Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 494 Black Impermanence

"My feet hurt a lot. My big toe felt like it was soaked in water, and my calf felt like someone had cut it. It hurt all the time."

The man named Kenon said in a numb tone.

"Kenon, put your hands up," said Pedros.

Kenon raised his hand, and then Pedros took out a knife and gently scratched Kenon's little arm.

"Do you feel it?"

"No, I felt my hands picking up something," Kenon replied.

Pedros put down the knife, turned to look at Xia Shou, and made a summary: “Kainong disappeared for a while before. When we found him, only his head was left, but his head was not dead, and he could always feel his body moving and having touch.

We reattached a body to him, and as you can see, Kenon can move again, but he can only control this body, but he has no feeling. "

"So that's how it is." Xia Shou pondered.

He knew why the person from the funeral home suddenly became a different person and started screaming.

The reason behind this requires a little imagination, and Kenon's reaction just makes up for Xia Shou's imagination.

The symptoms of the person in front of him might just be in the early stages, and his real original body might be being used by other strangers, just like the strange body he is using now.

Similarly, the stranger, like Kenon, could not feel the feedback from Kenon's body. He only had the right to use it but not the right to feel it. Any damage and pain suffered by Kenon's torso would make Kenon, who was far away, feel the same.

Now, he just felt that his calf was cut and his big toe was in severe pain, but if there were more and more wounds in the future, would the pain become more and more intense?
No one treats those wounds, and no one cares. Even if the person controlling the body is seriously injured, he will continue to use it without any care, and the pain will be magnified exponentially.

In the end, Kenon will become the same as the screaming person, and will be unable to feel anything except endless pain.

This reminded Xia Shou of the heavenly choir.

"This is all I can offer. We are getting ready to go in. Do you want to come with us?" Pedros asked.

Xia Shou glanced at the fan-shaped red line that was still expanding under his feet and found that there was no red line connecting him and Pedros, which meant that Pedros had no intention of killing them, at least for now.

So Xia Shou said, "Let's go together. If this is really the underworld, it will be the Yellow Spring Road and the Naihe Bridge. I just don't know if there are ghost soldiers and devils.

But you go first, and I'll follow behind."

"Please feel free to do as you wish." Pedros shrugged and led his men straight into the gates of hell.

Xia Shou and four others walked ten meters behind the people in the clock tower.

He always remembered what the guy from the funeral home said to him, that he wanted to kill him and the people from the clock tower together, but he didn't tell him how he was going to kill them.

After passing the gates of hell, nothing happened. I walked straight onto a bluestone road. On both sides of the bluestone road were endless flower fields with blood-colored red spider lilies blooming.

A bright red line of blood under Xia Shou's feet pointed diagonally forward, as if it was the direction where the Yellow Springs Road meandered forward. No one knew what was guarding ahead.

Wanna walk through the flower fields?
Xia Shou looked at the endless flower fields and gave up the idea. He had never heard that the Yellow Springs Road had any other destination besides the underworld. He estimated that if he didn't take this road, he would not be able to escape from here.

But what exactly is that red fan-shaped blood line? Why is it still spreading?

If it reaches 360° in the end, wouldn't there be dead ends in all directions?
"Hell, who dares to trespass?" A sinister and terrifying voice suddenly came from the front, as soft as a mosquito, yet as clear as a whisper in your ear.

Xia Shou stopped immediately, every hair on his body stood up, and a chill seemed to overflow from the cracks between his bones, almost freezing his joints.

He knew this was not an illusion, because the others and the people in the clock tower in front of him all stopped and stood still like stone sculptures.

"It's really endless. You keep disturbing me. I have been guarding the Naihe Bridge for many years, but you guys won't let you, the Wuchang, have a peaceful time."

Low, vicious curses continued to reach his ears, followed by the clanging of chains dragging on the ground. In the dark blue mist, a tall silhouette gradually became clear. The red line under Xia Shou's feet also moved closely following the movement of the figure. The monster that was enough to kill him now was the thing behind the mist.

"Retreat!" Pedros gave the order without hesitation.

The group from the clock tower immediately turned around and ran back the way they came.

When Pedros passed by Xia Shou, he saw Xia Shou standing there, motionless, with surprise in his eyes.

"Hey! Aren't we going to run?!" No. 102 asked anxiously.

"Don't run. If you run backwards, you will die even more miserably." Xia Shou said calmly.

The red line in front of him is lighter than the fan-shaped red line behind him. If he had to choose, Xia Shou would only choose to fight the monster in front of him.

The clock tower behind him soon disappeared in the heavy mist, while the tall figure in front was getting closer and closer, and the sound of the iron chain rubbing against the bluestone road became louder and louder, making people's scalps numb.

"Hey, now that we're on the road to the underworld, there's no turning back."

A sinister and vicious laugh came from the mist, and then a hand stretched out from the mist, pulling the mist to one side like opening a curtain.

At this time, Xia Shou finally saw the other person's appearance clearly.

The other person was wearing a tall black hat with the words "Peace in the World" written on it. He had a ferocious face and his eyes were without pupils.

The black shirt on his body was torn, and his exposed body had turned to charcoal. There were faint flickers of fire inside the charcoal-like body.

It was dragging a chain in one hand and holding a bull's head in the other, with blood still gushing from under the broken neck.

Black Impermanence...

But he is quite different from the Black Impermanence we have in mind.

"Fuck! You don't really want to fight this thing?" Gu Liang pulled Shen Fei far back, his face already pale.

No. 102 took a deep breath and glanced at Xia Shou: "You're not going to do this?"

Xia Shou pursed his lips, stepped forward and clasped his fists, saying: "Master Wuchang, we came here by mistake from the world of the living... Damn it!"

Seeing that this Black Impermanence could speak normally, he wanted to imitate the tone of voice of ancient people to try to communicate with him. However, just as he stepped forward, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind this Black Impermanence, holding a huge stick, and smashed it on his head.

If Xia Shou's reaction speed had not been far beyond that of an ordinary person, this attack would have definitely hit.

Wait…did I really escape?

Xia Shou didn't feel that he was hit, but he saw his body falling diagonally to the ground.

The soul is out of the body?!

The third hand that stretched out from behind Hei Wuchang changed from smashing to pounding and smashed directly towards Xia Shou's head.

"what!"

Su Yue screamed, rushed to Xia Shou, grabbed his feet and dragged him hard.

"boom!"

The mourning stick brushed against Xia Shou's head and slammed heavily onto the bluestone road, leaving cracks on the ground.

(End of this chapter)