I stack buffs in a weird world!

[Ding Di~ Brain storage, please deposit the newly grown brain~]

Pain!

Zhang Yang had never felt such pain before. His shoulders felt like they were skinned, which was unbearable.

There was a rustling sound in his ears, and whispers came from his ears, as if many people were talking in his ears, and the voices of men, women, young and old were intertwined.

He felt that his head was about to explode.

He tried his best to open his eyes, and the scene in front of him began to slowly become clear.

All he could see were gray walls. In the middle of the room was a large four-cornered table of the ancient type. The red paint on the table had almost fallen off, and it was covered with a layer of gray dirt.

The table was full of offerings. The strange thing was that the offerings seemed to have been there for many days. Maggots were crawling on the huge pig head, and Zhang Yang could even smell the stench of decay.

He looked around again. There were some strange and distorted symbols painted on the gray walls, but there was no pattern when he looked closely.

When he wanted to see clearly, he suddenly felt dizzy.

Zhang Yang quickly closed his eyes, and the dizziness slowly disappeared after a long time.

He slowly opened his eyes, not daring to look at the symbols on the wall again.

"Hua La~" His body moved slightly, and he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. It turned out that his scapula was pierced by an iron hook, and the whole person was half-hanging in the air. He could only barely land on the ground by straightening his legs.

Two iron hooks connected the iron chain and extended to the beams.

He didn't understand why he appeared here. He was obviously just a mercenary, performing a mission on the battlefield.

Unexpectedly, there was an explosion around him, and then he knew nothing.

Until he heard someone calling his name, he followed the sound in a daze, and then he felt a force of rapid falling.

When he opened his eyes again, he was in this strange place.

He didn't know where this was? He didn't know who locked him here?

His cracked lips made him realize that he hadn't drunk water for a long time.

"Ugh~" He grabbed the iron chain and used it to stand up. The severe pain in his scapula still made him cry out.

"Damn it!"

Zhang Yang looked at the sharp iron hook on his chest and knew that he couldn't go anywhere if he didn't get rid of it.

He endured the pain and pulled out the iron hook that passed through his left shoulder a little bit, and then his right shoulder.

"Hua La~" Zhang Yang threw the iron hook directly on the ground, panting heavily.

But he didn't dare to make a sound during the whole process, for fear of attracting attention from outside.

Fortunately, the wound on his shoulder blade healed miraculously in a short time. Although there was still some pain, it was no longer a big deal.

Zhang Yang came to the square table with four corners. He endured the physical discomfort, picked up the wine bottle on the table and shook it. He was relieved when he heard the sound of liquid inside.

"It's okay, it's okay! At least I don't have to worry about dying of thirst..."

"Gulp, gulp~" This is not wine at all, but water in a wine bottle, although it tastes a bit strange.

But now he just wants to survive, without those fussy things.

"Squeak", the door opened.

A man with dishevelled hair walked in.

With an inexplicable sense of weirdness, this sense of weirdness is easy to understand...

Stiff walking posture, joints that will not bend at all, a big hole in the chest that keeps bleeding, and tentacles that keep emerging from the broken hand.

Tentacles?

This person has tentacles!

Zhang Yang was frightened by the visitor and subconsciously picked up a chopstick on the table. He also wanted to take the iron hook, but after all, it was hung on the beam and the distance was a bit limited.

The man raised his head, and Zhang Yang saw his appearance clearly, a big mouth that was as big as a grandmother's house, full of sharp and interlaced teeth.

Zhang Yang had no doubt that he could tear his neck in one bite.

He just felt a little itchy on his forehead, and the whole world seemed to be covered with a layer of light red filter.

But now Zhang Yang had no time to care about these, and his left hand directly picked up the wine bottle on the table and threw it at the other person's face.

Then he picked up other sundries on the table and threw them at the other person, and the sundries on the plate directly confused the other person's vision.

Zhang Yang took the opportunity and rushed forward in one step, and the chopsticks in his hand went directly to the other person's softest eyes.

The whole set of actions was completed in just a few seconds, in one go, without any drag!

It was simply the military assassination tactics to the extreme!

"Bang~" The man fell straight to the ground with the chopsticks embedded in the tail of his nose.

Black blood kept flowing out, and he was dead and couldn't die anymore.

Zhang Yang shook his head, holding the square table and panting. The series of actions just now made his weak body even more tired.

Looking at the ancient costume of the man lying on the ground, Zhang Yang frowned, "Where is this?"

"Yes... It was clearly aimed at the eyes, how did it get stuck on the bridge of the nose? "

Looking at the body on the ground, Zhang Yang was also confused.

Looking at the whole room again, the symbols on the wall finally gathered at one point, which was where he just woke up and stood.

Looking at the open door, he was suddenly a little hesitant, not knowing whether he should go out, after all, he was a little weak now.

There was no way, he didn't go out now, afraid that someone would come and lock him up again.

Picking up the only chopstick left on the table, Zhang Yang walked out carefully.

It was a little foggy outside, and it was hard to tell whether it was day or night.

As soon as he walked out of the room, Zhang Yang felt a chill, and those damn whispers were in his mind again It sounded beside his ears, as if someone was watching him from a place he couldn't see.

A woman in gauze saw Zhang Yang's figure and staggered over.

Zhang Yang looked at the woman with a vigilant look, holding the chopsticks tightly in his hand.

The woman's facial features were very beautiful, with long hair, a hint of a young woman, and she smiled at him.

The most attractive thing was that through the gauze shirt, you could still vaguely see the dragon-shaped tattoo on the woman's chest, and the tempting thing was the red dragon eyes, blinking, which made Zhang Yang a little overwhelmed.

But he temporarily put his mind at ease, 'It seems to be an ordinary woman! '

"Who are you? Where is this? Why do you lock me up here?" Zhang Yang asked.

The strange thing was that the woman said nothing, but just smiled at him gently.

Zhang Yang frowned, "Deep well ice? "

He took a few steps forward and was about to continue asking questions when he was horrified to find that the woman's face was like a zipper, split directly from the middle, revealing several rows of densely packed teeth.

There was also something like a red eyeball inside.

"Fuck me~"

Zhang Yang subconsciously poked the chopsticks in his hand into the woman's eyeball, and the whole chopstick was completely immersed.

"Did I hit you? I was scared to death."

Zhang Yang jumped up from the spot and cursed hysterically.

Damn it, this kind of scene often appeared in movies before, and he couldn't accept it when it suddenly appeared in reality.

Woman, no... The monster struggled on the ground for a few times and stopped moving.

The head slowly closed together, and there was still an unbelievable look on her face, as if she didn't believe that Zhang Yang could kill her.

"Fortunately, I was prepared. You know, I don't even look at tattoos in the domestic area. "

Zhang Yang patted his throbbing heart, looked at the woman's body on the ground, and spat.

What the hell is this world?

Two monsters...

He walked out of the room again with doubts, and was horrified to see that the yard was full of shrunken corpses, as if they had been drained of blood.

He carefully turned around and found that there were no people or monsters. He also counted the corpses in the yard, and there were as many as fifty-six.

He licked his cracked lips with trembling hands, suppressed the fear in his heart, came to the water tank, scooped up a handful of water with his hands and drank it in big gulps.

"Hmm?"

After temporarily quenching his thirst, the reflection in the water caught his attention. The face was still the handsome face.

But the vertical eye on the forehead, the red pupil, emitting a faint red light, was facing the blood moon above his head.

"Damn, this is a big deal. The evil spirit turned out to be me! Am I... Yang Jian? Li Huowang? Or Yang Feng? Or maybe...Fang Ling?"