In Lost Coast, Fatty, nicknamed Red-Headed Shrimp, followed the girl with a bun hair style to the fourth exhibition hall.

There are many people here because mummies are on display here.

Most people's impression of ancient Egypt is of mummies and pyramids, so they naturally want to take a look, but after reading it, they are disappointed.

The dried corpses were ugly, and even the mummies wrapped in bandages had become dirty due to age and weathering.

The red-headed shrimp was not interested in these cultural relics, but he found that the girl with the round head liked them very much. He even took out a sketchbook from the schoolbag he was carrying and began to copy the mummy of an Egyptian pharaoh.

"Haha, a girl who likes corpses? What a coincidence, I like them too!"

The red-headed shrimp licked his tongue and was about to walk over and strike up a conversation, but a boy wearing a yellow windbreaker with long, slightly curly hair got there first.

"Although there are only a few strokes, you have captured its charm!"

The man in the trench coat admired.

Shen Xin glanced at the man, lowered her head and continued drawing. She was a girl who didn't like to talk. She felt that instead of wasting time on chatting, it would be better to use it for thinking.

Only when she thinks about it, Shen Xin will think that she is alive.

The man in the trench coat did not wait for Shen Xin's response. He was not embarrassed. Instead, he liked her more because of her concentration. However, when he wanted to talk further, he was suddenly hit hard on the back.

boom!

The man in the trench coat stumbled forward and hit the isolation belt.

"Miss, are you studying art? Your paintings are very beautiful!"

The red-headed shrimp stood next to Shen Xin, with a smile on his face, and started chatting: "Can you draw me a sketch, I will pay you one million!"

Since becoming a god hunter and making a lot of money, the red-headed shrimp's method of chasing women has become to spend money.

A real millionaire!

Simple and crude.

Of course, if the other party is ignorant, he will be happy to use some violence.

Shen Xin didn't even glance at the fat man, her attitude was cold.

"I'm not lying to you. Come on, add me on WeChat and I'll transfer one million to you!"

The red-headed shrimp looks like he has a lot of money and I am not short of money.

"You are blaspheming art!"

The man in the trench coat turned around and started to accuse. He was not angry because the red-headed shrimp hit him, but he was disgusted with his attitude towards art.

"hehe!"

The red-headed shrimp was happy and looked at the man in the trench coat.

People who dress up like this are either musicians or painters. Anyway, they highlight a decadent beauty, a sense of superiority that makes me sober while everyone else is drunk.

When they are frustrated and their talents and works are not recognized, they always think that it is not that I am not good enough, but that the mediocre people in the world cannot understand and appreciate me.

What the hell?

The red-headed shrimp coughed, then turned toward the man in the windbreaker...

Tui!

A piece of old phlegm spat on the chest of the man in the trench coat.

"Go away!" The red-headed shrimp looked unkind: "I'm trying to pick up girls, what are you talking about? If you keep talking nonsense, I'll twist your head off!"

The man in the trench coat lowered his head and looked at the thick phlegm on the trench coat.

He took out a tissue, wiped the phlegm off his clothes, then took it off and hung it on his left arm.

"This dress was given to me by a friend of mine!"

The man in the trench coat looked calm, but the look in his eyes when he looked at the red-headed shrimp had become very cold.

When people nearby saw the conflict happening here, they were worried about being affected, so they all stepped aside.

"Oh? He is also engaged in art?"

The red-headed shrimp curled his lips and said, "Isn't this a bad taste? You look like an idiot when you wear it."

"When the word art comes out of your mouth, it is simply an insult!"

The man in the trench coat shook his head: "You deserve to die!"

"Ha ha!"

The red-headed shrimp laughed with a arrogant expression. Since he became a divine hunter, many laws have no binding force on him.

So if he wants to kill someone, it's really simple, but if someone else kills him?

Feel sorry!

I'm strong!

The red-headed shrimp crossed his arms and raised his chin towards the man in the windbreaker. The meaning was obvious.

come!

The man in the windbreaker looked at Shen Xin. He didn't care about others, but he was afraid of scaring the girl. But soon, he laughed at himself again.

What is the difference between a girl who can be scared by herself and those ordinary people? There is nothing worth admiring.

So the man in the trench coat looked at the red-headed shrimp, raised his right hand, then put his palm down and pressed hard.

"die!"

An invisible force, like the weight of a mountain, suddenly descended on the red-headed shrimp.

boom!

The red-headed shrimp had a strong sense of crisis. Before he could react, he felt a shock all over his body, and a strong force hit him, and he was slapped down hard.

It felt like being hit by a dump truck falling from the sky and hitting the ground.

The severe pain hit me instantly and then disappeared.

The red-headed shrimp's field of vision was spinning. After a second, he found that he couldn't look around and could only look upward.

"what happened?"

The red-headed shrimp panicked because he found that his hands and feet were completely out of control, like a vegetative person who only had consciousness but could not control his limbs.

Is the opponent a divine hunter?

Am I tainted by the rules?

The red-headed shrimp panicked and wanted to shout to the leader for help, but it could move its mouth but could not make any sound.

The people watching nearby were stunned.

"Is this magic?"

"It should be magic, otherwise how could a person be photographed on the ground?"

"But I haven't heard of any magic show?"

The tourists were talking a lot, all looking at the red-headed shrimp.

The red-headed shrimp that was originally standing turned into a mural as the man in the windbreaker raised his hand and pressed it down, as if it had been rubbed on the floor.

That's right.

The red-headed shrimp man was gone and stuck directly to the ground. His hands and feet were fixed, and only his mouth and eyes could move.

This scene looks so weird and weird.

Shen Xin lowered her head and looked at the red-headed shrimp. A look of surprise appeared on her face. She was not afraid. She even stretched out her right foot and lightly stepped on the red-headed shrimp's head. Then she raised her head and looked at the man in the windbreaker.

"Scared you!"

The man in the trench coat smiled apologetically. He was very satisfied that the girl with the round head did not show any fear. Just when he was about to invite her to have lunch, there were rapid footsteps.

It was the divine hunter sent by the Jiuzhou Security Bureau to maintain law and order. He sensed the fluctuation of divine power and came to check the situation.

"trouble!"

The man in the trench coat sighed in annoyance, and a terrifying power suddenly radiated from his body.

boom!

The tourists around them screamed in agony and fell to the ground one by one, their bodies twisted in pain.

Shen Xin looked at the man in the trench coat in shock!

"I won't hurt you!"

The man in the trench coat smiled slightly. Just as he said this, the bodies of the humans around him began to deform because they were too close to the radiation.

On the skin, fist-sized flesh balls swelled rapidly and became densely packed. Then some flesh balls merged and became larger, and some exploded, with pus and blood flowing out.

Soon, these people turned into deformed monsters about two meters tall.

Some can walk upright, while some have no legs and can only wriggle.
To be continued...