Apocalyptic Forecast

"Apocalypse Forecast(

At first I felt very good and refreshed. After the revenge was successful, his body was lightened by two pounds. After about three minutes, I sneezed, maybe the dust is choking, it doesn't matter.

For the next time, the blood kiss was in an unspeakable state of excitement,

It's almost as if he walked into a small room with his little sister by the hand when he was fifteen years old, even in this eerie and weird castle, he couldn't help but hum a song in front of him. Come.

smile.

"What are you laughing at?" After receiving temporary treatment, Liz looked at him puzzled.

The blood kiss covered his mouth, shook his head and said, "I remembered something happy."

Beside him, the assistant who bandaged him also burst out laughing, not knowing why.

When Liz looked over, he was stunned for a while, trying to suppress his smile, trying to prove his professionalism with a serious look.

"Sorry, I also thought of happy things."

Liz looked at him suspiciously, her expression gradually darkening.

She held the palm of her hand on the stone-toothed sword behind her, and suddenly asked, "You two...you remember the same thing?"

"Ok?"

The blood kiss was taken aback, "What's the matter? No, no, Ms. Liz, we are not making fun of you, I just..."

He was a little anxious and sneezed again.

Then the look of a few people from the Ivy League looked ugly. Those people stepped back, pressing their palms on their weapons.

"Wait a minute, is there any misunderstanding?"

He raised his hands to show that it was harmless, and took a step forward to explain, but saw Liz wave his hand, the stone-toothed sword drawn a straight line on the ground.

"Just be there." Liz's expression was solemn: "Sit down, Samson, don't get closer."

"What's the matter? Suddenly so serious?"

The blood kiss was stunned for a long time, and couldn't help but Keke laughed, and couldn't stop smiling—soon, he saw the assistant's horrified eyes.

The man was staggering back, unbelievable.

On the assistant's face, between the mouth and nose, a layer of dark green mycelium quietly stretched out.

"Hey, your face."

Blood kiss frowned, trying hard to put away his smile: "What's the matter with your face!"

The assistant's face became paler, moving backwards, almost falling to the corner of the wall: "You, your face has a problem!"

The blood kiss stuck in place.

He subconsciously pulled out the knife from the boot, and suddenly, the smooth blade illuminates the pathologically excited face, frowning hard, and an incapable smile.

And between the eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, countless myceliums squirming out like living things.

Colorful.

Red, green, blue, white, black, and red, red, red...

He moved his mouth stiffly, only to see a crack in his gradually numb face. From the crack, some kind of liquid mixed in the blood, which seemed to be squirming, seeped out bit by bit.

Like a nightmare, the rapid transpiration formed a faint black smoke.

And in the palm of his hand holding the dagger, under the fingernails, one by one mycelium grew and protruded quickly, entangled in the body of the dagger, causing the blade to quickly decay and shatter.

Snapped!

On the decayed knife, the last thing reflected was his broken eyes.

Those frightening evil eyes were filled with abnormal excitement, but now, they almost burst out with the light of the scorching sun.

The colors of countless bubbles emerged from the light and multiplied rapidly. In the end, even the pupils of the eyes could not be accommodated, and the pupils of the eyes expanded and cracked, turning into illusion-like mist, rising from the broken eyes.

"what happened……"

Involuntarily, the blood kiss exclaimed: "Help me, help me!!!"

The skin that has lost its flexibility is like leather that has failed to tanning. With his movements, it makes a small sound of shattering, cracking every inch.

Under the broken skin, countless mycelium and black blood flowed out, sticky dripping.

In the blood, strands of jet black as ink are rapidly spreading, squirming, and condensing into beads from the pool of blood, unbelievably separated from the blood and gravity, and suspended in the air.

One drop, one drop, another drop, the darkness is like night.

Like a nightmare with no end in sight.

Countless hyphae stretched out from the cracks in the body, entangled in the black liquid. And in the cover of layers of hyphae, the tragic scream of blood kiss finally burst out.

Along with the boiling of blood, countless people were infected by nightmares, and the source of the disease completely eroded the deformed stigmata. The fierce poison from the rotten dream is rapidly transforming his body, absorbing the ubiquitous **** precipitation...

A pale mist filled with countless bubbles rose from his broken eyes.

About to break out.

The stone toothed sword roared.

Fleeting.

In the next instant, whether it was the poison of the dark nightmare, the hyphae like tarsal maggots, or even the blood kissed body in it, all were torn apart by that hideous power.

Falling apart.

In the dead silence, the head of the blood kiss fell from the neck and landed on the ground, letting out an empty echo.

No blood spurted out.

Only countless rotten dreams turned into black bubbles, rising from the cavity, and quickly dissipating in the air. In the air, black feathers like hallucinations fell, landing on the ground, disappearing with the bubbles.

he died.

But it was not the stone tooth sword that killed him.

Long before that, his stigmata had been eroded by the poison of the abyss, forming a rotting dream full of countless malice and resentment in his body.

In the company of countless curses and fierce poisons created in his life, he gradually alienated into a kind of poor worm that could not even scream, and was ravaged by nightmares.

In the end, as the dream shattered, death came together.

Fifteen minutes later, after examining the sleeping assistant in the ice coffin, a scholar from the Ivy League came to Liz.

"It's poison."

The middle-aged man in the protective suit raised the bottle in his hand, "A curse that is very violent in nature, but hasn't stimulated the previous state but is very stable-I am really curious, which way the researchers can make such a poison? Something subtle."

"Subtle?"

Liz frowned and looked down at the crystalline black drop of blood in the bottle, which was taken from the assistant's body and was a toxin in a sleeping state under the forcible preservation of the border relic.

"Yes, yes, very subtle."

The scholar squinted his eyes and said with emotion: "In the simple analysis I just found out the characteristics of more than 40 kinds of **** toxins, if I have professional equipment, I will be able to detect more... but it is more like in essence. It is a curse of origin that spreads and spreads through blood, and it has certain characteristics of high-level qualitative change.

Once triggered, it will begin to mutate and spread rapidly, and it will show different characteristics for different hosts. This kind of erosiveness is more like pollution than infection...

The blood kiss had suffered from this loss, and when it was discovered, there was no cure. There were too many traces of curses and toxins in his body. For this toxin, it was simply a good petri dish. If it is replaced by others... well, there is no hope of treatment, at least the death will not be so miserable. "

"Is our antidote useful?"

"It is useful, but not recommended, because it will be bad if it evolves resistance. In the absence of a medical environment, it is best to use inhibitors to avoid the emergency period and wait until you return to the station. Treat."

After the scholar glanced behind him, he looked at Liz: "Fortunately, there are a lot of other preparatory measures. Everyone except you, Ms. Liz, must wear helmets..."

Liz was holding the stone-toothed sword, her face sinking like water: "Any other bad news? Can you tell me together."

"The unmanned aerial vehicle sent out has lost its signal. Our intestinal divination division has conducted two divinations, but none of them has resulted. I am afraid the internal space here has been completely distorted."

"A maze?"

The scholar nodded: "That's right."

"Any other questions?" Liz asked.

The scholar pondered for a moment and asked: "Should we continue? After the death of a leader, the people of Nightmare Eye were a bit disobedient. Someone wanted to re-negotiate the price with us."

"..."

Liz frowned, seemingly irritable, and was silent for a long time before sighing suddenly: "It's really difficult to quit smoking, Mr. Lando - there are always some troublesome problems in this world that you can't solve."

Rando raised his brows clearly.

In the silence, Liz lowered her head and stared at the stone-toothed sword in her hand, but she didn't know why, and suddenly laughed.

"Fortunately, there are always solutions to some simple problems."

After fifteen minutes, they moved on.

After getting the rest that God promised, no one dared to negotiate the price with the high priest this time.

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Huaishi saw Condra again.

Just as he walked in this intricate maze, between a forked road full of dead silence and decadence, he saw a flash of back from a certain passage.

His footsteps stopped for a moment~www.wuxiaspot.com~ frowned.

It was still a momentary trance.

It seems like an illusion.

"Have you seen any figures?" Huai Shi looked back at the guards.

The guards glanced at each other, shook their heads blankly, and praised sincerely: "Seiya!!!"

Well, this time at least I will shake my head.

better.

Huai Shi felt her head bald for a while and rubbed her swollen forehead: "I doubt if I am under too much pressure... In other words, why do I always get thrown into various hells by unreliable leaders? Isn’t Tong Ji’s saying that “every general is successful and a bone withered” is not bluffing me?”

"Holy!!!"

The paradise guards praised again sincerely, not knowing if they were agreeing.

The ultimate tool person Huai Shi didn't want to talk anymore.

He continued to walk forward, but as he walked, when he looked behind him, he saw Condra again.

It is still fleeting.

He stood between the forked roads, his swollen back crouched, as if waiting for something.

When Huai Shi looked over it carefully, she disappeared again.

There was no attack, and no attempt to sneak attack, as if she simply wanted to show her sense of existence, so that Huai Shi's heartbeat jumped to a hundred and eighty in an instant.

"What the **** is your wife doing... After becoming a ghost, do you like scary so much!"

Huai Shi was angry and drew his sword and walked over, trying to catch the **** and hack him to death.

But when he returned to the fork in the road, he couldn't help looking at the end of the fork in the road where Condra once appeared...There, a faint footprint still remained on the ground.

It's like a sign.

Huai Shi scratched his head in amazement, for a long time, unbelievable.

What is this?

Could it be that this guy... is showing himself the way?