American comics: Past life exposed, I build a foundation

in the screen.

Lin Lang has arrived at the last"stronghold", which is also the center of the entire house.

Every time he"cleaned" in the past, he would have a more or less nervous, tired look on his face, but this time he only had a calm and collected expression.···

Even a little bit of relaxation.

Three seconds later.

Gunfire rang out

"Our daily bread is given to us today."

Lin Lang brought almost all the silver bullets in his inventory to go all out to deal with this last"stronghold", the first lair!

So he did not save ammunition as before, but opened up his firepower without any scruples, All the emotions were vented to the end!

The usually dead space was now filled with the sound of gunshots, the sound of things colliding, roars, and Lin Lang's prayers

"Forgive us our debts···"

Bang bang bang!

"as we forgive others their debts···"

Bang bang bang!

The silver light from the bullets and the sparks from the collision illuminated the entire space dazzlingly.

Perhaps even Lin Lang himself didn't notice that there was an arrogant sneer on his face, which rarely showed any emotion.

Finally,

Lin Lang was no longer depressed.

He laughed so loudly that the prayer in his mouth took on an indescribable strange taste.

He laughed loudly, shot a monster's head open with his backhand, and opened a glass container tied to his waist. A strong and pungent smell of alcohol spread out.

He waved it and scattered it in the target direction.

This is a narrow-mouth bottle. The mouth of the bottle is very small, and only a small part of it is spilled out. It floats in the air like a transparent ribbon, with a few drops of water scattered behind it.···

This ribbon"falls" slowly from the air, and just below it is a short candle, burning tremblingly.

The moment they came into contact, the transparent ribbon seemed to have been artificially painted a layer of fiery red, and the other end happened to touch the heart pile in the center of the room.

As if a bonfire was lit, the room was instantly illuminated.

The remaining monsters around began to melt and disintegrate, disintegrating into particles invisible to the naked eye, and then dissipated.

The central"bonfire" extinguished after a few minutes, revealing the charred heart in the middle.

Lin Lang looked at the unburned embers for a while, then sat down, and finally lay down on the wooden floor.

Phew~

He breathed a sigh of relief.

The fatigue accumulated for three days came like a tide.

At this moment, he didn't even want to move a finger.

Seeing this, the audience in the live broadcast room breathed a sigh of relief and also jumped for Lin Lang.

"Damn, it's finally over"

"I was so angry that I couldn't even breathe. Lin Lang was so handsome! A silver bullet in one hand and a Bible in the other, a demon hunter can only do so, right?"

"It's a pity that we don't know the condition of the door yet. If the door is also closed, the dust will have settled."

Door?

When this word came into my mind, the live broadcast room where the conversation was in full swing just now seemed to have been suddenly pressed.

Yes!

There is a door!

However, at this moment, the audience was surprised to find that the screen Not only did Lin Lang show no joy at all, but he was talking to himself in a daze.

"Is this the end?"

"It feels like a dream···"

Lin Lang took a deep breath, reluctantly got up and walked a few steps in the room.

However, as he walked, his expression became strange.

He walked aimlessly around the room several times, his steps gradually becoming more rapid, and his hands swinging faster and faster.

Seeing this scene, even the audience can feel an uneasy feeling of fear spreading in their hearts.

"Something is wrong."

Lin Lang raised the camera again and pointed the lens at himself.

At this time, his face was full of lingering doubts and vigilance.

But in the eyes of the audience, nothing changed around him..It

’s still that behemoth, still has no exit, and is still in a state of death.

S.H.I.E.L.D.

"What happened?

Natasha frowned:"I finally broke through hell, but now I'm confused?""

Nick Fury didn't make any sound, but stared at the screen, as if he wanted to find out the source of Lin Lang's uneasiness.

"No, that's not right!"

Nick Fury seemed to have discovered something extraordinary, and said in shock:"Look at the wall!"

At the same time,

Lin Lang, who had just raised his feet and walked a few steps, stopped as if he felt something.

His eyes quickly swept around, and he eliminated many possibilities one by one.

Finally, his eyes stopped The wall in front of him was carved with all kinds of arrogant, twisted and shapeless symbols and patterns.

He had seen it in many rooms before.

But it was different now.

The originally dull reddish-brown color on it was replaced by a dazzling bright red. The color was as bright as blood that had just flowed out!

Lin Langzhong's remaining relaxation immediately dissipated, and his uneasy mood was instantly maximized.

He immediately turned around

"Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil···What?"

Bang!

Gunshots rang out, but silver-plated bullets and prayers seemed to have lost their effect at this moment! At this moment, the hearts of the viewers in the live broadcast room clicked at the same time.

Two doubts filled everyone's brains - why are there demons?

Why···Silver bullets and prayers not working anymore?

In the picture, Lin Lang was avoiding the devil's figure in embarrassment.

Before he could continue to react, he heard the creaking sound of the wooden floor behind him.

When he looked back, the blood in his body suddenly froze, and no one could describe his mood at this time.

Just like the mood of all the viewers in the live broadcast room.

Hundreds of entities appeared, like human-shaped black holes, walking over and surrounding him.

At this moment, despair was like an overwhelming wave, sweeping across Lin Lang and the entire live broadcast room.

God seems to love and joke.

Before Lin Lang had time to be happy about breaking through hell, he once again encountered an existence that was far more terrifying than hell.

Vaguely, everyone seemed to hear Lin Lang's bitter voice:

"It turns out that hell is not connected to heaven, but to another hell?"

It seemed to confirm his words.

Rumble~

The usually dead environment was broken.

The floor was shaking violently, and the sounds of things colliding and breaking were heard from outside the room.

The monsters in the room screamed and moved toward their center. The people walked away.

In the end, they mixed together like liquids, squirming like a ball of ink. Only one face could be seen at the top - the real owner of these monsters - with his eyes closed and a smile on his face.