The strange era was about to arrive, and countless dead people would return to the human world.
When this news was announced, it quickly caused a huge uproar and became the biggest news in the world.
A few days had passed, and countless people were still immersed in shock.
On the Internet, there was a huge commotion over this matter.
"This is the apocalypse! The end of mankind!"
"The strangeness that cannot be killed with conventional weapons will eventually crawl out of the instance dungeon and kill all humans!”
"Humans can't fight against the strange at all!”
Most people maintained a pessimistic attitude and expressed their views on the Internet.
Many people who were originally afraid of strangeness and never watched similar movies and television works were even trembling. For the next few days, they did not dare to go out and only hid in their rooms.
"If the day really comes when the strangeness completely descends, I will choose to end my own life. I…am too afraid of those things.”
As soon as similar comments were made, there were netizens who commented sarcastically:
"Then you might as well die now. If you die early, there's still a chance. If you also become strange, won't you be afraid of the strange?”
As soon as this was said, hundreds of thousands of people clicked on it, but there were also hundreds of thousands of people who liked it.
In fact, there were many people who had such thoughts and put them into action.
The local news reported that the suicide rate was getting higher by the day.
It forced the officials of various countries to explain. The formation of strangeness often required special conditions, and it was not just simple death.
Otherwise, the number of humans who had died since ancient times would be more than ten billion. If omnipotent became strange, humans might as well just surrender.
"You idiots, this is a new era, the beginning of human evolution!”
"We will become new lives!”
"Don't you know? Humans could become the hosts and possess extraordinary powers!”
In the dark room, a pale-faced man typed his opinion on the keyboard.
Soon, there were replies, most of which were disdainful.
"You think you can evolve just because you say so? How do you know you're not a fertilizer in the evolution process?”
"Even if it's a deviant, it still depends on strangeness, right? If humans cooperated with strangeness, they would be doomed sooner or later.”
"Calling us idiots, you're the real idiot. Has your brain been eaten by the strange?”
Critical comments came into view one after another. In the room, the man's expression became crazy.
He was typing furiously on the keyboard, arguing with dozens of people at the same time without losing.
It wasn't because he was good at scolding people, but because he had a lot more arms than a normal person.
His upper body was naked, and he had eight to nine arms.
Some were on his ribs.
Some were on his shoulders.
Some even grew on their stomachs.
The outer appearance of his arms also looked completely different. Some of them had whiter skin, while others had thinner fingers.
It was obvious that they could not grow from the same body.
Upon closer inspection, blood was still slowly seeping out from the roots of two arms.
"Hands, I still have too few hands!"
The man stood up furiously, panting heavily.
He used to be an extreme hand controller. After the Strange Awakening, he awakened the power of strangeness. He secretly hunted living people and stabbed other people's arms into his body.
Ghost Hand.
It was the strange name he gave himself, and it was also the name he gave himself.
He was on the verge of a mental breakdown, and his eyes were bloodshot. All he wanted now was to kill more people and get more arms.
He was not afraid of being discovered.
Perhaps it was because of his talent, or perhaps it was because he hunted living people.
His strength had long entered the high-level obsession.
Ghosthand's reaction speed, strength, toughness, and strange characteristics made it so that he didn't even care about firearms.
Ordinary security officers couldn't do anything to him.
Even the local Supernatural Investigation Bureau was basically no match for him.
However, just as he was about to leave in a rage, a knife suddenly split open the iron door.
The knife was only about 30 centimeters long. From its shape, it seemed to be a bone cleaver.
The thick blade was stained with thick blood.
At the same time, it also emitted a strange aura.
The man's expression changed immediately.
He could smell the aura of death from the blade.
"Who is it?"
As soon as he asked, all his arms grew crazily and he pounced out of the door.
That terrifying speed seemed to be faster than his voice.
Rip, rip, rip.
Like tearing a piece of white paper, the ghostly hand tore the entire iron door apart.
The figure behind the door appeared.
He had a burly physique, a fat head, big ears, and an unshaven beard. He even had a cigarette with a long ash in his mouth.
She was wearing a white singlet and a dirty leather apron.
In addition to that thick and heavy bone cleaver.
Outsiders could tell at a glance that this was a butcher.
But the ghost hand man saw more.
He knew that the Butcher was also a strange person, and that knife was strange.
The baleful aura of the saber almost turned corporeal and rushed towards him. It was unknown how many living beings it had killed.
It was more than tens of thousands!
The ghostly hand danced in the air, avoiding the bone cleaver and wanting to pounce on the butcher.
However, the Butcher was even faster. He raised his arm and slashed.
Ghosthand, who could not be hurt by cold weapons, fell to the ground as if he had been burned by flames.
With just one slash, all the ghostly hands were cut off.
The ghost hand man screamed and wanted to summon his arm back.
But no matter how hard he tried, the ghostly hands twisted and rolled on the ground, unable to return.
Flee!
When his arm grew back.
He would wait until he got more arms before taking revenge!
The ghost hand man turned around and wanted to escape.
However, just as he ran two meters, the bone cleaver flew out and pierced through his back.
Black blood spurted out of his mouth as the ghost hand man lay on the ground, squirming forward bit by bit, trying to continue escaping.
The butcher took two to three steps forward and stepped on his body. He pulled out his butcher knife and took a puff of the cigarette in one hand. Then, he slashed down with his knife.
The blade fell and the head fell.
The cut was extremely smooth.
"Why do I feel that this ancestral butcher knife is more useful than killing pigs when it comes to killing people and strangeness?”
The Butcher blew out a smoke ring and used the ghost hand man's corpse to wipe the blood off the blade. He then returned the blade to the cloth bag at his waist.
Ring, ring, ring.
Her phone rang.
The Butcher picked it up and asked in a rough voice,"
"Hello? Who is it?"
"What? I just finished, and you want to transfer me to Jinghai again?”
"Hmm? Was that the place with the most strange Instance Dungeons in the Fire Dragon Kingdom?”
"Alright, I'll go!"
The butcher grinned and hung up the phone.
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he glanced at the computer screen.
The netizens were still discussing the horror of the strangeness and the doomsday of mankind.
Crackling.
His fingers tapped on the keyboard.
"What's strange? That's the tool I use to kill pigs!"
"I'm not afraid of anything. My biggest wish is to kill all the strangeness in the world.”
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