Why don't you have a normal person on board?

Chapter 349
In the cremation room, the blazing fire was emitting a strange light. Even when the cremator left, Xiao Bai still didn't dare to act rashly, and could only silently observe the closed furnace door.

The screams and begging for help from the Monocle didn't last long. When the thick black smoke gushed out of the crematorium, the screams and begging inside turned into deep and gentle laughter.

Xiaobai trembled all over. When the thick black smoke enveloped her, she didn't have a very strong sense of suffocation. These black smoke didn't seem to be real gas, but a hallucination, or a spirit-like existence.

At this moment, Xiao Bai suddenly felt that the melancholy voice that had been lingering in his ears had disappeared.

The whole world seemed to have been cut off from her, and she couldn't even hear the low laughter of the monocle.

This... what's going on here?

Xiaobai wanted to stand up subconsciously, but she found that she couldn't move.

A pair of hands stretched out from the black smoke that enveloped him, wrapped around her waist, and refused her to leave.

This piece of black smoke is abnormal!
Xiao Bai struggled to get rid of the shackles, but her hands were like iron-welded steel pipes, and she was unwilling to let go of her at all.

More and more arms protruded from the black smoke, and those arms rested on different positions of Xiao Bai's body, such as arms, thighs, ankles, neck, hair, corners of mouth...

It was as if they regarded Xiaobai as a toy that could be disassembled, and they scrambled to get their own part of the body.

"Woooo..."

Even the words are a little unclear, but with Xiaobai's physical fitness, it is simply impossible to break free from these things!
She is not like Tongqiu's lunatic, who dared to cut off her arm directly because she had the pills in such a situation, she could only feel her body being torn apart little by little. It's even more terrifying, because every part of my body is separating in different directions!
There was a strange sound from the joint of the bones, and the tingling almost made Xiaobai faint, which was different from what the group of people said at the beginning!
Tao Bin and others said that they were mentally tortured, but why did they feel so real now, as if their bodies were really being torn apart?
There was no sound in the black mist, but only more and more arms stretched out from the inside, covering her body until almost covering her entire body, nothing was exposed to the air.

For a moment, Xiao Bai's hearing caught the faint voice.

She was familiar with this voice.

This is the voice of the owner of the lost man's skeleton!
Under the condition that he couldn't pronounce any syllable normally, a strange rhythm spread out from Xiaobai's body.

At this moment, Xiaobai seemed to see something in the black mist.

Those arms extending from the black mist all loosened in an instant, and curled back into their shells like frightened shellfish.

The black mist faded away quickly, and under the threat of that brief rhythm, they all retreated into the cremator.

"Ahem..." Sitting on the ground and retching, Xiaobai felt that he was about to spit out the acid in his stomach, but the feeling of being torn apart just now still persisted for a long time.

"I, am I still alive?" Xiaobai checked his body, everything was intact, and there were no signs of being violently torn, not even bruises left, "Just now... it was only aimed at the spirit. attacks from the outside world?"

In the instant just now, Xiaobai felt that he seemed to see something in the black mist. This is the privilege of a psychic, or... this is the ability he suddenly acquired.

She saw the core of the black mist.

This large black mist is a collection of negative emotions. When the corpses sent to the cremator are burned, all negative emotions will flow out, under the guidance of some extraordinary power.

If the black mist is the negative emotions gathered and guided by the extraordinary power, then Xiaobai can almost be sure that what he saw just now is the "core" of the extraordinary power.

As long as this core is destroyed, the extraordinary power will be invalid.Similar to a vehicle, as long as you disassemble its power source, it will not move.

"This...is also the ability of a psychic?" Xiaobai thought that the power of a psychic was limited to talking to the dead and possessing souls or consciousness, but he didn't expect to have such abilities.

But if we go deeper, since the psychic can observe the core, can he use that part of the core to control the other party's extraordinary power in turn?
If this can be achieved, the power of other survivors, extraordinary creatures, and some extraordinary creations will no longer cause any harm to themselves, but can instead be used by them.

If Tongqiu knew about this matter, based on the current experience of the quack doctor and Xiaobai, it can basically be deduced that the so-called senior crew members are not only powerful, but also extremely knowledgeable.

Their potential and plasticity are also far beyond the reach of mid-level crew and low-level crew.

Standing in front of the cremator, Xiao Bai was not as flustered as before.

What she is even more curious about now is whether there is any connection between the melodious voice that has been lingering in her ears and the voice of the owner of the victims' bones.

Because the "dodge" before was the same as the voice of the owner of the skeleton of the victim.

This cemetery also has some relationship with the owner of the victims' bones.

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squeak--

Slowly pushing open the iron door in front of him, Tongqiu looked at the bloody handprints on the back of the iron door, and couldn't help but shook his head, "This aunt's size is too scary..."

He walked into the morgue, with dim and weak lights, blood all over the floor, metal brackets full of surgical instruments, and an extremely cheap-looking shadowless lamp.

A common dental chair was placed under the shadowless lamp, and a half-sewed corpse was lying on it. There were no flies, no maggots, only the stench of rotting corpses.

jingle--

A clear voice sounded, Tong Qiu turned his head, looked at the shadow in the corner, there was a dead man squatting there, taking out an electric drill from the toolbox.

The drill bit of the electric drill was covered with residual flesh tissue and blood. The dead man pressed the switch, and the drill bit of the electric drill operated rapidly, making annoying noises and the sound of electric current.

Tong Qiu looked at it, and just wanted to remind this person that he had no clothes on, and his rotting buttocks looked disgusting.

Then the dead man stood up.

Tongqiu saw its front, but before seeing its face, he was already attracted by its attire.

The white apron was dotted with blood and corpse water, and Tongqiu's expression changed, as if he had been fed a mouthful of shit from [-].

"Fuck, ○ body apron? Brother, you have really strong taste!"

(End of this chapter)