My Strange Tale Love Strategy Simulator

Zhang Ying helped Shen Yugang up, and a small pool of blood appeared at their feet.

Blood gushed from the palm of the grotesque hand, spreading across the ground and covering an area of ​​several meters around it.

The red liquid surged and billowed, like a miniature red ocean, rising and falling beneath their feet.

Zhang Ying supported Shen Yugang with one hand, while using the other to control the direction of the blood wave. The wave lifted their feet, propelling them forward.

Shen Yugang swayed unsteadily, almost putting all his weight on Zhang Ying.

Zhang Ying didn't have time to look back at him.

The two walked on the waves, passing through several empty streets, and once again moved away from the location of the plague-ridden ghost.

After turning the third street corner, Zhang Ying stopped. He looked around, chose a wooden house that looked fairly sturdy, and helped Shen Yugang to the base of the wall, letting him sit down against it.

"Old Shen, you can rest here."

Zhang Ying squatted down and looked directly into Shen Yugang's eyes.

"You must hold on until I get back."

Shen Yugang nodded with difficulty, his lips moved, and he said in an almost inaudible voice, "Brother Ying... be careful."

Zhang Ying didn't say anything more. He stood up, turned around, and walked back the way he came.

The lake of blood surged again beneath his feet, carrying him forward.

As he moved forward, Zhang Ying manipulated the blood lake beneath his feet, causing the blood to rise from his feet and form an eggshell-like protective shield around his body.

The shield was semi-transparent, with dark red blood slowly flowing on its surface, enveloping his entire body.

The wooden houses on both sides of the street rushed past, the wind whistling softly as it swept past the sides of the protective barrier. Soon, he was back in the area where he had fought before.

The concentration of yin energy in the air has increased significantly.

The eerie atmosphere carrying the smallpox virus drifted through the streets like patches of black mist, permeating every corner.

Zhang Ying's protective shield kept colliding with these yin energies, and with each impact, the surface of the shield would ripple with turbulent waves.

Ripples spread outward from the point of impact, spreading outward in concentric circles on the blood-red protective shield, like a pebble thrown into calm water.

The ripples rose and fell, one after another, and the surface of the shield was almost never still.

Zhang Ying estimated that it wouldn't be long before the smallpox virus would sweep through the entire town.

He had to deal with the sick and dead ghost before that.

As Zhang Ying drove forward, he mentally calculated his trump card.

Deceptive hands, deceptive eyes, deceptive domain.

That's all he has.

The Ghost Hand granted him the ability to create and manipulate blood, the Ghost Eye allowed him to see Yin energy and viruses, and the Ghost Domain is the foundation of all his abilities.

But even all of these things combined are not enough to defeat a Bound Spirit-level monster head-on.

He has too few cards to play.

All he had was an attempt, one that he didn't know if it would succeed.

There isn't much time left for him to experiment.

He had to obtain antibodies from the body of the dead smallpox patient while the virus was still under control. Once the virus fully manifested, it would be too late even with antibodies.

Zhang Ying sped up.

The waves of blood surged even more violently beneath his feet, propelling him forward at breakneck speed.

He soon arrived at the place where the demon of the sick and dead had appeared.

That familiar street, that wooden house.

The sick and dead ghost still stood in the same spot.

It didn't move an inch.

A black overcoat hung loosely at her sides, a leather hat was pulled down on her head, and a bird-beak mask gleamed with a dull luster in the dim light. It stood there quietly, its dark yellow eyes peering through the eyeholes of the mask at Zhang Ying rushing towards them in the distance.

Or rather, it doesn't need to move at all.

Tormented by the virus, the two were doomed. It didn't need to chase, it didn't need to attack, it only needed to wait. Wait for the virus to fully take effect within their bodies, wait for them to collapse on their own, wait for their corpses to become part of this dead town.

Zhang Ying's eyes were fixed on the sick and dead ghost.

He took a deep breath.

The air filled the lungs, carrying the coldness and stench of yin energy, pressing into the chest cavity and transforming into the power to act.

Zhang Ying exerted all his strength to control the waves beneath his feet.

Blood surged at his feet, creating a wave as high as half a person.

The wave carried his body, and his speed instantly soared to its limit. He was like an arrow released from a bow, rushing towards the Dead Ghost with all his might!

The wind whistled in my ears, and the blood beneath my feet surged and hissed.

The fact that he died of illness seemed somewhat unexpected.

A subtle flicker crossed its dark yellow eyes. It probably hadn't expected that a prey already on the verge of death would charge at it again.

But it still didn't do anything.

It stood there quietly, its black coat motionless, the eyeholes on its bird-beak mask aimed at Zhang Ying as he sped towards it.

Zhang Ying closed his eyes.

He focused all his energy on one thing.

While maintaining the operation of the shield, he focused all his attention on controlling the monstrous hand.

He knew he only had one chance to strike.

After one strike, whether successful or not, he will not have the strength to strike a second time.

It's very likely that his life has come to an end.

Blood poured down from his cunning hands.

Dark red blood surged endlessly, flowing into the blood lake beneath their feet.

The small, eerie area beneath their feet began to gradually expand.

Two meters.

three meters.

Four meters.

five meters.

The edge of the blood lake continued to expand outward, covering more of the loess road surface and swallowing more withered grass and gravel.

The red liquid spread across the ground until a circular, eerie domain, ten meters in diameter, appeared beside him.

Zhang Ying suddenly opened his eyes.

He manipulated the blood lake on the ground, causing all the blood to converge towards him as the center.

The surface of the blood lake began to churn violently. The blood that had been scattered within a ten-meter radius surged towards Zhang Ying's feet from all directions, as if it had heard a summons.

With the total blood volume remaining constant, the blood lake begins to accumulate and grow higher.

The blood that originally covered a ten-meter radius was now all squeezed into a two- or three-meter radius around Zhang Ying's feet.

The depth of blood flow increases rapidly, from the ankles up to the calves, and from the calves up to the knees.

Zhang Ying continued to manipulate the blood lake, drawing it towards the center point.

At the same time, he applied another force.

Apply pressure from both above and below.

It was as if he was using two invisible hands to squeeze the blood from above and below simultaneously. The pressure from above pressed down, and the pressure from below pushed up; the two forces acted on the blood at the same time, intending to compress the blood in the lake to its limit.

This action caused Zhang Ying's brain to tremble violently.

An unimaginable, excruciating pain pounded wildly in his brain, as if something was rampaging through his cranial cavity, trying to crack his skull from the inside.

Each impact was accompanied by a violent wave of dizziness, blurring his vision and clouding his mind.

A trickle of blood then flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Dark red blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, dripping down his chin and into the churning lake of blood at his feet, mingling with the crimson hue.

Zhang Ying ignored all of this.

He gritted his teeth and continued to apply pressure.

He wanted to compress the blood lake to create a pressure effect similar to that of a high-pressure water gun.

By compressing all the blood to its limit and then releasing it instantly, the immense pressure propels the blood blade out at high speed, thereby increasing its speed and indirectly increasing its power.

Like a spring compressed to its limit, the force released in the instant it is released is far greater than the force of slow pushing.

What he didn't expect was that during this compression, the blood lake beneath his feet underwent an unexpected change.