Chapter 303 Ending and Departure
The flesh and blood of a body has almost completely faded away, and the twisted nymph-headed monster with struggling and pulsating organs among the ferocious pale bones can be clearly seen, and the mouthparts like scissors have also begun to move slightly.
"Crack, click, click (we have taken care of Brother Black Moth, and we have also placed the seven esoteric cultists who had been hidden in advance in advance, respectively, back to their original positions, and also reproduced the injuries that were quite serious but not fatal on the spot) ”
"Crack, click, click (but there is something special that I have to report to Brother Black Moth.)"
"Crack, click, click, click." (In the Moth Library mentioned by the Heart Blade Forging boy, we also found a skeleton of the same kind that has been transformed six times. Although the power in the bones has been drained to almost dryness, we can The knowledge has always been engraved in a deeper place... After we have repeatedly confirmed that the secrets remaining inside the bones are still alive, it may help you, Brother Black Moth, to speed up your recovery of strength.)"
"Crack (but according to our guess, that corpse should not be a product of this world. The secret remaining in the bones may involve something deeper. Jie Jie Jie, maybe it was left behind by that person. Maybe there are guidelines.)”
Watson listened to the strange words that only he and the other monsters could understand, and just nodded slightly in silence.
Then he looked up at the soil above his head, and his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the tens of meters of soil to see the officers of the Anti-Suppression Bureau coming and going above.
"It's time for this farce to come to an end. You go prepare for the curtain call."
The monsters, whose host bodies were almost unable to support themselves, looked at each other, recalling Brother Black Moth's beautiful design draft, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
It's just that their weird vocal cords vibrate and resound with laughter, but it's disgustingly monotonous and abominable, echoing in the empty underground hall and making it creepy.
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Silent underground ceremony room.
The seven Crossroads Mystics, who had given up their breathing and heartbeats with Watson's enthusiastic help, were sitting quietly cross-legged around the deep well.
Their skin is more or less missing, or the fleshy texture of their arms is exposed, as if the sleeves were taken off, or the skin of their thighs is curled to the ankles, as if stockings were taken off.
Either the Tianling Cap is exposed to the air like an Indian who has been subjected to a bounty, or the uneven face is obliterated as if it has been rubbed flat with a file... But if you look closely, you will find that the incomplete parts of these seven people seem to form a complete human skin. .
The skin of the left arm, the skin of the right arm, the skin of the left leg, the skin of the right leg, the hair and skin on the top of the head, the skin and edges of the face, the skin of the back... Only a piece of chest skin is missing, which can be stitched into a complete human skin.
If a skilled tailor could completely bridge the jagged gaps between the pieces of skin, a bloody and cruel mottled human form might be inflated with just one blow.
Quietly, Watson, Nello, and Emma had already entered it, standing next to seven horrifying corpses that exuded some weird and grotesque meaning... The nineteen-headed monster with deformed nymphs had disappeared without a trace.
Watson once again put aside the leather vest he had just put on, truly exposing his scarlet chest. He also sat cross-legged in an inconspicuous corner near the deep pit and well.
It wasn't until this mutilated breastskin man joined that this wild and bloody solemn ceremony was finally completed.
Eight endlessly molting bodies sit cross-legged by the well with scary smiles on their faces, each occupying the eight directions of east, southeast, south, southwest, west, northwest, north and northeast. It's like being protected from all directions, and it's also like being an eight-way human pillar.
They all lowered their heads slightly, staring into the dark puddle that looked like a bottomless abyss. They seemed to want to understand the mystery of the shadows at the bottom of the well, and they seemed to want to plunge into the well.
Watson exhaled a turbid breath and said lightly: "Let's do it."
After receiving the order, Nello Bacchus stepped forward after hearing the sound. He came behind Commander Watson, took out the third-order sharp blade taken from the material secret warehouse, and pointed it directly at the back of Watson's head. Strike it!
The right sharp silver light flashed past, splitting Watson's scalp and skull with ease, but the fat and white lipids inside were not damaged at all... It was difficult to tell whether this was Nello's knife technique. Sharp, Watson's skull is also actively splitting in response.
The wrinkled fat white lipids pulsated slightly, and there seemed to be a strangely sweet fishy hot breath steaming up.
Emma, who was silently observing from the side, sniffed out the intracranial breath that seemed to contain endless sweet secrets. Even the moth in her skull that had just succumbed to the fierce power of the nineteen-headed monsters began to move at this moment, fluttering its wings slightly and releasing it. Whispering seductively, trying to seduce the twin hosts to show off their power and take this opportunity to drink the cup of skulls.
However, the slender bone spur that penetrated deeply into the brain trembled violently, and the restless moth in the skull suddenly calmed down, and the ugly body trembled, as if it had glimpsed the supreme terror in an instant.
Watson's brain suddenly trembled violently, as if the fat white insect chrysalis was about to mature, and the worms bred inside were about to break out of the cocoon!
With a splash, a plump gray-white seahorse emerged from the ocean of wrinkled brains. Its curly body unexpectedly sprouted a pair of dark cicada wings, which flapped clumsily as if it wanted to soar into the air, away from this boring body. Boring body.
When the gray-white worm had just revealed its head, before it had time to see the mottled and colorful world clearly with its deformed dark eyes, it had already been beheaded by a sharp blade falling from the sky!
The fat, white and elastic head of the insect bounced down and fell into the golden fruit that was as soft and elastic as pudding... But even so, the broken head still vibrated happily and regenerated. The scaly wings swim freely in the sweet golden ocean, making a belching bubble from time to time.
Watson's expression also faded along with the fat white seahorse's owl head, and his only right eye was now covered with a layer of stupid turbidity.
He couldn't help lowering his head and looking at the shadow at the bottom of the well.
Nero put away the golden fruit expressionlessly, but the sharp dagger refused to stop, making a hungry buzzing sound. Then the blade turned and pierced directly into the center of Chief Watson's chest, and the crystal blood flowed out. It slowly flowed out and fell into the bottom of the cold well together with the blood of the other seven people.
Nello and Emma, who had killed the Lord, jumped into the well with the looted supplies on their backs. The mouth of the well looked like a giant beast opening its bloody mouth and swallowing them completely.
The blood of the eight molting people belatedly fell to the bottom of the well. The calm water surface rippled violently, and the rising bubbles popped like full cocoons.
As the blood of madness and foolishness seeps in, the sound of the wings of the Forsaken Moth wraps around the rugged stalagmites on the roof of the cave, and speckled stardust-like scales scatter all over the ground.
The secret burial that left quietly, the secret burial that caused chaos, even the director who planned the farce has already buried his own responsibility and mission.