"Release the anger in your heart!"

A sound that seemed to be the roar of a wild beast came from Ramammujam's ears, and in the face of such a strange situation. Ramammu Jamam immediately struggled to raise his head.

He was looking for the source of the voice, as he was sure that the agents who were trying to extract confessions from him were not making such noises. The voice came so close that it felt like it was coming out of my own throat. But would you make such a noise yourself? Rama Mujam already had the answer in his heart, and this answer made him suddenly feel even more weird and frightened.

"Who's who, who's talking!"

As the saying goes, don't do bad things in your life, and you are not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night. Rama Mujam clearly contradicts this statement, and he has done too many bad things, whether it is killing his teammates or massacring civilians in Mumbai. All of these can be said to be evil, damned. He himself understood this, so when such a supernatural event appeared around him, his heart immediately jumped in horror.

In this case, he didn't even care about the punishment that was about to be inflicted on him. Instead, he yelled so loudly into the air around him.

And his shouting scared the agents. They thought they had been discovered, so they immediately turned their guns behind them. But when they found that there was nothing there, a sense of teasing irritation came over them.

"Shut his mouth and don't let him continue to talk this boring nonsense. Procrastinating for time? How much time do you think you can procrastinate! ”

The lead agent said to Rama Mujam angrily, but Rama Mujam didn't care about what he said at all. He had already put all his attention on the voice in his ear. And that voice was speaking to him now.

"Release the anger in your heart, release your tyranny and ferocity! Look at these people around you, they already see you as prey, they want to rip your flesh apart, bite your bones, and devour your internal organs. If you continue to be so indifferent, you can only be devoured alive by them little by little. Do you want to be like that? Do you want to be killed by them and take everything that belongs to you? Tell me the answer, Rama Mujam. Forest! Tell me, what are you going to do! ”

"What do you want me to do?" Gagged, Ramammoujam could only barely make a whimpering sound from his throat. And such a voice did not confuse the being lurking around him. He let out a horrible hoarse laugh and then spoke word by word to Rama Mujam.

"I want you to let go of yourself, I want you to let go of the limits of your anger and beastliness. Put aside all that senseless rationality and surrender your body to your instincts. Only then will you be able to save yourself. Only then will you be able to get back everything that belongs to you from these guys with your own hands. Come, Rama Mujam, do as I say. Do you have more options at this time? ”

This strange request did not make Ramammoujam feel any more excited, but only made his heart even more afraid. Because such a request really doesn't look like something that some good kind would propose. And if you do what he says without caring about anything, then you are likely to put yourself in a very terrible situation.

So, even though the agents had begun to inflict a great deal of pain on him, he was already screaming and screaming incessantly. But he still didn't do what the voice said. Even at this time, he still struggled to ask such a question to the voice.

"What the hell are you? What exactly do you want from me? ”

"Are you still in the mood to care about this now? Look around you and see what they're doing to you. You are so indifferent to them, and you are so careless about me? Good, since that's the case. Then you can taste the pain slowly. If you can still be as adamant as you are with me in their hands, I'll tell you who I really am! ”

Saying this jokingly, the voice was already slowly muffled. At this time, Rama Mujam immediately felt the terrifying pain coming from his body. His knuckles, his bare flesh, had been brutally torn and sliced open by the agents. The agents were using professional methods to stimulate the nerves in his body. And this kind of stimulating action is constantly bringing him painful torture.

At this time, Rama Mujam already had a feeling that life was worse than death. The constant pain from his nerves had already made him uncontrollable weeping. He couldn't control the natural reactions of his body, nor could he control the despair and anger in his heart. Especially when the head of the agent looked at him like this, and said with a contemptuous look on his face that he would break his arm, this despair and anger suddenly erupted like a volcano.

At this time, he no longer cares about the consequences or consequences. Having a choice between being tortured to death by these agents and being reduced to the clutches of an unknown being, he has chosen the latter desperately.

"Okay, I'll listen to you. Unleash anger, bestiality. If you want me to do it, I'll do it! As long as you can get me to stop this, as long as you can get me to get rid of these damn bastards. Whatever it is, I'll do what you say. Come on, let me see what you can do for me! ”

Struggling to shout such a voice from within, Rama Mujam had already let go of his control over his reason. And just when he completely let go of control, bursts of rampant laughter had already reached his ears one after another.

"That's right, that's it, that's it. Let go of your body and mind and leave the rest to me. I can assure you that these people will pay for their actions, and they will have to die! ”

Darkness flooded Ramamujam's vision like a tidal wave, and flames swept through his mind like a tsunami. In a short period of time, Ramammujam had completely lost control of his body, and in his place, the black tight-fitting armor on his body wriggled as if it were alive, enveloping him all over.

An unimaginable thing happened in front of all the agents. They watched as Rama Mujam, who was powerless to resist, suddenly seemed to be possessed by divine power, and directly threw the two agents who were pressing on him out like throwing sandbags. At the same time, a dark black layer spread out from his torso like a stream of water.

It was like a soft mud thing, it was supposed to be a dead thing, but when it wriggled it, it gave the illusion of life. And in this special wriggling, the black soft mud had quickly spread over Ramammujam's limbs and head, and completely wrapped his whole body.

This is a situation that looks terrible, because Rama Mujam, who is completely wrapped in black, can easily give the illusion that he is about to suffocate. It was impossible to suffocate or something, though, because the soft mud quickly turned into a veil of breathability after wrapping around his skull. While it became thinner and lighter, it slowly became abstract from the base of a human head. It looks like the head of a monster, revealing hideous eyes and mouth.

Just by looking at his appearance, he already has the capital to be feared. And his capital is much more than that. As the part of the skull took on the form of a monster, Ramammujam's wrapped hands and feet became the huge claws of a wild beast.

Because of the initial torture, Ramammujam's fingers and arms have been twisted into strange angles. However, under this layer of black ooze, these injuries that should have been very serious were suddenly no longer enough to cause trouble.

The fingers, the joints, soon made a tooth-aching crackling sound under the wrapping and movement of the tight soft mud. They were completely corrected, and although the process was inevitably painful, it eventually led to a satisfactory result.

Faced with such a result, Rama Mujam, who had transformed into a monster, howled like a beast, and then directly reached out and grabbed an agent next to him who was stunned by his change.

The huge claws snapped together as if they were crushing an egg, and the agent's head was directly pinched. Looking at the blood and brains flowing from his palms, Ramammujam, who had transformed into a monster, let out a sinister laugh, and at the same time stretched out his black snake-like tongue and licked these things vigorously.

"Human flesh and blood! It's a taste I haven't tasted in a while! ”

Wrapping these things into the mouthpiece with its tongue, the monster makes such a sound. Hearing this, all the agents went crazy and shot at him desperately. Of course, this doesn't serve much purpose.

Huang Chengcheng's bullet hit his body, as if it had lost kinetic energy, and stopped in front of the black skin. In the face of such a weak attack, the monster was already chuckling, and pounced on the agents like black lightning.

He was a natural hunter, an existence that gathered the genes of countless terrifying creatures. Facing a group of agents who are just ordinary people in such an identity is actually a doomed thing. Death, and destruction. It's the only thing he can do, and it's the only thing he can do well. And now, he's already running with them!