Chapter 252 Strange Bird Quack
Watson slowly walked down the steps and disappeared into the shadows in the corner of the hospital.
At this time, his mind was still thinking about the scene in the dean's office just now. Compared with the polite dealings with Winfreth, his attention was more focused on the strange bonsai on the other party's desk.
In the moth's field of vision, the dazzling golden fruit condensed in the emerald pine tree trunk is about to mature. The surface of the fruit seems to be swollen to the point of bursting. The viscous fruit juice slowly cuts across the crystal skin, and seems to be about to drip down. The soil is dark red with some dried blood.
Tick--
When the Yaojin Fruit Liquid dripped onto the dark red soil, it made a crisp sound as if it were dripping a solid substance, as if it were falling from the finest bone china.
As a result, the splashing fruit juice bloomed like a blooming flower. In the center of the flower, hundreds of ferocious skeletons could be seen roaring in despair, like evil spirits from a cruel hell, waving their thin bone claws and clawing desperately at the surroundings, as if they wanted to. To take other innocent lives and let them feel the pain they have suffered... Why, why can you live happily in the world, but we are forced to endure that inhumane experiment... We are not willing to do so! ! !
However, the desperate roar of the ferocious skeletons seemed to stir up Watson's perception so much that tiny ripples appeared in the air. The ripples that spread in circles finally broke into his face and broke into his nose.
That extremely rich fragrance of life seems to be able to arouse the primitive hunger of every cell in Watson's body. Every cell is screaming thirst and hunger heart-breakingly, screaming and struggling to transcend the consciousness of the brain. Control, directly control the body to grab the vivid golden fruit, bite it hard, suck the desperate and wailing evil ghosts unscrupulously, chew their struggles, their pain and their fears.
At that time, Watson almost couldn't help but want to swallow a mouthful of thirsty saliva. Even his flesh and blood seemed unable to restrain himself from breaking away from the shackles of his body and pounced directly to bite the golden fruit filled with the original desire for life—— His excitement when facing Winfrey was not just due to his acting skills, but his physical body was already uncontrollably excited.
It wasn't until he left the dean's office that he no longer felt the alluring golden fruit. Watson's body regretfully settled down, and the moth scales all over his skull slowly converged back into his skinny wings - he was now Become more and more proficient in how to use moth magic to disguise yourself.
After being promoted to the third level, the intracranial moth once again fed him various secret techniques, including multiple templated disguise examples, which were enough for his soul to take on the appearance of a natural mothman and a natural cup. A series of soul-quality talents such as human beings, natural heart people, and natural blade people, this false disguise is as tenacious as the night, and even the arrogant glow cannot stop the arrival of the night.
However, Watson did not expect that Winfrey would actually arrange a place for him in the promotion ceremony. He originally thought it was just a random drawing of the other party... I have never experienced such a promotion ceremony. It is a time-honored ritual, and it is indeed time to learn how to improve the cultivators' cultivation, which will surely come in handy in the future.
But this ceremony is scheduled for tomorrow night... and according to the plan he agreed with Charlotte Holmes in the afternoon, tomorrow night is exactly the time when the extermination operation will be launched!
Looks like I'll have to adjust the details of my plan a little.
Watson thought about the details in his mind, and slowly returned to his dormitory room, lying on his back on the bed, his consciousness seemed to have fallen into the deepest level of sleep, and even the rhythm of his heartbeat became extremely gentle.
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Remote bends, fetid streams, thick darkness.
However, deep in the dense grass, there is an old warehouse where supernatural events once occurred.
There are still traces of burnt bones on the ground leading to the warehouse, and the wet river soil seems to be mixed with some kind of suspicious bone-white powder. Those who don't know whether to live or die have even picked it up deep in the grass roots. There were several strange warheads that were dented but had hideous thorns. The inside of the shriveled metal stained with dark red blood seemed to harbor a tempting devil.
A certain no-holds-barred curiosity hunter even tied the shriveled warhead he picked up with a string stained with wolf blood, and wore it around his neck as a mysterious necklace that could inspire courage... And it turned out that this did indeed work. As a result, during that time, the curiosity hunter only felt that the wild courage was aroused in his heart, and his calves no longer trembled when he followed the curiosity hunting association he joined to explore those weird and terrifying places.
During those nights, he charged at the forefront of the expedition, kicking over the old shabby furniture that had accumulated thick dust, crushing the dry and decaying unknown skeletons, stepping on the suspicious formations drawn with oil and wax, and crushing those that once contained blood. The bowls, cups and cups... This fearless feeling fascinated him deeply and gave him blind confidence, as if he contained ambition and vast power that could overturn everything.
Such blind confidence did not last long, because when the curiosity hunter was tipsy at a bar party, he met a local gang leader. Encouraged by alcohol and the necklace, he It was as if he could hear whispers encouraging him to fight bravely echoing in his ears, which encouraged him to walk towards the little leader who was drinking alone, and punched him hard in the surprised eyes of his companions.
"Hey, pay me back the money you robbed me of before—"
These were the last words of this curiosity hunter's life. Before he could finish his words, the little boss picked up a beer glass and hit him on the head.
Recently, the owner of the tavern was worried about the frequent disputes and fights that broke out in the store, resulting in extremely serious damage to the tableware in the store. He had no choice but to listen to the introduction of the tigress at home and purchase a batch of cheap ones from the yellow skin in Limehouse District. New cups.
Hey, don’t tell me, these oriental products are indeed quite strong. They won’t break if hit on the head. They even seem to be harder than the skull... That coward Coles’ head was broken by a cup. Blood flow, fainting directly...what did you say? Coward Coles died directly? ! What a bad luck, take him out quickly and throw him away, don't forget to search for all the money on him first!
After this incident, curious people all believed that the necklace around the neck of the coward Coles was cursed, and no one dared to approach this river bend or the row of rusty and dark red warehouses.
However, in the past two days, a young man who was not afraid of death arrived. He crossed the treacherous ground, walked through the deep grass, pried open the small door of the dilapidated warehouse, and lived directly in.
In the darkness, this young man was sitting on the ground wiping his ancestral sharp dagger. The ground was littered with all kinds of debris, which were props he used to practice close combat. According to his father, I was because of This mission suffered an excessive amount of moth phase influence, which caused a separation between the spirit and the body. The combat skills that were deeply engraved in the depths of my mind could no longer be used skillfully. They had to be re-exercised. Practice to solidify muscle memory!
So he had been studying hard during this period. Occasionally when he was hungry or thirsty, he would use the cover of night to go to the surrounding neighborhoods to find those vicious gang members to fill his stomach, and by the way, he also plundered some simple firearms and property.
The young man stabbed the dagger directly through the current wooden stake. The moment he drew the dagger, he violently stirred the waist-thick wooden stake into a ball of splintered wood chips.
He slowly wiped the non-existent sawdust residue on the dagger. He felt as if he had regained the familiarity he had felt before. When he used the dagger, it seemed like an extension of his arm... It was truly a treasured dagger handed down from our ancestors. It felt like it was used It’s like they are connected by blood!
The young man touched his somewhat shriveled belly and felt as if he was hungry again. As expected, ordinary mortals with ordinary flesh are not resistant to hunger at all. The flesh and blood of the secret messenger is the best to satisfy hunger... I don't know when my father will be finished. I'm really greedy.
Ga——
Perhaps the young man's father also sensed what he was thinking. In the darkness, the ugly and deformed one-eyed flesh-winged monster bird suddenly let out a croak. A different spirituality seemed to be flowing in the turbid big round pupils. The sharp bird's beak opened and closed with a click, and it actually spit out human words!
"Sebastian, there has been a change of action, you will go first——"