Apocalyptic Forecast

As a border relic that will only occasionally appear in **** above depth 20, the tree blood urn itself has a strange effect of breaking through common sense.

Usually, it is used by alchemists as a one-time refining cauldron, which is more high-end and convenient than the second-hand goods bought by Hua Shi-it has a nearly perfect grafting effect when making potions in certain plant fields .

Under the premise of fully retaining the characteristics of the two materials, it gives the agent a terrifying vitality. Although it will generally be planted after drinking, if it is used on plants, it will have a perfect effect.

Luxury, it is likely to be used as a flower pot in important items that cherish species cultivation.

If it is used as a hemodialyzer, this terrifying vitality will be directly poured into the body of Huai Shi, directly bringing him the property of plant affinity.

Incidentally turned him into a vegetative.

But there is the basis of the sacred mark ghost, Huai Shi does not need to worry about this consequence, supplemented by advanced materials, advanced mountain ghosts are almost natural.

Will not only receive this surging vitality, but also directly advance the starting point of Huai Shi, which can be said to accomplish two things at once.

The crow is based on the concept of the Chinese New Year, everyone is dead, all come, it is not easy, it is still a child, for your own good, habit, etc., I plan to do it endlessly, and then get a big moth out. .

Anyway, the poison resistance is so high, and I can't die in a while, so I just put some poison in it ...

After all, the core of mountain ghosts and ghosts lies in sharing.

After having the aura of fear formed by the Fog of Destruction, it's no big deal to have another plague aura!

It ’s just that the type of the plague needs to be carefully selected, it needs to be strong, but it ca n’t directly kill Huai Shi, it needs to have growth, but the starting point ca n’t be too low ... After getting the gift from the Temple Butcher Oaken, The crow simply chose to rub himself.

Is convenient and fast.

En, just risk the whole family spiraling into the sky once they fail ...

It's totally lice and itching, anyway, so much death has been done, it's not so bad, right?

After Huai Shi lay down, the crow waved his wings, and there was an invisible force to tear a brand new infusion tube into the blood vessel on Huai Shi's arm.

And the other end, wedged deeply into the tree's blood urn under the gaze of the crow.

On the wooden shell, the face that looked exactly like Huai Shi opened his eyes in an instant. With the infusion of blood, he turned into scarlet, turning flexibly, with a look of consternation, and his lips closed silently.

"Mother, where am I?"

Crow repeated the words of Huai Shi by reading lips, but shook his head helplessly: "The normal phenomenon of source flow proves that it has become a part of your body through the blood for connection ... Lie down, don't move.

She waved her wings, and Huai Shi, who cramped on the floor, lay flat again.

And sticky blood slowly rises from the bottom of the tree's blood urn with a hint of green.

Just when it was almost full, another hose was inserted into its left side, and the connected dialysis machine started to run in a low buzz, drawing the blood of Huai poetry in the urn, and again Entered the body of Huai poetry.

Huai Shi felt that he was about to explode again.

Ok? Why use so much again?

Just as this magnificent vitality poured into the body like a tide, Huai Shi opened his mouth to scream, but felt his face quickly numb.

When he reached out and touched, the touch from his fingertips was no longer the softness of flesh and blood, but the roughness of wood with a lot of fibers.

He saw it, just above his own hands, with the bulge of the blood veins, quickly spreading the wood grain.

"It's about to start."

The crow looked down at the slowly alienated Huai Shi: "Hold on, don't be mad."

Huai Shi couldn't help but want to laugh.

what? This level of pain is commonplace, do you need to be patient?

Soon, he discovered that what was more intolerable than pain ... was the itching that came from the limbs, and it was more terrifying ... it was the fingers that grew wild, and the fingers extended between them. One by one.

He froze, looked at the crow, the hardened vocal cords shook hard, and made a sound: "I seem to become ..."

Has a tree.

Then he became a tree.

Humanoid tree.

Ignorance and consciousness, maintaining a look of consternation.

Click!

With the flash on, the sound of the shutter diffused, leaving Huai Shi's dull and frightened face on the crow's screen.

"If anyone comes from the mountain, she is taken by the pistil ..."

She lifted her wings and opened the test tube in the dry refrigerator. The dark virus poured into the cauldron of tree blood.

"I wish you a good dream, boy."

Gradually turned into dark green blood, endless viciousness and despair poured into the body of Huai Shi ... But Huai Shi could not feel anything.

He is just a vegetative.

Is like a plant.

.

The unexpected feeling of becoming a plant is so weird that even Huai Shi couldn't help but start thinking-what organ did he think about? Is your brain gone?

After losing control of the body, Huai Shi ’s soul lay in a cage-like body, curiously looking around at the darkness around him, and then looked at his body.

Is the soul also humanoid? The small sphere of light that is not spherical is a bit surprising.

He fiddled with himself curiously, sometimes elongated himself, sometimes rubbed himself flat, sometimes lined up as an S, sometimes posed ...

After the stupid fuck, he began to think about reality.

So, what are you doing now?

Advanced?

It seems that this is not controlled by oneself, they have all become plants, should we wait and see the changes?

So, fight zombies?

Then there must be zombies ...

Seems to have lost meaning in the long darkness. He seems to be floating in the universe. There is nothing to do except thinking.

Then began to think.

who am I? Where am i? Where am I going?

Why does the world exist, what is the value of life, what is the meaning of being alive ... Also, what kind of broken thing did the crow sand sculpture carry on its back?

If a ship keeps changing parts during a long voyage, when the last part is over, what will you have for dinner?

If the left track in front of the train is tied with a group of screaming dead bear children, and the right track is tied with a middle-aged man who is picking his feet and talking on the phone in public, how can he let the train drift and kill both sides? ?

If the rancher and the green sun fell into the water at the same time, how could you think of a way to throw the crows down?

Among all the problems that are destined to be unsolved, Huai Shi began to think so long that he could not see the end.

The initial anger and fear, meaninglessly resisted and resisted, struggling with emptiness of hope, and finally sinking into darkness completely in numbness.

In absolute darkness, all this seems to be eternal for a long time.

Huai Shi forgot where he was going, where he was, and who he was.

He seemed to really become a tree.

Feeling the slow and rapid growth of the root beard, deeply rooted in the soil, countless crooked branches grew from his lost contoured arms, and covered every inch of the gap in the cellar, Walk between dirt and stones.

Grow.

Grows quietly.

Extended slowly and firmly towards the ground. When the first buds broke out, Huai Shi felt the small warmth of the sun shining on himself.

Somehow, he suddenly felt a heartfelt joy.

That is the sweet happiness when life finds that it still exists. Even if the world is so cruel, even if insects gnaw at his limbs, he is still alive, growing stubbornly, embracing the sun.

I am really happy to synthesize chlorophyll.

He was bathed in sunlight and thought so from the heart.

As for Huai Poetry ...... Who is Huai Poetry?

who cares.

Happy growth ~

As long as you are happy, you are done.

So, forgetting the alternate morning and night and day and night, he was immersed in this growing joy, and concentrated on spreading countless roots from under the nine places.

Pulled away the dirt, broke through the cover, sank into the dark river, dived into the nest, rooted in the cold city between concrete and steel.

Unconsciously, his root system has spread for hundreds of kilometers like a big net, winding and undulating in the ground, connected to the root system of countless trees under the Qingxiu Mountain, and integrated into the dark sewer under the new sea Among the countless moss, this is the end point, connecting between the countless lush flowers and trees.

Innumerable lives come together as one.

Is one.

The countless fine vibrations are intertwined into surging pulsations. When the fine vibrations raised by no one's pitiful plants and trees overlap in one place, they form a low roar that seems to cover the whole world.

It was a whisper no one could hear, a whisper no one knew, a song no one listened to.

Is like the low aftertone of the cello.

Echoed in his ear.

For a moment, Huai Shi heard the sound of his soul breaking.

Is like seed germination.

In the long waiting and congestion, the miracles that belonged to the ghost overflowed from it, and the waters became the same. The miracle of serving death embraced this majestic life and happily merged with them.

The magnificent light that has been refined from death illuminates from the woody body, flowing in every song

At that moment, Huai Shi finally escaped from the manifestation of the root system and the body, smashing the shackles, and the soul was free, like the wind, flexibly jumping from countless flowers and plants, shuttled everywhere .

Feel the walking of the beast under the shade of the tree and the wind blowing, feel the sound of wild cat calling spring and slapstick, and feel the countless swinging flowers and grass under the stars.

Had a glimpse of the turbulent flow of people, the passers-by who walked hurriedly after work, the children wandering on the end of the street, the old people watering the flowers and plants, and the laughter echoed on the green field.

Then, Huai Shi saw the girl's slender back and the coat that slowly slid off.

Is Fu Yi.

A flash of light flashed from Huai Shi's brain ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ made him seem to recall something.

In the greenery in the corner of the boudoir, Huai Shi looked at the girl with her back in amazement, watched her respond loudly to her mother's words, closed the door, threw the coat on the hanger, and then took off the white T-shirt, bare back, and slender straps across white skin.

Pink bow.

"Mom ... so exciting ..."

Huai Shi opened his mouth stunnedly, struggling forward, and the pot of green plants struggled to move forward an inch, as if to find an optimal viewing position.

Immediately afterwards, he saw that the cyan long skirt fell on the carpet, the slender calf wrapped in black stockings was lifted up, and fell deeply into the plush carpet.

Huai Shi's eyes widened and he held his breath.

At that moment, the invisible gravitation suddenly burst out, pulling his soul, backward!