Chapter 395 The Blackest Black

Chapter 395 The Blackest Black

The secret keeper of the tomb, that is, the ancient lion that has been protecting the world for more than two thousand years, spits out fiery breath directly at the bottom of the heavy steel suitcase.

The scorching heat burned the heavy steel plate red and hot, and the steaming heat seemed to penetrate the layers of steel plates and brittle carbonized skin, extending directly into the young man's body cavity.

The irregular wedge-shaped liver closest to the center of the heat source has been licked by the hot tongue.

The thick and fat-rich right liver lobe is burned by the high temperature that penetrates into the body, just like being placed on a barbecue grill with strong fire. The outer layer of the liver becomes slightly charred and crispy, and the liver fat and liver cell meat inside are also burned by the intense fire. Roasted to remove the fishy smell and other impurities.

The liver oil, as sweet and mellow as fine butter, permeates the body cavity, like plump foie gras that has been briefly grilled with a gun. The outer layer is slightly crispy, but the fat inside is still as tender as ever, and there is still a smell that has been removed. The smell is unusually fragrant.

This extremely delicious oily aroma awakened the cup phase blood instinct in the young man's body that had been almost completely swallowed up by the foreign moth phase.

His throat, which was as dry as a furnace, mysteriously secreted a trace of saliva mixed with blood. Even this saliva seemed to contain a faint aroma of wine. If it could flow down the broken esophagus and into the body cavity, it would drip with the fire. The right pan-fried moth liver will definitely bring out the ultimate deliciousness!

This trace of blood-spiked saliva, as mellow and fragrant as white wine, flows with difficulty into the esophagus with multiple perforations. It constantly dodges the hot breath pouring from the mouth and nose. It must not be heated and evaporate before dripping onto the right liver lobe!

But just when the wine-scented saliva was about to slide into the correct esophageal gap, the body that had already been ignited in many places was hit hard from behind again, so that all the high-heat organs inside the body cavity were displaced like an ocean. Naturally, the riddled esophagus is not immune to the disaster.

The bloody spit that was about to reach the right liver lobe was eventually roasted and evaporated by the strong hot breath poured into the mouth and nose. Cup Xiang's plan to be rejuvenated with the delicious food he cooked this time was completely ruined - Junior Cup The decline of Xiang is irreversible.

The bright black crystal in the heavy suitcase burst out with intense light under the burning breath of the ancient lion's flames. The burst of impact energy pushed the thick steel plate on the top layer and hit Watson's back hard.

Under this another fierce blow, Watson's originally slightly slow upward momentum suddenly increased, as if it was accelerated by an engine.

He spat out a mouthful of sweet blood, then tightly held the slender roasted fat intestine wrapped around his hand, and with the help of the momentary thrust from the explosion behind him, he suddenly jumped into the void vortex that shone with blurred and twisted light.

Unlike the mountain top where the sand and dust tornado roared, the interior of the void vortex was unusually quiet and dark.

The dark color inside the vortex is extremely deep, as if all the blackness and gloom in the world are mixed and entangled together, forming this absolute darkness of blackest blackness.

No matter whether it is young Sebastian's own quasi-abnormal pupils or the rhapsody eyes derived from Watson's body, there is no way to detect any light at all.

It was absolutely dark, so dark that it was suffocating and hopeless.

The endless darkness is just like the vacuum background of the infinite universe, but it is far older than the universe itself.

This extremely pure darkness existed long before the birth of the universe, and long before the birth of the glow.

This darkness is the original appearance of the world.

Watson was thoughtful. He seemed to be able to vaguely glimpse a hidden truth that transcended common sense and cognition through this dark scene that existed before the birth of the universe.

This secret truth that transcends all layers of history contains unimaginable possibilities that can break the world's mundane limits and transcend Si Chen's limitations!

In this world at the beginning of the world, it seems that only Watson and the female dancer exist.

But it’s also possible that Watson alone exists.

Just because in this place, not only no light or objects can be seen visually, but also no movement can be detected by hearing.

The sense of smell also seems to be unable to smell any substance, and even the sense of taste can no longer detect the bitter taste of his own flesh and blood that has been cooked to perfection, and the five senses have been completely stripped away. Even the non-five senses of pain have been taken away. Now Watson can no longer sense the existence of his adopted son's body, and he can't even sense the three types of sexual aspects that exist in the soul body.

He had no way or ability to confirm whether the female dancer Mary Morstan also followed him into this illusory dark vacuum.

In the absolute emptiness and chaos, Watson, who had lost his five senses and pain, could not even feel the passage of time.

If he hadn't been counting the time silently in his heart, he might have fallen into an indescribable state of confusion due to losing his sense of time and space.

Even with a strong will, he might not be able to endure the limit of 1,296,000 seconds - in the past, his adoptive father would often imprison him for wantonly indulging his desire to kill. This time has always been his mental limit that is difficult to break through.

Watson began to try to confirm whether he was still holding Miss Mary's intestines tightly on his hand, but no matter how he released the signal to hold his five fingers, he never got a response. Even after being brutally stripped of his five senses, he lost his physical self-protection. After being restricted by instinct, he seemed to be able to unleash unlimited ideas to improve his grip strength.

It's as if he has transcended the limitations of his weak body and can unleash his power unbridled by just relying on his mind, releasing power beyond the limits of his muscles... Even if his fist will disintegrate with one blow, he can release his inner strength without restraint. Fury... This is also another kind of freedom, the freedom of power.

Watson silently memorized this feeling in his heart, and then his mind suddenly became enlightened. It seemed that he could sense things that seemed far away but close at hand through the seventh sense that transcended the sixth sense. Female dancer.

An inexplicable connection has been established between the female dancer and Watson, like a looming moth bridge built by countless mottled moths, and like an umbilical cord between mother and child, which seems to be able to transmit life. nutrition, heart frequency and mental fluctuations.

But if Watson were to use specific language to describe it, then he felt that the connection between himself and the female dancer was more like a twisted and knotted... large intestine belt.

But before Watson could become more familiar with this seventh way of perception that suddenly appeared, before he could further understand the indescribable secrets hidden in the depths of emptiness, chaos, and darkness, and understand the way that transcends all imagination and exists only in The elusive force of the beginning and the end, which may or may not be possible.

An indescribable and seemingly weak attraction emerged from all directions.

This vague, sometimes strong, sometimes weak attraction seemed to be tearing at his skin and flesh crazily, peeling off his mind and spirit.

Watson seems to have completely melted and yet again seems to be completely reshaped.

When he woke up again, his five senses and pain returned.

Watson saw the bloody sunset and the bloody desert.

He still held the female dancer's grilled sausage strip in his hand, but the sausage strip had been crushed heavily.

The blood vessels, nerves, fat and connective tissue in it have turned into a ball of mud and been buried in the same blackened palm flesh, as if the flesh and blood of the female dancer has been closely integrated with the flesh and blood of the boy, as if the intestines of the female dancer have been in the boy. The palms of the hands are rooted and spoken.

But the issue that needs the most attention right now is not the disgusting vision of a female dancer's intestines contorted into a boy's flesh.

The real concern was that they were a thousand feet in the air!

There is only blood, sand and dead bones below, with no conditions to buffer the falling force!

The two moths, which are not good at flying, are currently falling towards the ancient battlefield at an altitude of a thousand feet! ! !

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On the night before 1880-1881, young Sebastian suddenly woke up, with his father's reverberating words still in his head, ordering him to cross the old year and enter the new year. In the evening, prepare a sumptuous banquet and reunite with all club members.

Sebastian immediately teamed up with his new cheaper sister Anna and traveled throughout London in just one day to collect eight ingredients with different flavors and strengths.

Low-end ingredients often require complicated cooking.

Sebastian had been busy all day and finally prepared a table of sumptuous food just before midnight.

The time to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new is coming. Mr. Nello, Aunt Crovette, Aunt Emma, ​​the new member of the club Ms. Moran, Aunt Mary who seems to be the future mother, and of course the annoying sister Anna are all here. All here.

After Sebastian prepared the banquet, he stood quietly behind the chair, waiting for his father's consciousness to come.

But in the deep shadow behind him, the sound of impossible steady footsteps suddenly sounded!

Watson slowly stepped out from the shadows and patted the young man on the shoulder appreciatively.

"Sit down, I will dine with you tonight."

Everyone took their seats in order, with happy smiles on their faces that were about to cross the New Year.

Aunt Emma was laughing again and ravaging Aunt Clovette's head. Mr. Nello also rarely showed a sincere hearty laugh. The new Ms. Moran smiled a little reservedly, while Aunt Mary sat on her father's desk. His neighbor swayed the red wine in his goblet and looked at his father with a smile.

Watson sat on the chair seat, waiting for the clock to strike twelve o'clock, looking up at the dim sky.

His gaze seemed to be able to travel through the boundless universe, through the emptiness and chaos outside the universe, and through the electronic screen filled with tiny words.

Watson has seen you, he smiled and raised his glass.

"For those of you who don't know your name yet, I wish you a happy new year."