Even if he was pushed by several spears, Professor Spring was not afraid at all.

Seeing Professor Spring lifting up his clothes, Cole secretly screamed something wrong and subconsciously took a few steps back.

However, it's still too late.

Professor Spring's clothes were lifted, revealing a weird tattoo tattooed on his chest.

It was a portrait of an evil god.

The evil god has yellow skin and black eyes, has four hands and three feet, and his body is covered with green snake scales.

He was tall, with no clouds on his upper body, and his feet were on the sea of ​​blood. He grabbed his heart, arms, and drove away his thighs. His face looked ferocious and bloodthirsty, as if he had just had a feast for a while.

The evil god just stood there quietly, and a thrilling spread spread.

Looking at the tattoo of the evil god, everyone saw some kind of hallucination image...

Professor Spring becomes a twisted monster...

Spring grew vine-like granulation, and densely packed small eyes grew at the top of the granulation tentacles...

The dead fish's eyes stared at everyone present, mocking, indifferent, joking, disdainful......

Unknown rambling echoes in my ears...

It's like being in the Nine Nether Hell!

At this time, a thought emerged in everyone's mind.

Divine power is as powerful as the sea!

Being like a prison!

How can mortals look directly at the gods?

.........

Sheriff Zhu is the closest to Professor Spring and is most contaminated.

Dark lines immediately appeared around his eye sockets, and ink-colored liquid flowed out of his seven orifices, and blood-colored blocked objects were mixed.

Sheriff Zhu's body continued to spasm, and black clouds emitting from his body.

He let out a heart-wrenching wail of fear.

"Don't... stay away from me!"

"No! Mom..."

He seemed to see something unacceptable.

The hallucination suddenly escalated!

The numbness of the separation of flesh and blood made him tremble all over. Sheriff Zhu scratched his face frantically, trying to tear off his skin.

Blood marks emerged, but his eyes could not be removed from Professor Spring.

"This is mental pollution, and everyone must not look directly at the statue."

Cole screamed wildly.

He decisively picked up the brass lamp that fell to the ground and smashed it to his forehead, trying to divert his eyes with the pain.

He had already recognized that Professor Spring was tattooed with the statue of the god Monukad.

It is extremely crazy to tattoo the statue on your body.

At this time, the tattoo of immortals not only has the effect of pollution, but the most important thing is the blasphemy of the spirit, which will cause individuals who witness the statue of gods at close range to experience [madness].

No one can resist.

Except for one person...

......

In the whole room, except Professor Spring, only Zhou Zheng was standing.

No matter how the statue of the god emits distortion, madness, death, and madness, it cannot affect Zhou Zheng.

Inside that weak body, there is an extraordinary strong will.

"You, why can you ignore the Lord's majesty?" Professor Spring's face was full of a ghost expression.

Zhou Zheng had no intention of beating. He pulled out the brass pistol worn by the police officer next to him and shot two bullets at Professor Spring.

The huge recoil rushed in the opposite direction, causing the weak body to stagger to the ground.

The power of the brass pistol is proportional to the recoil.

Professor Spring noticed that danger was coming.

He jumped in the air, bent his body into a difficult shape, perfectly... he was shot!

"Ah....shit, I was shot!"

Cole: "......"

Zhou Zheng: “……….”

Sheriff Zhu: Bleeding in seven orifices...

Professor Spring was lying on the ground wailing, and the brass bullet was powerful, almost knocking his calves into two pieces.

Zhou Zheng stood up from the ground, shook his numb hands, and approached Professor Spring.

The two looked at each other.

"I must peel you with fine skin and tender flesh..."

Professor Spring cursed madly and viciously.

Zhou Zheng's expression was indifferent and shot Professor Spring.

"Bang!"

The gunshots interrupted Professor Spring's words.

Under the powerful impact of the brass bullet, his intact head suddenly collapsed, and the red and white were all the waste.

"Great, Hariasi, your marksmanship is so accurate. You saved us all."

Cole cheered when he saw this.

Zhou Zheng's face was full of pain.

His first shot was just random. Unexpectedly, Spring was too sensitive and actually hit the bullet himself.

As for the second shot...

He actually just wanted to break Professor Spring's other leg!

Zhou Zhenghan responded a few times in a vague way, thinking in his mind that it is necessary to improve the quality of this body, and he can't even hold the gun.

Cole finally breathed a sigh of relief, and a scorching pain came from his forehead.

He threw down the blood-stained brass lamp.

If he had known that Zhou Zheng's shooting skills were so accurate, why would he have done it for himself?

With a bitter smile, Cole took out a small metal bottle from the inner bag of the windbreaker, which contained a can of milky white liquid.

He drank half of it and dripped the remaining half into his eyes.

Holy water enters the body.

Cole's condition was immediately relieved, and a large part of the dark lines around his eye sockets faded away. Although he had not fully recovered, it was much better than before.

"It's so bad, these evil god believers raised by these bitch..."

After his mobility was restored, Cole cursed.

He took out several of the same brass bottles from his arms and signaled Zhou Zheng to come and help.

Looking at the wreckage all over the ground and the police officers who fell to the ground and twitched and moaned, Zhou Zheng spontaneously stepped forward and launched a rescue with Cole.

The two worked for half an hour before comforting their mentally polluted companions. Unfortunately, four policemen were too close to each other and had their heart burst and died before they applied help.

Among them is Zhou Zheng’s immediate boss, Chief Zhu.

"Sorry, this is the world. People die every day because of these strange and bizarre things."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Zheng was stunned for a moment, and a smile appeared on his face: "Mr. Cole is right."

At this time, other colleagues of the strange police arrived. Some of them were protecting the scene, some were treating the wounds, and several policemen in white coats encapsulated Professor Spring's body in special silver foil pockets, and did not know where to transport it.

"Those corpses are for research." Cole leaned into Zhou Zheng's ear and whispered.

"Research?"

Zhou Zheng was stunned. There was no record of these materials in the original owner's memory.

He was about to ask, but found that Cole had worn the ugly deer hunting hat at some time, greeted the new policeman, and walked out of the scene of the murder.

Before leaving, he looked back at Zhou Zheng and showed a mysterious smile.

Zhou Zheng really wants to take a trip that can be easily left.

It's a pity that he doesn't have the freedom that Cole does.

After taking a simple record from several future colleagues, he accepted a bunch of groceries and was so busy that he could not hand over them.
Chapter completed!