Chapter 220 Aging and Youth

Chapter 220 Aging and Youth

The moth phase in his heart revived again, and old Michaelis's weakened body, which absorbed the nutrients of flesh and blood and turned it into lamp-burning oil due to the lamp phase, seemed to burst out with wild vitality again.

However, this is not enough. His body has been ravaged by the disputes between lamps and moths for so many years. Even though Faris would go to the town from time to time to harvest the lives of lonely old people and cook with the still fresh vitality. Even a nourishing meal cannot make up for the damage caused to the body by the aftermath of the sexual struggle.

The position of the light in the skull that the lamp phase had just sensed still remained in old Michaelis's mind. He knew that even if he no longer continued to display the strong light, those weak young esoteric cultists would not be able to completely escape from the lamp so quickly. Wake up from the influence of phase.

And through the previously observed distribution of light within the skull, he could detect at a glance that the ritual array used by this group of young esoteric cultists when they invaded was the crossroad ritual that all followers of the Twins of the Sea must learn.

This can be said to be the most basic low-level ritual. It can't even attract the attention of Si Chen's immortals. It's just because the array of the crossroad ritual exactly matches some of the powers of the Twins of the Sea that it has special powers. .

This also proves that this group of invading esoteric cultists are followers of the Twins of the Sea, which also means that they must have one of the three types of esoteric aspects of the cup moth.

And whether it’s the heart phase of vitality, the sweet and delicious cup phase, or the wild and passionate moth phase...the flesh and blood that contains the power of these three types of secret sexual phases are the nourishment that Old Michaelis urgently needs right now. Taste!

As long as I can successfully swallow the flesh and blood of one of them and absorb the power contained in digestion, my body will surely be able to quickly plump up and regain the vitality of my youth! ! !

Due to the end of the lamp phase and the loss of the suppression of mechanical reason, Old Millis' desire for the moth phase and the cup phase was completely aroused. At this moment, he only felt that his stomach was rumbling fiercely, and the proliferating granules were roaring with hunger. Thirst, even the aging moth residing in the skull is whispering words of temptation.

Maybe it's because the behavior of skin and flesh escaping from the body just now coincides with the moth's abandonment. Maybe the light phase that sticks to reason is injured, or maybe it's because the youth moth's offensive has inspired the aging moth's ferocity... At this moment The whisper of the moth reverberating in old Michaelis's head was unusually vibrating, far more alluring than the whispers of the previous night.

The whisper in his head, as soft as the breeze and as thick as the moonlight, forced him to give up his reason, his fear of the night office, his task of raising sheep in the town, and he killed without scruples and spread his desires without any scruples. with fear!

Old Michaelis suddenly felt that the words of the intracranial moth were very reasonable, as if he was expressing his long-suppressed feelings - Fuck the night office! Wait until the sheep are fattened before you kill them! Today I must fully release the desire and hunger that have been suppressed for eighteen years!

"First, swallow all the little guys in front of me, and then completely absorb the nutrients from Faris's bones, so that my withered body can regain its former strength... Then I can rush into the town unscrupulously and feed those who have been raised so well. All the fat and white sheep were slaughtered cleanly, and their hearts and blood were collected to arrange a gluttonous ritual, so that my cup-like appetite could grow even more!"

"As long as the cup phase can be promoted to the fourth level, with the cooperation of the cup and the moth, the annoying lamp phase will be completely suppressed."

"At that time, my mind will be able to maintain the heartfelt freedom it has now. This sense of freedom after breaking away from the shackles of rationality - it is really refreshing!!!"

"Such a great method, why haven't I thought of it for so many years?!"

"But...why did I want to leave those people who were storing food alive?"

Old Michaelis stumbled forward and ran forward while still having room to carry out his wandering reverie. Because the window in his skull had been shattered and blinded, he was also able to usher in the freedom of liberating his vision. Without vision, he would be free. free of visual constraints.

With the help of his remaining sense of hearing, smell, taste and touch, he can also feel the colorfulness of the cold world. The cold wind blowing against his face is mixed with the taste of blood, and the six-sided snowflakes that hit his skin with the wind make a crashing sound. The sound of the sound and the condensation of the splashing snowflakes made my skin tremble slightly. It was an indescribable and idiosyncratic hunger and thirst impulse!

There was another scream of a firearm, but this time old Michaelis had already bent his arms to block the head. Although the strange-shaped bullet with a sharp blade directly penetrated the flesh and blood of the arm, it cleverly passed through the ulna and the head. The gap in the radius passes through.

But when it landed on his face, its power was inevitably weakened and its direction was deflected. It did not successfully hit the eye socket and penetrate into the skull. It was only embedded deeply in the facial bones and did not damage the brain at all.

"The sharpness of the blade on this bullet has become dull, and there is no moth-like magic attached to it..."

The bullet wound on old Michaelis' arm was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the pink flesh sprouts squirmed to fill the gap.

So he still had room for imaginative thinking, "No! Why did Little John's moth-like magic just now make my body unable to help but practice abandonment?!"

"At that time, the abominable lamp phase still dominated my thinking, and the power of the lamp phase was still at its peak. Even my flesh and blood was flowing with the coldness and ruthlessness of the lamp phase... But why could the moth phase magic power of that boy John be able to shake my life body, ignore the lamp phase power remaining in my flesh and blood, and directly cause the flesh and blood that should be extremely strong in the secret power to flee in fear?!" "Could it be..." Even though old Mikalis's eyes were completely blind, he still unconsciously raised his head slightly in this surprising mental turmoil, as if he wanted to look far ahead with his empty eye sockets. He felt the smell of rotten wood floating in the wind, and he knew that the damn boy John was hiding behind the rotten sprouting corpse. Old Michaelis couldn't help but think in his heart: "Could it be that this kid John's moth phase has also reached the fourth level?! Otherwise, it is impossible that just a random shot, the attached moth phase magic power can induce my life body to practice the principle of abandonment uncontrollably!" "But if that kid has really reached the level of the fourth-level moth phase, why didn't he just force his way into the Gaowell Hotel?" "Such a young fourth-level secret disciple is a powerful enemy that I, who am dying, and Faris can't guarantee that we can definitely defeat together." "But he didn't do that, but chose to lurk and wait, and join forces with these weak guys... What is his real purpose?" "Unless... this kid John can't drive and use his moth phase power at will!" "He must be suffering from a special secret disease like me!" Old Michaelis felt that he had deduced the real answer under the guidance of the flapping wings of the moth in his skull. He couldn't help but feel complacent. It seems that although his mind has been immersed for so many years, it has not completely rusted. "The moth-phase masters who have reached the fourth level but cannot exert their full strength... are simply a nourishing meal that comes to my doorstep!!!"

Old Michaelis's mouth unconsciously raised an arc of ecstasy, "As long as I can completely devour this fourth-level moth-phase feast, my moth-phase that has been hungry for many years will definitely grow again!!!"

"Perhaps... I can also use this to truly get rid of the dispute between the lamp and the moth, regain my lost health, regain my strength, and take back the ancient books treasured by our family from the damn Night Shift Bureau!"

Old Michaelis became more and more excited as he thought about it, and even the pain that penetrated his metacarpal bones seemed to become pleasant. Although his body was old, it was much stronger than that of ordinary people. Even though he paid the price of three gunshot wounds, making his face completely bloody, he finally approached the 30-yard range of the group of weak secret disciples. The fragrance of blood in the air hit his face with the cold wind, as if he could lick the familiar sweetness with just his tongue.

He immediately burst into a series of crazy laughter, and the magic power of the moth phase also spread along with the piercing laughter, causing the food that was about to wake up from the influence of the lamp phase to fall into the vibration of the soul again.

The wild chaotic buzzing that was enough to extinguish the rationality of mortals resounded in the minds of the people of the Crossroads Cult. The light in the skull that had just regained stability flickered violently again, but this strange flicker was not a symbol of enthusiastic thinking activities, but more like a desperate cry for help from a dying person! ! !

Qi Ren Liduo finally gave up the original disgusting behavior of expanding the back hole, and turned to work hard on his nostrils. The finger stained with blood and filth was deeply inserted into the nostril, digging and exerting force outwards. The skin of the nose wing was hooked and pulled down by him, and the foul-smelling blood dripped along his fingers onto his lips.

Hehe, I am so stupid. Why should I use force on the already extremely elastic back hole? Even if it expands to the size of a fist, the power of opening the opening that can be obtained is extremely limited. But if I can open the nostrils that are only the thickness of a finger to the size of a fist, wouldn’t I be able to gain more power of opening the opening!

The winter man still lay in the snow, continuing to let the cold penetrate into his bones, and driving the magic power of the winter phase to control the tiny snow particles to flow into the seven orifices... I must forget breathing and heartbeats, and devote my whole body and mind to absolute silence.

If I can feel the pain of dying, I must understand the winter phase more deeply. Only by experiencing the pain of ending and passing away can I truly understand the mystery of the winter phase and know and appreciate the road to absolute silence.

The mothman, whose self-mutilation movements were originally stiff and slow, resumed his behavior of peeling his own skin. Now he had completely pulled out all his hair and was groping on his bloody head, looking for the crack that had just been left, intending to peel off the skin from the beginning.

The gray-green plants in the sprouting corpse suddenly jumped out, directly abandoning the broken corpse body, jumping on the cold snow, and the swollen corpse suddenly shrank, and then quickly melted like black ice.

After losing the cover of the mortal corpse, the gray-green plants soon withered and turned into a group of dry tree roots that slowly rolled down the cliff, and the consciousness in them had already returned to Mansu.

The broken bones of the broken corpse finally couldn't bear it, and they collapsed and fell inch by inch, like a soldier taking off pieces of armor, the host corpse melted, and the creatures from the other world returned to their original Mansu.

Only the lantern person Melanie had the most ferocious reaction. She felt as if her brain had been hit with a heavy hammer. She held her head in her hands and rolled on the ground, crying and wailing in pain.

The aging moth smiled contentedly. It raised its head and looked at the only young mothman who had not fallen down with its black hole-like eyes. The depths of the eye holes seemed to be shining with a bloodthirsty evil light.

However, the pale moth only chuckled and vibrated its scales.

"Finally it's just you and me."