Chapter 65 Out of Control

Yago took a closer look, and it was Shugeyin and the clockwork bird that fell behind him.

In a fighting position, constantly flapping its wings, Hugein's gray bird claws pulled hard, and directly tore off a few thin brass-colored gears on the clockwork bird's head.

And the wind-up bird also resisted like a living thing, but its movements were a bit stiff, and after some of the gears and components on the body were torn off, the movements of the body had been deformed, making some changes in Jago's body. It seems to be an empty swing.

And Xiugeyin didn't let go of the wind-up bird, which repeated empty skills, flapping its gray wings, using both feet and beaks, and removed parts one after another from the wind-up bird.

Yago wanted to help, but couldn't help because the "two" birds were fighting too hard.

But fortunately, Hugein is an all-round advantage.

When Yago had the opportunity to step on the wind-up bird's wing that had been removed from several pieces of iron, Shugein also took advantage of the situation and jumped up, flapping his wings and flying, and the two claws of the wind-up bird covered half of the wind-up bird's body. The head was pulled out.

In the air, Hugein's dark gray crow eyes stared at the captured "bird head", the tip of his claws pierced through the gap in the metal, and then—

Click——

Yago took a step back, and the remaining half of the bird's head fell from the sky, and Hugein, who had returned from the sky, was holding a white piece in his claws.

Yago took the thing from under Shugin's beak and glanced at it.

This unique shape and color—

Finger bones.

I just don’t know if it’s left-handed or right-handed, but what about Hugein?

As if thinking of something, Yago imagined the combination of spirit mist and eyes, synchronizing inspiration and vision——

The next moment, he found a faint, hazy mist on the phalanx.

Spirit fog?

Mystery or Extraordinary?

It doesn't matter whether it's a mysterious object or an Extraordinary, Yago directly threw the mask and the white finger bones in his hand.

Except for potions, nothing can be taken back from the world in the book.

However, just as he threw away the things in his hands and was about to leave, Hugein jumped out of his coat pocket again, flew to the side of the mask he had thrown away, and grabbed the bloody beak mask again. After getting back, he rode directly towards his face, wanting to paste the mask on his face again.

Yago hastily stretched out his hand to block it, and blocked the beak mask.

"You want me to put this on?"

Yago asked it, and while vigilant about the surroundings through the wide perspective of the third person, he walked along the edge of the ground illuminated by street lights, and along the edge of the field of vision that he could see.

Shugeyin just stared at the mask in his hand, without nodding or shaking his head, without any human reaction, only the pair of crow eyes turned dark gray due to the combination of spirit mist.

Yago visualized again, synchronizing the inspiration with the vision, and letting the spiritual mist gather in the eyes.

Scanning the mask, Yago didn't find anything abnormal, not even the spirit fog.

But the feeling of "this mask is dead" is still there.

This thing is supposed to be a mystery?

Although he has never seen any mysterious objects, this obviously abnormal feeling is related to this mask.

I don't know if it's because of the connection with him that Shugeyin, who has acquired the ability of the gravekeeper, should also feel this weird feeling.

I guess it was because of this feeling that he didn't want to let him throw it away?

Can't communicate with Hugein, and Yago can't tell it that the things here can't be taken back.

Sighing inwardly, Yago looked at the blood-stained beak mask in his hand, and took it for now, and found a cloth and some water to scrub it before holding it.

He couldn't stand blood on his hands or face, and it wasn't easy to hold.

Meanwhile, the traveling troupe's camp is nearby.

The spiritual mist in the freckle-faced girl's eyes faded away, and she returned to her normal girlish appearance that was no different from before.

She reached out and held the glass bottle in front of her.

The liquid in the bottle was clear and peaceful, without giving her any strange feeling.

Sighing, Elsa put the bottle back on the table.

There is no way to tell if a potion is the only real potion.

As long as it is a potion of tidal pathway, she will get the same feedback on her ability to use it.

Difficulty.

It can be said that for her, the more significance of the world in the book is to give her a place where she can exercise and master her own abilities.

Turning around, she quietly left the room, leaving only a bloody mouth, which seemed to be a frantic and indistinct cry from a man whose tongue had been cut off.

Every time he shouted, there were some changes in his body, and the originally soft flesh and blood were constantly deforming.

Almost half an hour later, several men in copper-colored windbreakers pressed their caps, and amidst the screams of several bold and curious men, walked quickly into the room.

However, the companion who was supposed to live here has disappeared.

Standing there, it was gnawing at everything around it with its weird and huge mouth, and biting off the gas pipeline with its irregular, serrated teeth.

On his innumerable irregular arms, conservatively estimated to be more than ten, there are several arms pierced with a screaming man.

There is no doubt that it is the previous victims.

"Ughhhhh!!!"

I don't know if they used the eyes that grew there or other sensory organs, these Extraordinary people who completely gathered the spirit mist were discovered by monsters when they entered.

The monster roared, violently swung around the new limbs that had grown from swallowing the surrounding objects, and threw it at several people.

"He's out of control! Totally out of control!"

The leader looked at the attacking monster in disbelief, and raised his right hand. The flesh-and-blood right hand suddenly split neatly, and a large number of parts gushed out from it, forming a chainsaw-like weapon.

He swung the weapon formed by his right arm, sawing off the six or seven arms that the monster swung, and shouted at the same time:

"Why did it get out of control so thoroughly!?"

It is not uncommon for Extraordinary people to lose control of their power, but most of them just become irrational, and they can still control the power in their bodies more or less, because the remaining rationality and the power brought by the potion will still be controlled by the subconscious.

Turning into a monster means that he has completely lost his mind, and even his subconscious has not controlled his own power, completely out of control.

"What ceremony is he holding!?"

shouted the leader.

This kind of situation most often occurs when a ceremony is held indiscriminately to pray for guidance, but one accidentally points to an indescribable evil creature lost in the starry sky, is affected by the other party's madness, or is deliberately induced and played by the other party.