Chapter 289 Ouroboros (4K)

Wu Heng felt that the "ask for name" was taking effect, so he put away his pistol, took out a wad of U.S. dollars from his pocket, and handed it to the penniless punk girl in front of him as mental compensation.

"This is my number. Remember to tell me when J.P comes back."

Terry was confused by this series of changes, but she still subconsciously took the money.

"I know, he will be back tomorrow!"

"Okay, it's none of your business here."

After Wu Heng finished speaking, Terry felt like she was being pardoned, but she didn't dare to show it. She took two tentative steps back while carefully observing Wu Heng's expression.

This kind of plot where you first deliberately say to let the other party go, and then suddenly shoot someone behind the scenes,

She has seen a lot of them in movies.

It wasn't until she took seven or eight steps back and a parked car appeared next to her that she suddenly bent over, hid behind the car, lowered her head and ran away.

Wu Heng ignored Terry's nervous performance and turned around to leave, intending to walk around the streets of New York and appreciate the exotic customs.

When walking a distance of fifty meters,

But he suddenly turned around, with a cold face, a hawkish gaze, and suddenly stretched out his left hand.

Bang~!

The sound of a sniper gun came from five hundred meters away. Wu Heng opened his palm and saw a 12.7 mm bullet lying in his palm. The warhead had deformed.

Wu Heng's eyes narrowed and he saw the sniper holding a gun, a young man with a dull expression.

Faced with his outrageous behavior of holding bullets in his hand, the young man not only did not panic and run away, but calmly loaded the bullet and planned to continue shooting.

And Wu Heng didn't feel any fear from this young killer.

Turn your palm over and the bullet falls freely,

The bullet case turned into iron powder just an inch away from his hand. A black and red venomous snake sprang out from the palm of his hand, passed through the flying iron filings, and disappeared into the air.

puff!

The boy who was continuing to load the bomb had his head explode like a watermelon, and bleeding holes appeared in his body until finally a skeleton was left.

In the abdominal cavity of the skeleton, a poisonous snake gradually dissipated.

Wu Heng turned his attention to the place a hundred meters to the right of the young killer, which was a film and television entertainment office building.

What he just felt, the eyes watching him,

Not one, but two.

One was the dull young man who was obviously controlled by someone, and the other was from the fourth floor of this office building.

The moment he turned his head to look over, the window of the second room on the east side was instantly closed.

Wu Heng turned into a column of black smoke and flew straight away, smashing the glass and falling into the room.

In the luxuriously decorated office, a secret slot on one side of the wall was opened, like an exhibition cabinet, displaying various types of fire weapons, large and small.

A fat middle-aged man wearing a black suit and gold-rimmed glasses was touching one of the RGP rocket launchers with his thick palm.

Hear the sound of broken windows,

He turned to look at Wu Heng who suddenly appeared. His originally cold face immediately turned into a gentle smile:

"Sir, the way you appeared is really bizarre. Did something happen?"

"I don't like playing riddles. Tell me the reason why you did it." Wu Heng said indifferently with an expressionless face.

"I don't understand what you are doing, but if you are willing to talk about the process, I would be happy to hear your experience."

As the middle-aged man with glasses spoke, he showed a hint of attentiveness.

But in his eyes, the pupils were rotating slightly, and there was a black dot the size of a sesame seed in the center, which was constantly rotating.

Wu Heng felt a weak mental control from it. Although it was weak, this kind of control was beyond the scope of hypnosis and did not belong to ordinary people.

He stretched out his left hand, and a poisonous snake spread and stretched,

Wu Heng controlled the long snake, like a needle passing through a thread,

The snake body first penetrated the left calf of the fat middle-aged man with glasses, making a bloody hole, then penetrated back to the other right calf, and then penetrated back and forth through the two thighs, using the snake body as a thread to sew the legs together. ,

Then the snake spreads,

After wrapping around his waist twice, he followed the middle-aged spine, climbed up to the back of his cervical spine, and then climbed over the back of his head.

finally,

The snake's head landed on the fat middle-aged man's forehead, and the blade in the snake's mouth turned into a sharp hook, tightly hooking the middle-aged man's forehead bone.

"Oh, it hurts, it hurts, spare my life, I still have a long life, I can't just die like this."

The middle-aged fat body could not stop trembling and let out a strong scream. He felt the unbearable pain.

"Can we talk now?" Wu Heng said coldly.

"I, I, say, say anything!" the middle-aged man said with a trembling voice. He had already felt the extreme pain and the breath of death.

His whole body was controlled by Wu Heng's poisonous snake. He couldn't even use his own abilities, let alone a rocket launcher.

In addition to the bewitching ability of his eyes, he can also control or even kill a person through touch.

But what made him despair was that Wu Heng didn't give him a chance to get close to him.

"Tell me the reason for attacking me first. I'm very curious."

The sweat on the middle-aged man's sore forehead slid down his face. He looked around and then said in a trembling voice:

"Your sudden appearance destroyed the theater of life that I directed, causing the plot to be NG and causing me huge losses. I was so angry that I arranged for someone to take action."

"Theatre of life?"

"We have created a real-life film and television program that uses the power of the crew to interfere with and control someone's real life, directing a real story. The actors will not know that they are in the play until they die."

"Terry is a character we chose. She will choose to commit suicide because of constant heartbreak, abandonment, emotional frustration, work frustration, poverty, and eventually lose the belief in survival."

"But your sudden appearance and the money you give her are likely to make her regain hope."

"Although I have arranged for someone to rob her halfway, in order to prevent Terry from finding you again, and based on the conversation between you that I have monitored, you will most likely appear in the club again, so you must become part of the tragedy."

"Add bricks and tiles to Terry's road to losing her belief in survival!"

Wu Heng laughed when he heard this. This is really an interesting reason.

"It seems that I am really in the way. My question is, what is your name?"

"Majid Henry."

"Very good, Henry, since we are filming a program, there must be an audience and benefits. You have said so much, are you waiting for your audience to save you?"

Wu Heng looked at the open space on the side of the bedroom and said indifferently:

"You have been watching for so long, don't you plan to save him?"

"Or, do you think all this in front of you is a drama?"

After he finished speaking, there was still no movement in the bedroom, as if there were only Wu Heng and the middle-aged man here.

"Since you like to watch it so much, then I will direct a play."

"Use him as the opening sacrifice ceremony!"

Wu Heng moved his mind, hooked the slightly fat middle-aged man's snake mouth hook, and suddenly pulled it back with force, and the middle-aged man's head was pulled off.

The snake body dissipated, and the head fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

Then, three more poisonous snakes sprang out from Wu Heng's left palm. These snakes extended to the empty space of the bedroom on the other side.

The snakes danced in the air, and the poisonous snakes that could destroy immortality dragged out three human figures in the air.

These three people changed their positions silently just now, and they still thought that Wu Heng was bombing them.

Puff puff puff!

The three snakes penetrated and sewed the limbs of the three people just like before.

They appeared from the air, about 2 meters tall, with a strong body, lizard-like gray skin, a crab-like face, and four fluorescent green eyes on the forehead.

"How can you see us!"

The three non-human creatures who were excited when they saw the death of the slightly fat middle-aged man,

now, the smiles have been stagnant on their faces, and then turned into painful and unbelievable expressions.

"Non-human races like to read stories, especially sad, painful, and bloody stories. There are also directors who specially direct human stories for you so that you can have stories to read."

"It seems that you are the Jai-Wai race!"

Wu Heng did not answer their questions, but looked back and forth at the appearance of the three people, combined with their behavior, and expressed his guess.

According to some worldview records he had read in his previous life, this race has "divinity".

Every once in a while,

they will come to the human world in different forms, sometimes as humans, sometimes as animals, and sometimes as other things.

The purpose of their coming to the human world is very simple-to read stories.

This race generally does not personally interfere in the human world unless there are special circumstances,

because according to them,

that would defile and destroy them.

But it does not prevent them from finding humans as tools. As for being able to extend their lifespan in return, this thing is a reward that most people cannot refuse.

"How can you know so much about the information of our race? There is no record in human books at all, and humans cannot know it." The Jai-Wai people on the left said in shock, holding back the pain.

"Then do you think I look like a human?" Wu Heng asked with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Jiawo on the left blurted out: "By the way, you are not a human, so you know!"

"Wrong answer."

With a puff, the head of that Jiawo was torn off by the snake head and lost its breath.

This change instantly frightened the two Jiawo on the side. Their earthy gray skin turned dark gray, which was a manifestation of great fear.

So what if they have "divinity",

They don't have the benefit of being resurrected by Leviathan like the hell monks, and they are really dead when they die.

"I am not interested in your stories and directors, but I know you are picky about stories."

"A story about a gold digger and a scumbag is not enough to attract three Jiawo to watch it together. Oh, no, now there are two."

"Tell me, why are you here?"

Wu Heng was a little puzzled. Ordinary people's stories would not attract three people, but if they could predict that Wu Heng would come here, or that Nailhead would be resurrected here,

or were they waiting to see Nailhead's killing performance, this was also an unlikely thing.

Wu Heng believed that they did not have the ability to predict the future.

"We came here to watch the show, of course." Jiawo in the middle said.

"To watch a show where a girl experiences the sufferings of the world, and in despair, sacrifices herself, summons disasters, and kills humans." Jiawo on the right added immediately after seeing Wu Heng's expression turn cold.

"What disasters do you mean?" Wu Heng asked again.

The disaster that happened here would only be the resurrection of the nail head and the killing spree.

But this was because he had foresight, so he knew about it. How did these three people know about it?

Is there anyone who can predict the future in this plot world?

Predicting the future is definitely not something that ordinary power can do. There are too many things involved, and it is even countless times more difficult than destroying the entire world.

"It refers to the remaining part of the Aad Ouroboros."

"My human director, the middle-aged man just now, summoned us and said that he found a seal in the New York underground sewer. He threatened that he would make a big wave and invited us to watch."

"He wants to direct a killing tragedy about extraordinary power in exchange for 300 years of life."

"I agreed to his request and called two friends. If the performance is successful, we will give him a hundred years of life each."

The two Jiawo people, one by one, said the purpose of their trip in detail.

When Wu Heng heard this name, he was shocked.

In this world, there is a place that is the starting point of all things and the source of all things.

It is called the origin, also known as the Sea of ​​Dreams.

It was first discovered by the ancient Greek philosopher Plato, who called it Atlantis and passed it down in the form of a code.

There are also many creatures, plants and animals and civilizations in the origin, which is the yearning of many people.

But about the Aad Ouroboros,

it is the darkest existence on the other side of the Sea of ​​Dreams, a collection of all corruption, darkness and fear.

It does not have a specific form or distinction between specific individuals.

They or it are like a huge wall of flesh that can drown everything passing by.

The inside of the Ouroboros is countless infinite loops, which is why its name includes "Ouroboros", which means infinite loops, transformation, but never destruction.

It appears in different forms and in different cultures, and has many code names.

Among the identities that appear in the human world, there are two names that have been used: Satan and the Old One.

Wu Heng recalled the information about the Ouroboros.

He suddenly remembered that in the comics, there was a hybrid of a human and a human from the origin. The other party had summoned the Ouroboros part to the human world and wanted to destroy the world.

Although it was stopped in the end, it is not certain that humans really sent all the remnants of Satan back to the Sea of ​​Dreams. After all, it is immortal.

"Where is the seal?"

When Wu Heng heard this disappearance, he immediately calculated in his heart.

He has always wanted to enter the Sea of ​​Dreams, but he has no chance.

Because the requirements for entering the Sea of ​​Dreams are a bit too harsh, there is only one way to open the road to the origin from the human world, that is, to obtain skills.

Skills are something that

Nailhead only obtained after betraying Leviathan in the later period. After he obtained the skills, he became as big as the earth.

Even if Wu Heng wanted to plan, he had to wait until the plot time.

But with this opportunity, there might be a way to reduce the difficulty of entry.

By the way, it can also add burdens to the resurrected nailhead.

After all, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.

"We can take you to find the location, but please let us go. We can promise that we will not come to the real world to make stories again within a thousand years." The two Jiawo pleaded.

"No bargaining!"

Wu Heng instantly controlled the snake body to shrink, and their necks were instantly pulled straight, and the necks made a crackling sound. If they applied more force, the necks and heads would be separated.

Wu Heng controlled the two people with the snake body connected to his palm, like a puppet with strings, asking them to constantly point out the direction.