Ran Bing pushed open a rotten iron door and walked in.

As she entered, the dark room suddenly lit up.

She raised her head and saw the chandelier on the ceiling that was covered with dust and was trying hard to light up.

Obviously, it is a sensor light.

A voice of unknown meaning continued to whisper in Ran Bing's ears that only Ran Bing could understand.

"It's safe here!"

Indeed!

This basement looks like there has been no sign of biological activity for a long, long time.

The walls and floors were covered with thick dust.

Ran Bing observed carefully and saw several petrified corpses huddled at the foot of the wall.

Next to these corpses, there is a hole.

The cave entrance leads underground.

Ran Bing walked over and looked at the dark hole.

The voice in her ear murmured softly: "Sure enough...it smells like Kunyang people..."

"Kunyang people?" Ran Bing was confused: "What is that?"

But she got no answer.

The voice in his ear gently urged Ran Bing.

So Ran Bing walked to the middle of the room and sat on the floor.

She took out the electromagnetic gun.

The electromagnetic gun that the weirdo once used.

The voice in my ear was whispering in a low voice, in this weird, terrifying and evil whisper.

Ran Bing held the electromagnetic gun in her hand tightly, and her body slowly began to tremble.

In her mouth, she recited terrifying spells.

As Ran Bing chanted, the electromagnetic gun in her hand slowly softened.

A ball of molten liquid formed in her mouth, wrapped around her hand, and merged with her skin, flesh, and soul.

When the liquid is about to completely melt into your hand.

Ran Bing suddenly opened his eyes!

"Pardon!" She raised the hand covered in liquid and looked directly at it.

Silver liquid flows on the hand.

Like a living creature, swallowing her flesh and soul.

It gave her a heartbreaking pain, and also brought Ran Bing's spirit to the edge of collapse!

fortunately!

At this time, the book on her body emitted bursts of soft light.

The whispering in her ears also comforted and stabilized her mind, which prevented Ran Bing from collapsing and gave her the strength to continue this ritual!

"Pardon!" she shouted in a deep voice.

The liquid wrapping the hands slowly rolled and boiled.

Ran Bing knew that the most critical moment had come.

Now, the gun spirit is about to be born!

She stretched out her left hand that was not covered by the liquid, endured the severe pain, and grabbed the liquid covering her right hand.

Little by little, peel them off your hands.

Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!

The liquid fell drop by drop.

Ran Bing was sweating profusely in pain and her face was pale. She felt as if someone was using some extremely sharp weapon to cut her flesh bit by bit.

But she held back and didn't say a word!

finally!

All the liquid on my hands peeled off.

They were beating on the ground drop by drop, like living creatures.

Ran Bing looked at them and forcefully mouthed a command: "Return to your position!"

"Return to your position quickly!"

These beating liquids immediately began to squirm according to a certain pattern.

They pieced together slowly and condensed slowly.

Piece the parts together and condense the barrel.

Finally, a small and exquisite revolver appeared in front of Ran Bing.

There is a small shadow appearing on the gun body.

Looking at the profile, he is almost another Ran Bing.

Ran Bing picked it up and felt like he had touched a new self.

Everything about this gun was clearly visible in her mind.

Then, she understood that her spear spirit had been mastered.

But it is too immature and too weak!

It requires the irrigation of flesh and blood and the feeding of soul in order to grow.

Therefore, the moment he held it, Ran Bing felt the hunger of the gun spirit.

It wants to eat!

And you must eat immediately!

otherwise……

Once it is extremely hungry, it will start to eat the flesh, blood and soul of its owner!

…………………………………………

Lingpingan walked upstairs.

He was a little sleepy, so he took out his mobile phone and looked at it. It was already half past eleven.

"It's wrong to stay up late!" So the bookstore owner, who paid attention to health, walked to the bedroom, lay down on his back, and fell asleep.

In a daze, Lingpingan seemed to hear countless people praying.

Solemn, solemn, sacred!

It seemed like tens of millions of people were praying in unison.

"Ring the bell once, push the lever, and start the piston and engine!"

"Toll the bell twice, press the button, the engine ignites, the turbine ignites, and life is injected..."

"Ring the bell three times..."

"Let us praise together!"

"Praise machinery, praise steel!"

"The great spirit of all possibilities!"

"You are the Lord who molds all things, and you are also the Apocalypse who destroys everything!"

"More is better, big is beautiful!"

"Evaporate! Burn! Cast!"

"Steel is eternal, machinery is eternal!"

In a daze, Lingpingan heard the roar of an engine gradually, as if a turbine was vibrating, and countless mechanical gears were running at high speed.

"What's going on?" Lingpingan thought in his dream.

So, he opened his eyes.

"I'm having this dream again!" He laughed.

Because, at this moment, his body is infinitely huge.
To be continued...