East Ying Weird Creation

Chapter 564 The polluted city

The tires made a sticky sound as they rolled over the broken asphalt, as if they were rolling over the organs of some living thing.

Gu Xing rolled down the car window half an inch, and the night wind mixed with the smell of rust immediately blew in.

In the distance, the outline of Lidu was wriggling on the skyline, like a dormant beast opening its wound covered with blood scabs.

"There are still three kilometers to the first blockade line." The crow's voice pierced the solidified air like an icicle.

Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the steering wheel, and the faint black tattoo of a crow on her neck was reflected in the rearview mirror.

Whenever the mind is tense, those crow feathers between reality and illusion will quietly emerge.

Kita Eijiro sat in the back seat, staring blankly at the dark night, as if he had lost his driving instinct as a taxi driver.

The car lights swept across the collapsed military roadblocks on the roadside. Some kind of gelatinous substance was stuck on the charred explosion-proof shields, reflecting blood vessel-like patterns.

Gu Xing's pupils shrank slightly, he recognized this mark.

A few days ago in the basement of Nara Apartment, the same strange crystals spread over the bodies of the police officers who were devoured by red eyes.

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The vehicle drove into the blockade and inspection booth.

The pale beam of the searchlight cut jagged cracks on the sergeant's gas mask, and five bloated protective suits squirmed out from behind the iron door of the sentry box.

The soles of the leading soldier's boots were covered with asphalt-like mucus, and every step he took pulled out translucent silk fibers.

The moonlight flowed on the barrel of his gun, illuminating the fluttering red eyes through the gaps in his gloves - the bluish-gray stratum corneum around his eye sockets rose and fell with his breathing rate.

"Certificate."

The electronically synthesized Lidu accent was filled with the noise of electric current, and red mist spewed out of the exhaust holes of the gas mask.

Crow tapped the car window with his index finger, and three passes printed with the dark pattern of the Lidu Weird Investigation Department slid out from the gap in the glass.

A metallic laugh broke out from the soldier's throat, and a needle-sized red light appeared deep in his eyepiece.

The hair on the back of Gu Xing's neck stood up.

The leather in the back seat made a squeaking sound as if something sticky had been squeezed out, and a bituminous gelatinous substance was oozing out from between Kita Eijiro's fingers.

"The permit didn't mention that any of you secrete mucus." The soldier's index finger knuckle tapped the roof at an ergonomically incorrect angle. The tapping sound was perfectly synchronized with the noise of the patrol radio two kilometers away.

The canisters on the sides of his gas mask began to ooze coral-colored crystals, like some deep-sea creature laying eggs.

The crow tattoo on the crow's neck suddenly flapped its wings as if to fly, and the inky feather tips pierced the skin, oozing tiny beads of blood.

At the moment when Gu Xing's blade was about to cut through the air, all the soldiers suddenly knelt on one knee, holding their right eyes.

Ripples appeared on the asphalt road, and tar-like liquid spread from their knees, reflecting a metallic luster.

"Are you sure you want to go into the city?"

The soldier on the far right took off his mask, revealing half of his face filled with red eyes.

His vocal cords seemed to be soaked in mucus, and each syllable was trembling with the sound of bursting bubbles: "Red Eyes. Another round of gnawing has begun."

"Of course," Crow looked at Gu Xing, "Someone in this car claims to crush the owners of those red eyes."

The moment the truck broke through the blockade bar, the night wind brought the crisp sound of canvas tearing.

In the rearview mirror, five suits in protective gear were twitching violently like molting cicada pupae.

The moonlight made the limbs bursting from the spine look ghostly and beautiful - those bone spurs covered with red-eye patterns opened and closed in time with the noise frequencies of the patrol radio.

The crow bit his lip.

Amid the smell of blood, her nails dug into the leather covering of the steering wheel.

Kita Eijiro's eyeball, covered with mycelium, was pressed against the car window.

The dashboard glowed red like blood vessels, and the radio automatically jumped to a non-existent frequency.

The sound of someone gnawing on bones mixed with the melody of the air raid sirens gave rise to countless goose bumps in the carriage.

The truck slowly drove into the city of Li.

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