2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

"Monster...monster...this is the devil...the devil!!"

The white woman was frightened out of her mind by the scene in front of her. She suddenly sped up her movements and wrapped her long black hair around the handle of the revolver. Then she gritted her teeth and stretched out her left hand to pick out the bullet buried in her flank. : "At least... at least kill her..."

"Hello."

A low, hoarse voice sounded above her head, very close.

The white woman shuddered, slowly raised her head, and collided with the bloody face without features that bent down and looked down at her.

"I advise you...don't make any more unnecessary moves...eh?"

Yan Muyun was stunned. Before he could finish his words, the other party rolled his eyes and fell to the ground. His body twitched twice, and then he stopped breathing.

"Are you scared to death by me?"

This conclusion is somewhat absurd, but it is the most reasonable explanation at the moment.

The silver-white revolver in the opponent's hand is undoubtedly an extraordinary item, and it should also be a taboo item with a certain price for use.

As long as there is hair or blood of the target, it can launch an attack that is almost 100% fatal. This effect is incredible. Correspondingly, the cost of activating it must also be extremely high.

Counting the shot that killed Shannon, the white woman had used this taboo four times, so her body was most likely on the verge of collapse. Under such circumstances, if he was violently stimulated again, it would not be impossible for him to suffer cardiac arrest and die.

Yan Muyun never thought of trying to save her with red blood thread, because this kind of person is not worth it.

He changed back to his original human appearance, bent down to pick up the revolver in the opponent's hand, and looked up and down with interest.

"So, do you usually live here?"

Yan Muyun stretched out his finger, and three chubby little angels flapped their little wings on their backs and sat on them in a row in an extremely obedient manner.

They originally had golden hair and milky white skin, like marble sculptures.

However, at this time, their hair had turned into black, their blood-red skin, and the pair of small white wings on their backs that were as warm and moist as jade, now as clear and translucent as red crystals.

When these three so-called holy angels entered Yan Muyun's body for the first time, he had a strange feeling: My blood... seemed to be able to attach to them?

So he tried it next. Every time these little angels penetrated his body, he would try his best to control the blood threads to wrap around their bodies. He would always succeed one of the three times.

Gradually, Yan Muyun actually became consciously connected with these three little guys, who didn't know whether they were living creatures or some kind of strange energy bodies.

Later, following his thought, the three little guys stopped and flew around him obediently, looking so naive.

Yan Muyun opened the wheel of the revolver and counted: "This can hold six bullets, so do you still have three brothers?"

The three little red angels nodded, and then they flew up one after another and got into the roulette wheel. A few seconds later, each of them came out holding a little angel with blond hair and white wings.

The expressions of the three blond little angels seemed a little confused, and they didn't understand why their companions suddenly changed their appearance. However, the three black-haired little angels were flying up and down with excitement on their faces, and they kept kissing Yan Muyun's fingers as if to please.

Yan Muyun smiled: "What, you want me to assimilate the three of them?"

The three black-haired little angels nodded.

"OK."

He squeezed out three red blood threads on his fingertips. The three blond little angels did not resist because of their companions, so they were easily infected by the blood threads and turned into black hair and red skin. The appearance of red wings.

After the transformation, the three little angels also showed the same joyful mood, flying up and down in excitement.

When these six little angels disappeared into the roulette wheel of the pistol, the originally silver-white revolver with gold rim turned completely black, with blood-red lines covering its surface.

"What a magical item..." Yan Muyun said with emotion.

Since he had learned a lot about extraordinary items and abilities in the academy, he was actually able to make some reasonable explanations for the current situation.

First of all, there is no doubt that these so-called "Holy Judgment Angels" need some kind of energy supply. From the white woman's behavior of pulling out bullets from her body, it can be seen that in order to drive this forbidden object, there is a high probability that human flesh and blood are needed. as nourishment.

If we just talk about the energy contained in flesh and blood, there is probably no creature in the world that is more vital than the "Scarlet Queen", a king-level alien species, and he has inherited all the abilities of the "Scarlet Queen".

Therefore, after completely transforming into a parasitic animal, the red blood threads separated from the body are undoubtedly the most delicious and nutritious food for these "Holy Judgment Angels".

"Hiss... If I encounter any taboo objects that are driven by human flesh and blood in the future, can I also manipulate and assimilate them?" Yan Muyun thought about it and got a little excited.

"I'm so hungry. I want to eat."

After the excitement of the battle passed, Yan Muyun felt the extreme hunger in his stomach.

He looked around, and finally bent down and squatted next to the white woman's body: "I'm a little thinner, but at least I can still be considered fleshy..."

Yan Muyun stretched out his hand, grabbed the corpse's wrist and brought it to his mouth: "It's so thin. This is too unhealthy."

His teeth touched the still warm arm, and the hairs on the surface of his skin pricked his lips.

Wait a minute, what am I doing?

Yan Muyun frowned slightly, let go of his hand, and let the corpse's arm hit the ground: "Well, although I am very hungry, eating people should be wrong."

He stood up and stretched a lot: "Where can I find something to eat..."

The sound of the aerospace vehicle's engine came from the distant sky, and not long after, a shadow fell from the sky, covering Yan Muyun.

Chang'an jumped out of the car, looked around, and his eyes widened: "What on earth happened here?"

"Can you let me have something to eat first, and then I'll talk to you when I get back." Yan Muyun scratched the back of his head, pointed at the body of the white woman on the roadside, and said with a smile, "I was so hungry just now that I almost ate a man, hahahahaha ..."

"Is this...what's so funny about this?" Chang'an's hair stood on end, and he subconsciously stepped back and distanced himself.

Yan Muyun seemed a little puzzled. He pointed at his nose and explained, "I said, I almost bit someone on her wrist just now. My teeth bit her wrist."

"Oh..." Changan swallowed with some difficulty.

"Forget it." Yan Muyun sighed and waved his hands, looking a little disappointed.

"Is...did I not get his point?" Changan raised his head and looked at the two people in the car with a pleading look on his face.

Changping looked solemn: "There's something wrong with him now."

"You guys go find him something to eat. I'll stay here." Ye Buyu opened the car door and jumped out, landing next to Yan Muyun, and hugged him with open arms.