“NO!”

The dazzling blue flame suddenly jumped up. In just a blink of an eye, the hot red flame completely covered the ball of "water ball", and immediately turned into a true fireball!

God, such a fireball of 700 to 800 degrees Celsius has no support around it, and it just hangs in the air and burns. The strangeness of the situation can shock anyone.

Anyone included Eddie. Even though he had seen the power of the "devil" before, the deterrent power of the fruit knife was really impossible to compare with this scene at this moment, especially immediately afterwards, the large fireball quickly extended. Under the control of unknown and visually unseen power, a reduced version of the fire dragon appeared vividly in front of Eddie.

Stunned, dumbfounded, silent...

This is the adjective that best expresses Eddie's expression at this time. Please forgive him. He has not completely believed in God in this life, but from now on, God may still not exist, but the power of the devil must exist in this world.

The fire dragon, which was made of flames, swam in the factory like a lively fish, and was full of spiritual movements. People who were unaware of it would really think that this fire dragon had life. However, the fire dragons, which were exactly formed by gasoline combustion, suddenly split from it after several cruising, forming two fire lines and colliding with each other.

Now it’s not a fire dragon, that’s... how to describe a person?

A human form made of flames?

Eddie was tripped again by the screws under her feet in a panic. He saw the flaming human figure in horror, and his face gradually became clear. Even if he did not reach the level of exquisiteness, he could roughly distinguish his facial features.

The two corners with threaded barbs on their heads and a pair of fire-eyed fins growing behind them. They looked down at Eddie on the ground from a high point and slowly stretched out his right hand.

demon!

What is it to say that this is not a demon?

Holding his breath, cold sweat kept flowing down from his forehead, feeling the hot air coming from the fire man, Eddie hurriedly moved back a few meters, nervously not even noticed anything he was shouting in his mouth.

Fortunately, the time for gasoline to burn is limited. After a while, the fireman floating in the air gradually faded away. Only the smell of gasoline that was not dissipated was still proving that everything I saw just now was not an illusion.

Lu Yuan, who was far away in another world, nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that the control and influence of this kind of mind power nature also increased significantly after the **, and the liquid such as gasoline was being controlled more accurately, thus creating the image of a hot man.

If this is the case, there will be more tests for the development and research of this ability. Lu Yuan has already come up with several ideas at this moment. This Eddie is an important pawn to realize his ideas. Compared to developing NZT-48 in the real world, I don’t know how many difficulties it will take. It is better to use Eddie to find out the real murderer behind the scenes in the world of "Never End", and then improve NZT-48 in this world and find a way to control side effects. This is definitely a better way.

He was still thinking there, Eddie in the opposite world had already climbed up from the ground in panic, and ran out of the factory in a panic, regardless of the phone falling from the ground.

Lu Yuan shook his head. Before Eddie was eating NZT, he was really not very different from ordinary people. He even had a more useless life ability. He ate his girlfriend's soft rice, and in the end he couldn't even bear to see his girlfriend and left him directly. If it weren't for NZT changing his fate, this guy's fate would have been very miserable... But in comparison, Lu Yuan himself seemed to be unable to say his second brother?

In short, you have to continue to exercise for Eddie, otherwise don’t just play it to death. Lu Yuan cannot predict how much changes the world of "Never End" will happen. If you lose the protagonist and cannot influence the world again, the plan will fail.

“Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo…”

The sound of a rumbling motorcycle engine suddenly came from outside the factory. Eddie, who had just run to the factory door, looked at more than a dozen big men riding heavy motorcycles driving in from outside the factory, wearing black leather jackets and tattoos on his arms, screaming and laughing wildly, and you can tell at a glance that it is not a normal person.

New York, an international metropolis with a population of nearly tens of millions, is not as beautiful as outsiders imagine. Under its glamorous side, there are countless illegal immigrants and criminals. In communities that middle class and upper class disdain, sometimes even the police dare not patrol alone, which shows its terribleness.

Eddie has seen these guys who like to ride heavy motorcycles and roar by at night. A poor black man was hit on the back of the head by these guys who were whizzing from behind, a pair of iron pliers, and his head was trapped in.

Lawless, in these poor communities without surveillance cameras, black people died, and even the police were too lazy to pay attention to it. It would be even better if the bodies could be cleaned up and poured into the river. There was no need to clean up the bodies.

"Chichi..."

When a motorcycle was first braked, a dozen of them rushed forward and rushed into the factory. They quickly surrounded Eddie as the center. The man wearing sunglasses smiled grimly and said, "Hehe, man, why did you enter our territory?"

The smokey woman with purple hair dyed behind the man, lay lazy on the man's shoulders, staring at Eddie curiously.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, I didn't want to enter your territory, it's just some reason...so..."

Eddie raised his hands and said he had no weapons or malice.

Unfortunately, these people who are going to cause trouble even if they are fine, let alone a stranger who has stepped into their territory.

It was probably the leader of the team. The big man smiled, and the scar on his face rolled up like a centipede. He stared at Eddie maliciously: "I guess you are Mok's subordinate, right... That bastard actually dared to send someone over. I want him to know that I can't let anyone pee on my head, and arrest him for me."

“Oh oh oh…”

A group of people screamed, and amid Eddie's "wait" shouts, he grabbed him, and then dragged his homemade cross from the scrapped equipment. Regardless of Eddie's explanation, he tied his entire person to the cross with iron chains.

"Hahaha."

Looking at Eddie in a messy laughter, these people began to suggest how to torture him.

"I have a way to cut off all his fingers, then put them in a box and give them to Mok, which will definitely make the bastard disgusting for a week."

"What's the disgusting thing about your fingers? Cut his head down and send it over."

There were too many suggestions, which made the leader feel a little worried and shouted: "Shut up all of them!"

The people around him immediately calmed down and looked at the leader to see what he had.

"Do you trash want to lose our face? Mok started playing this kind of thing when he was thirteen. If you do it like you, that bastard will be laughed to death by your stupid behavior."

"So you have to find a new way to play."

The leader licked his lips with a grim smile, "Cut off his thighs, roast them and send them. Who has the best baking skills here?"

"I'll do it."

The woman with extremely strong smoky makeup recommended herself with full of interest.

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you. If it's not delicious, you don't think about getting out of bed."

The bloody conversation that was as if no one else was around showed that these people often did this kind of thing. In fact, when they heard them talking about the name of Mok, Eddie's face turned pale. Mok was a big drug lord in the nearby community and controlled the thickest streets. It is said that even the police could not do anything to him. Forces that could fight against the drug lords could still live well, but he was in trouble no matter how he looked at it.

Hearing the chief's words, the people around him cheered, as if this cruel and bloody thing was very interesting to them, and some even fought for someone to cut off Eddie's thigh.

"Dingding..."

"Um?"

The phone that fell to the ground suddenly made a noise, causing everyone to shift their eyes from Eddie and instead focus on the cement floor behind.

The woman picked up her phone curiously, looked at it, and handed it to the leader.

“areyouready?”

A line of words on the screen made the white man covered in tattoos confused. He held his phone in the backhand and pointed it at Eddie: "Is this your phone?"
Chapter completed!