Langang suddenly stiffened, and the coldness on his shoulders instantly spread throughout his body, making him almost unable to move.

But the next second, countless terrifying blood vessels bulged out on his shoulders, like countless worms protruding under the skin.

With these blood vessels bulging out, the hand holding his shoulder loosened slightly, but it was not enough for Langang to break free.

Langang frowned, a fierce look flashed in his eyes, and the blood vessels on his shoulders suddenly burst open. Countless blood spurted out from the burst blood vessels, and he actually pushed the hand away.

"Not enough!" Lan Gang gritted his teeth, as if he was enduring great pain.

But the blood spurting out from his shoulder seemed to have a life of its own, and it gradually condensed into a hand made entirely of blood.

This "bloody hand" was much more effective than the previous blood and blood vessels. It firmly resisted the hand that grabbed Lan Gang's shoulder, and slowly opened the hand like an arm wrestling.

As the hand was gradually opened, the coldness in Langang's body gradually faded away.

After a few seconds, he finally grabbed the gap, and while his body was almost recovering, his legs instantly swelled with blood vessels, bursting out with infinite strength, and escaped from the cold and stiff palm at once, while the blood condensed on his shoulders

The bloody hand could not hold on for a moment, and turned into a pool of blood in the air and fell.

"What the hell dares to sneak up on me!" He turned around suddenly.

But there was nothing behind him, nothing but thick fog.

He frowned, and he felt more and more the pain and stiffness in the shoulder where his hand had rested.

It was as if that part of the body had entered a state of deathly rigidity.

When he opened his combat uniform and took a look, his face suddenly became even more ugly.

On his right shoulder, there was a clear scarlet handprint.

"What the hell is this!"

Langang cursed in his heart, but he had more important things to deal with than expressing his current emotions, and he had no time to worry about this palm print.

You must get your blood back!

He is called the Blood Hand, and his biggest reliance is the blood in his body. He can control this blood at will and burst out with amazing power, which is especially useful for things like ghosts.

But the price is also high. If the blood is not recovered in time, he will lose it, and his blood is completely different from that of normal people. No one can give him blood except himself.

Therefore, most of the time he only sprays out a small amount of blood to cover his body for timely recovery. Only in emergencies like today would he use such a blood-consuming trick.

He looked around cautiously, then slowly squatted down and placed his right hand on the pool of blood that had just turned into blood.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank.

The blood can't go back!

Yes, this blood is like a pool of stagnant water at this moment, and Langang can't control it at all.

This time, he was really nervous.

Blood is his greatest reliance and the means to save his life.

In just one face-to-face encounter, I lost so much blood.

And God knows what would have happened if he hadn't broken free from that stiff hand just now!

If that hand attacks again next time, won't he have to use so much blood to escape?

Although this can save your life temporarily, as time goes by, even if the hand doesn't kill you, you will die from blood loss.

What's worse is that I am lost! There is thick fog all around, and I have no idea where I am now. Going forward rashly like this may be more dangerous than a ghost.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead

"Lan...Brother Lan!"

Suddenly, he heard Guizhao San's call, but the voice was extremely weak and breathless.

"Ghost Claw Three, where are you!" Langang shouted immediately.

However, there was no sound at this moment.

He gritted his teeth, thinking about the decision in his mind.

Even though there was only one sound just now, he could actually determine the direction of the sound.

To go or not to go?

Go! Even if Ghost Claw Three is not there, you still have to move. The most taboo thing in supernatural events is to stay in one place for too long.

With his thoughts settled in his mind, Langang immediately stopped worrying, raised his feet and ran towards the direction where the voice of Ghost Claw Three just came from, and soon disappeared into the thick fog.

When he completely disappeared into the thick fog in front of him, a red, stiff corpse suddenly emerged from the fog where he had just stood. Although the corpse was highly decomposed, the strange thing was that the arm on the right side was not rotten at all.

Just like what I just picked up.

And the palm of this arm was still dripping with blood.

The strange corpse squatted down stiffly and slowly, then stretched out its rotten left hand and pressed it on the pool of blood on the ground that Lan Gang could not take back.

A magical moment happened. The blood that Langang couldn't take back seemed to be alive at this moment. It automatically moved slowly along the palm of the red corpse and filled the wounds in the palm and arm of the corpse.

The pool of blood was quickly absorbed by the corpse's palm, and the rotten palm with almost no skin suddenly became much scarier, and blood could be faintly seen flowing in it.

After absorbing the blood on the ground, the red body slowly stood up, forgetting to glance at the direction in which Langang left, and then walked stiffly in that direction, quickly disappearing into the thick fog.

Langang has been running very fast, his eyes scanning everything within the visible range very vigilantly.

"That is……"

His eyes suddenly moved.

Not far ahead, I saw something other than thick fog finally appearing.

A square, black building made of boulders that looks like a Rubik's Cube.

This thing is connected to the ceiling and the ground, like a huge pillar.

Seeing this building, he slowed down.

At this moment, he had to be careful enough with everything.

One careless move could cost you your life.

"Brother Lan...Brother Lan, save me! Help me!"

In a daze, he heard Ghost Claw Three's voice again, this time it was clearer and the distance was closer.

The place where the sound came from pointed directly at the black building not far away.

Countless bulging blood vessels burst out from his hands again, and he walked forward vigilantly.

Three minutes later, his face turned ugly.

No, it stands to reason that I would have covered such a small distance in three minutes, but it seemed like I was not close to the building at all!

He had almost concluded that he must have been deceived by something, causing him to run in circles without realizing it.

Ghost Claw Three is definitely a bait. What used him to lead me here!
Chapter completed!