do it, I should have wiped out all the existences nearby except you."

The word Feng Ling uses is smoothing, and the word opposite to existence is never destruction, but nothingness. His talent is to obliterate existence, and make something disappear from the concept of rules.

They didn't fully understand, but the two little ones understood that their first priority was to go out and wait at the door for the person on the bed to wake up.

Watching off the two who left lightly, Feng Ling changed into a comfortable cross-legged sitting position, picked up the blooming empty bullet casings with spiritual power and inspected them carefully.

After closing the door and entering the sofa in the living room, Shen Quan let out a small sigh of relief, and opened WeChat to send a message to Liu Hua.

Xiao Que'er from the male god's family: Do you understand what Da Da said about the shared feelings?

Master Cat Conquers You: I don’t know much about it, just a little guesswork.Do you still remember that the male god father said that he lacked feelings and was incomplete?

Master Mao conquers you: I understand it as the lack of a CPU for processing emotions. Now the male god father said the same thing, probably like sharing his CPU with Li Fox. The male god father did not have much emotional bias in his mind. A certain color will appear after the CPU.

Little Que'er from the male god's family: Damn, I'm terrified when I think about it carefully, can it be understood that there may be impulsive killing behavior similar to human beings at any time?And why would it cause even more devastating consequences because it was too powerful?

Lord Cat Conquers You: My intuition tells me that this is what the last sentence means.

Xiao Que'er from the male god's family: Mom, who is so reckless, attacking big people?

Lord Cat Conquers You: I don’t know, but watching today’s battle, the male god’s father’s eye circles are red with anger, tsk tsk [cat wax expression]

Little Que'er from the male god's family: It would be nice not to blow up his ancestral grave

Little Que'er from the male god's family: PS, Lihuhu's wound is weird, like a Taoist method, no one would guess it...

Master Cat conquers you: The wound technique is indeed a bit shady, but the male god father must have seen it. The bullet casings are placed on the bedside table. Qingshuiguan's bull-nosed nose is a big deal this time, tsk tsk, happy to hear it.

The little bird of the male god's family: happy to hear and see +1

Xiao Que'er from the male god's family: But I guess I'll wait until Li Fox wakes up, ah, I'm so envious, it's a bit sweet to be angry at the crown and become a blue face, this is the real disaster fairy fox

Lord Cat Conquers You: I’m ready to write this joke into my fan, let’s eat dog food together

Master Cat Conquers You: By the way, I have always wanted to ask one thing

Little Que'er from the male god's family:?

Master Cat Conquers You: We are clearly sitting side by side, why do we have to chat on WeChat?

Little Que'er from the male god's family: Aren't you afraid to make a big noise?I was in the room just now, but even my breathing and heartbeat were suppressed with the turtle breath technique

Lord Cat Conquers You: Let’s talk about why you feel stuffy. It turns out that I have been forgetting to breathe. The father of the god who is full of aura really scared the cat to death. PS, it is the first time that I believe what the father of the god said before. Didn't really want to kill me

Unexpectedly, you still have this kind of experience, Shen Quan looked at Liu Hua unconsciously with deep sympathy.

Not to mention that the two raised their heads to make eye contact for a while, and hung their heads down while typing and chatting.

In the bedroom, after checking Du Niang, Feng Ling casually threw the bullet casings back on the bedside table, the corners of her lips curled into a cold arc, her slightly narrowed almond eyes looked a little narrow and long, and her whole person looked more and more cold.

If Feng Li was here at this moment, before killing those ignorant things, he would definitely change Feng Ling back to his original state and take a few photos as a souvenir. This is the second time Feng Ling has shown such an angry and laughing expression.

The first time was before Qiwu Valley became Qiwu Valley. At that time, human monks who claimed to be upright besieged the valley, and Yunqing Yuncheng was seriously injured and dying. When he resonated with the three people in the ruined valley, he once revealed this. It was a smile that made monks all over the world chill at the first sight.

Later, Daozu personally came forward to let those immortals die once to thank for their unforgivable sin through conferring the gods to measure the calamity, so that nothingness could continue to expand. .

After Baidu, Feng Ling found out that the problem with the bullets was not only that they were well-crafted, but also that the design was very insidious.

This is a RIP hollow point bullet sealed with the Taoist ghost technique.

Regardless of the Taoist technique that can hang people’s lives, the bullet itself is also very vicious in structure, the bullet will explode the moment it penetrates the human body, and the 8 triangular blades at the top will open accordingly, and when separated, During the process, the effect is similar to that of a cutting saw, which can directly blast the internal organs into a pile of minced meat.

Humans have always been exceptionally gifted at hurting their own kind, designing weapons that never forget to hurt each other.

However, whether it is a Taoist priest in Qingshui Temple or a nest of locusts, Li Mufeng will have to decide whether to kill them or not.

Making up his mind to let someone take revenge with his own hands, Feng Ling turned his attention back to the man. The wound on his chest has now disappeared without even a red mark, and some serious illnesses that existed in his body have also been healed by his spiritual power. cure.

However, Rao knew that this person was safe now, and when he caught a glimpse of blood on a pile of clothes, his killing intent was still a little out of control.

The goose down inside the down jacket had already escaped the shackles of the fabric when the whole body of the clothes was dismantled violently. Zhi Fengling controlled her spiritual power and threw them into the corner, and the blood-soaked goose down flew out with that force. On the light beige carpet, a large number of blood-colored Bana flowers bloom.

Seeing this piece of dark red, Feng Ling would involuntarily think of the fact that this person almost died because of him.

And now that this fact is affected by Li Mufeng's feelings, it will only become an intensifying killing intent.

But before the murderous intent could be condensed into a real action, the force from Feng Ling's wrist broke up those unformed revenge plans.

"Xian'er, don't go..." Emotional communication is mutual, and Feng Ling killed her thoughts together, and the sleeping person frowned and tightened his grip on her wrist, falling into some kind of dream and talking vaguely, "Danger……"

what did you dream aboutIs it an evening thing?

Hearing the lines he just heard not long ago, Feng Ling guessed that his consciousness might be brought back an hour ago.

But he was talking about Xian'er, did he recognize himself?But what he was wearing was Qiao Yu's shell.

A series of unanswered questions passed in his mind, Feng Ling didn't pursue a single question, he was now overwhelmed by a familiar but unfamiliar feeling like a tide.

What is familiar is the kind of treasure that puts people in the heart, and he has experienced similar things from Fengli in Qiwu Valley. Maybe it has not experienced enough time to be baptized, and it is deeply rooted into a giant tree, but the degree of persistence Already beginning to see clues.

What is strange is that this kind of feeling is not owned by Feng Ling, he comes from Li Mufeng.

You take me seriously?

Better than my own life?

Is it because I am too precious in your eyes, or do you think too little of yourself?

Thinking of the promise that was not a promise before he fell into a coma, Feng Ling sighed lazily, leaned down and whispered in the man's ear, "Don't worry, I won't go anywhere. Before you wake up, you won't do anything. It hurts so much." Come on, sleep well, you will be fine when you wake up from the dream."

Maybe it was Feng Ling's promise that it worked, or maybe it was because Feng Ling's mood began to calm down. The man's hand relaxed a little, but only a little. .

This person is really fragile and stubborn. He is so weak that even the input of spiritual power has to control his strength, but he still can't learn to love himself like other human beings.

Thinking of this, Feng Ling controlled her spiritual power to take out a thin velvet blanket from the cabinet and cover the man's body, and set up a spiritual hood around the entire big bed to maintain the temperature within the optimal sleeping temperature range mentioned by Du Niang.

Although there is a formation in the house, and the room temperature is maintained in the spring state all year round, this temperature seems to be a few degrees lower for humans who are weaker during sleep.

Feeling the temperature from his wrist and confirming that this person is in a stable condition, Feng Ling felt relieved and meditated quietly until dawn.

Now rewind the time to an hour and a half ago.

After more than a month, Feng Ling just picked up the last batch of couriers for Double Eleven, holding a dozen boxes, large and small, quietly, waiting for the elevator in the elevator room, and waiting for the person hidden behind the wooden door of the emergency passage come out by yourself.

However, this malicious person was unexpectedly patient. He stayed behind the door and stood still, as if he was waiting for something.

After a unilateral stalemate with someone for a while, it was Feng Ling who couldn't help but speak first.

The man was full of hatred and hostility continuously overflowing from the crack of the door. Although there was no harm, the stench was overwhelming, the breath of decayed soul, it smelled like rotten meat that had crawled with maggots. "Big locust, if you don't come out again, I'm going home."

When she sensed a person, Feng Ling knew the identity of the person who came. Although the hostility was strong, the scum smell on her body was still the original formula, and it was still a familiar smell.

Called to reveal his identity, the big locust no longer hides, pushes open the wooden door and sneaks out of the shadows, holding a black gun-like object in his hand while gesticulating and muttering vicious and vulgar words inarticulately, "...Little bitch People, it's all your fault, I have to play with you enough before I die... Aren't you afraid of ghosts, I asked you to have a good fight with ghosts... Finally, I will pull you back, don't worry, I have prepared a special way for you to die."

When seeing the big locust clearly, the contrast in appearance was too huge, and Feng Ling couldn't help but stop thinking about what kind of death method should be arranged for people.

Is this still the fat locust that can drop a piece of oil with a shake?

It's almost like dry locusts.

One farewell in April, eight months have passed since then, the big locusts seem to have been emptied of fat by someone, leaving only a layer of waxy yellow skin loosely hanging on the bone frame.

"What kind of death do you think will be more unforgettable?"

Whether it was a human being or a human weapon, Feng Ling didn't care much about it. Holding the courier box that was stacked up a head taller than his current height, he didn't even bother to turn around, and still maintained a new house-style 45-degree turning back posture, so he could relax asked.

At this time, he didn't know that it was this inadvertence that led to the later tragedy.

While locusts were approaching step by step with a grinning grin, the elevator reached the first floor, and Li Mufeng walked out of it.

Feng Ling looked back and just happened to meet the person's eyes, and then fell into a brief absence.

The moment their eyes met, out of the corner of his eye he saw several lines of fate intertwined between the two, entangled with each other, and when they were connected together, there was a tendency to entangle the two of them into one.

The sudden appearance and disappearance of these edge lines is also inexplicable. Just as Feng Ling wanted to explore and distinguish them, all of them disappeared. He could only feel that they were still there with his intuition.

Feng Ling was in a daze, but the big locust didn't. Seeing someone coming at this time, he shot a ruthless shot at the fixed target before running away.

While running, the big locust had a vicious vengeful smile on the corner of its mouth. This little bitch should be backed by him in his life. His marksmanship is not good. If the little bitch hides and hides, he may not be able to hit him, but now she Everyone was scared to death, but he was still sure to hit the dead target.

As long as he gets hit by that little bitch, he will definitely die, after all, it is his carefully prepared extra bullet.

He wants her to be like him, to experience both physical and psychological pain, to slowly walk towards the abyss of death step by step, to experience the despair of being powerless, and to finally despair in the long physical pain and psychological panic die.

Feng Ling was too lazy to dodge the mere bullets. He was still thinking about the reasons for those fates that came and went mysteriously in a hurry. He didn't want to give any attention to those small toys made by human beings whose biggest role is to hurt the same kind.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, Li Mufeng actually took a step forward, like Feng Ling did when he went to Changye Weiyang for the first time, protecting him tightly behind him, using his body to isolate those dangers and malice.

The bullet spun into the man's chest, and the blood instantly seeped through the thick down jacket, bleeding a large wet crimson, with Feng Ling's hearing, he could even hear the sticky sound of flesh and blood being forcibly broken into the space.

Throwing the courier into the space in an instant, catching the tall man who had fallen from his strength, Feng Ling hurriedly channeled his spiritual power into him to mend the wound.

With his spiritual vision, he could feel that the man's internal organs were almost smashed into a pile of minced flesh, and the flesh and blood were mixed with the ghost's vibe and the air pouring in with the metal fragments.

After judging the fatality of the wound in a second, Feng Ling no longer restrained his spiritual power, and gradually adjusted his own spiritual power fluctuations to the rhythm of the man's life rhythm.

The change also occurred at the moment when the two people's steps coincided. The synchronous resonance made Feng Ling and Li Mufeng share the same aura, share the perception, and even resonate with each other.

Li Mufeng's wound was like a water valve with a broken faucet, the blood flowed out unstoppably, and Feng Ling, who had shared his consciousness, experienced pain for the first time.

The pain is so painful that I want to destroy everything in an instant.

Going around the man in his arms with all his aura, he vented to his heart's content.

The wrath of the scholar, two corpses, bleeding for five steps, the world is in turmoil, the wrath of the emperor, laying down millions of corpses, bleeding for thousands of miles, and the wrath of the immortal will change the color of the world.

The wind howled and the thunder roared, dust and sand were everywhere, and the overloaded current instantly burned the transformer, and the whole city fell into the abyss of doomsday that was flooded with darkness in an instant.

The nearest locust was crushed by the aura, and the last bit of life was completely knocked out.

Feng Ling raised his hand to arrest his soul. Originally, he only intended to make people die once and expose his crimes, but now he couldn't help but want to give the big locust a death reincarnation package that will be unforgettable even after reincarnation. He felt the pain together.

However, as soon as he raised his right hand, he was held by someone.

Li Mufeng didn't cover the wound, just grabbed it with blood and fleshy hands.

"Don't... hiss... that man has a gun..." When he said this, the man's eyes had already begun to lose focus, and his unfocused pupils became increasingly dim, as if covered by a thin layer of mist, and he could no longer see the flash of light in his eyes. Shining like a star.

Li Mufeng had a bloody hole in his chest and abdomen, and he spoke intermittently, and his breathing was more out than in.

The more severe pain spread with each syllable, Feng Ling felt that he would have tears if this went on, so he gritted his teeth quickly and comforted, "Don't talk, don't go, don't worry."

Seeing someone say something vaguely, he closed his eyelashes with confidence. Feng Ling didn't care about whether there was surveillance, and directly lifted the man who was obviously a circle bigger than himself, and returned to the master bedroom through the air. The spiritual power of life aura reshapes flesh and blood for men.

This feeling is too painful, it is better to use the source of life to treat it, the speed is slower, but it can relieve the pain.

In fact, the period from resonance to returning to 82601 is only a few seconds, but for Feng Ling, who felt the pain for the first time, the time seems to be infinitely stretched, and every second seems like years.

As for the big locust, Feng Ling was eager to save him. He just remembered that before he left, he flicked a life-extending pill to protect him from death. The pursuit of revenge was delayed.

The author has something to say:

For a child like Feng Ling who lacks a lot of experience, it is better to experience it first-hand than to teach it bit by bit. It is like telling a child that a hot water bottle is dangerous. It is better to cool the bottle stopper so that it will not burn you, and let the child touch it once in a while. There is a concept, (I will not say that this is what my parents did)