Chapter 139

Wang Quan was only borrowing one percent of the power.

This one percent was not the one percent of Missy's total power in his body.

But if the upper limit of the power that Wang Quan could borrow was one hundred, he was only borrowing one percent of it now.

But it was this one percent that made the world look different in his eyes.

He saw that there were a lot of Stitched Monsters around Niu Ben.

These Stitched Monsters were about three meters tall, and their bodies were swollen and black. They had a disgusting, deformed appearance made of various human limbs and torsos.

But this was not important.

Around these Stitched Monsters, there were all kinds of humanoid deformed monsters wandering back and forth.

They seemed to not have noticed Niu Ben and Selina and were just wandering aimlessly.

There was also a huge black monster with dozens of intertwined tentacles lying on the top of the two-story building of the police station.

And above the clouds and in the shadows in the distance, Wang Quan could also feel all kinds of other things.

But because he was not borrowing much power at the moment, he could not find it yet. He could only sense that there seemed to be something there.

He pondered.

Is this the difference in the monsters that can be seen with different levels of wisdom?

I'm afraid that as time passes and their wisdom decreases, the world in the eyes of this group of Hell Walkers will become more and more dangerous.

Wang Quan clenched the shovel and the iron hammer in his hands and slowly walked toward the two people surrounded by the monsters.

Seeing him coming, the group of monsters slowly retreated and made way for him, then stood aside and "watched" him.

It didn't seem like intimacy, but more like … instinctive fear?

They were afraid of Wang Quan.

Or maybe they were afraid of something inside his body.

Just like that, Wang Quan walked in front of the two people.

Looking at Fang Heng who was breathing heavily, Wang Quan smiled and asked: "What's your name?"

"Fang Heng …"

Fang Heng gritted his teeth, "The 'beggar' that you called the police and sent here today"

Wang Quan's face turned serious and denied: "Don't talk nonsense, I was helping him. Is it right to let him wander outside on such a cold night?

"And that guy only has one arm, and you have the nerve to blackmail him with your intact arm?"

Fang Heng gritted his teeth and took out a wrinkled one hundred yuan. "Do you remember this?"

"So it's really you?" Wang Quan's movements were extremely natural as he took the one hundred yuan and stuffed it into his pocket. Then, he asked: "How did you grow your arm? Did you deliberately pretend to be disabled to cheat me of my money this afternoon?

"You Hell Walkers really have a bad conscience!"

Fang Heng: "…"

He tightened his grip on the eight-faced Han sword in his hand.

Then, he glanced at the group of Stitched Monsters that did not dare to approach him, and in the end, he held back.

"It just grew out. Also, I didn't blackmail you. "

Wang Quan glanced at him. "Do you have a sword? A normal long sword."

He poured a bit of black-red mist into the shovel and the iron hammer, then raised his hands. "I can exchange these two God Weapons of mine."

Niu Ben also came over and looked at the two "God Weapons" with Fang Heng.

They saw that the extremely ordinary double-sided iron hammer with a wooden handle and the modern, advanced shovel had both changed in shape.

Starting from the wooden handle, the two "God Weapons" turned pure black, and then there was a kind of spider-web-like dark-red vein that flashed as if it was breathing.

Just looking at these two "Divine Weapons", Niu Ben and Fang Heng felt a sense of excitement as if there was a blade on their backs.

It was as if the small hammer and shovel could threaten their lives.

Fang Heng wanted to refuse, but his intuition told him that he should get the two "God Weapons."

He decided to listen to his heart.

Thus, he took out a sheathed sword from his Fourth Dimensional Chrysanthemum and handed it to Wang Quan. "This sword is called Scarlet Blood, it is an ominous sword. It can absorb other people's blood to replenish its strength, but the longer it is used, the more it will be invaded by the ominous spirit in the sword, so it is best to use it sparingly."

Wang Quan threw the iron hammer to him and the shovel to Niu Ben, then pulled out the sword.

The Scarlet Blood Sword's sheath was made of silver-white shark skin, the handle was simple and unadorned, and the blade was dark red.

If one looked closely, the blade seemed to be flowing with blood, causing one to be unable to help but be immersed in it.

As he unsheathed his sword, Wang Quan suddenly heard the voice of a man or woman whispering in his mind.

"Kill them … kill them … drink their blood … kill … ah?!"

Halfway through his words, the voice suddenly cried out in alarm.

Then, it disappeared.

Wang Quan swung the sword twice, then sheathed it and raised his head, "You can keep the things I gave you, but don't put them into your storage space."

He pointed at the surroundings, "It has a miraculous effect on those things, but only for a few days. With this' Divine Weapon ', as long as you don't take the initiative to provoke them, normal monsters will not approach you.

"Moreover, it is best not to use the power of the Divine Weapon until the last moment, otherwise, you might be unlucky."

Niu Ben took the shovel, took out the axe from his fourth-dimensional chrysanthemum, and handed it to Wang Quan, "Boss, this is my exchange."

After Wang Quan took the axe, he said, "This axe of mine is targeted at the soul. If it is used to cut physical monsters, its power is just an ordinary axe, but it can infect the other party with a plague, the kind that is random.

"This axe is actually used to cut souls, and it has a miraculous effect on ghost-type monsters. I got it from an island world.

"The side effect is that it will constantly consume your own soul power when using it, but it is not permanent, and you can recover it through rest."

Wang Quan was very satisfied, "Good, an equivalent exchange business can last for a long time.

"So, where are you going now?"

The two of them looked at each other and said the place that they had decided from the beginning, "Boss, can you drive us to a few scenic spots?"

They wanted to find out in advance where they could hide from monsters.

This police station could not last for two days, so they had to find a more powerful place to last for the next few days.

Then the goal was very clear.

Places like Guanlin Temple, White Horse Temple, Dragon Horse Futu Temple, Shangyang Palace, Heaven's Bright Hall, and Sui and Tang Dynasty Ruins were necessary.

There was no way to go to places like Tai Qing Temple because they were outside the city limits.

As for Dragon Gate Grotto …

Fang Heng had escaped from there, and more than a dozen Hell's Walkers had died there last night.

Wang Quan nodded, "Sure, but I have to go to the Ghost Square in the capital first. I have to see if a friend is there."

This was the result of his conversation with Xu Yue.

According to Xu Yue, people who had escaped could not enter the "Midnight Ghost" through normal channels. They could only enter this world through a "channel" similar to the Ghost Square.

Wang Quan did not know why he could come in directly, just like a normal Hell's Walker.

This was also something he wanted to investigate.

But for now, he had to go to the Ghost Square to see if Xu Yue had come in. At the same time, he had to find Zhou Wang and see what she wanted to say to him.

"Then let's go."

…

"Do you want to continue fighting?"

In the empty and dilapidated tractor factory, three Hell's Walkers were facing each other in a triangle.

One of them said, "This is one of the high-risk areas on the map. Are you sure you want to continue fighting here?"

The other two were silent.

The reason why the three of them stopped was because they sensed a different aura.

In fact, the three of them had run into this factory because they were being chased by monsters.

When the group of Stitched Freaks arrived at the factory's entrance, they only lingered outside instead of entering, as if there was something terrifying inside.

They could sense it now.

There seemed to be something terrifying in the depths of the factory.

Just by probing deeper, their brains felt as if they were being pricked by needles.

So they didn't dare to go any deeper.

"Then …"

Before one of them could finish, the three of them turned pale and knelt on the ground, clutching their heads and gritting their teeth to endure the pain.

They heard the sound of footsteps.

The footsteps seemed to be stomping on their brains, coming closer and closer.

The footsteps were getting louder and louder.

Unknowingly, their heartbeats were inexplicably synchronized with the footsteps.

Three minutes later, the footsteps stopped.

At the same time, their heartbeats also stopped.

In the spacious factory, two figures stood facing each other, separated by three corpses.

One of them was a maid with purple eyes. She was surrounded by several ferocious fur hounds.

Opposite her was a white-haired, golden-eyed girl with an expressionless face.

The purple-eyed maid laughed, "If I get rid of you here, Gongzi wouldn't know.

"In this world, An Wanying in Gongzi's body almost never comes out. As long as you're not around, I'm Gongzi's only one."

She raised her head, her purple eyes flashing slightly, "You think so too, Feng Ah Jiu."