Apocalyptic Forecast

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

　　 In the following 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. Come.

　　 smile.

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

　　 Covered his mouth with a blood kiss, shook his head and said, "I remembered something happy."

　　 beside him, the assistant who bandaged him also burst out laughing, not sure why.

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

　　 "Sorry, I also remembered something happy."

　　 Liz looked at him suspiciously, her expression gradually becoming gloomy.

　　 With her palm resting on the stone-toothed sword behind her, she suddenly asked, "You two...remember the same pleasure?"

"Ok?"

　　 Blood kissed for a moment, "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 I saw a few people from the Ivy League look ugly. Those people stepped back and pressed their palms on their weapons.

　　 "Wait a minute, is there any misunderstanding?"

　　 He raised his hands and showed no harm. He took a step forward to explain, but saw Liz wave his hand, the stone-toothed sword drawn a straight line on the ground.

　　 "It's good to be there." Liz's expression was solemn: "Sit down, Samson, don't get close anymore."

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

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

　　 That person 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, and almost fell to the corner of the wall: "You, your face has a problem!"

　　 The blood kiss stuck in place.

　　 subconsciously pulled out the knife from the boot, and suddenly, the smooth blade illuminates the morbidly excited face, trying hard to frown, and an incapable smile.

　　 and between the eyes, ears, mouth and nose, there are countless hyphae that wriggle like living things.

　　 colorful.

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

　　 He moved his mouth stiffly, only to see a gap in his gradually numb face. From the gap, some kind of liquid mixed in the blood that seemed to be squirming in the dark, seeping out little by little.

　　 Like a nightmare, it quickly evaporates, forming a faint black smoke.

　　 And in the palm of his hand holding the dagger, under the fingernails, one by one mycelium grows and protrudes quickly, entangled with the body of the dagger, causing the blade to quickly decay and break.

Snapped!

　　 On the gradually decayed knife, the last thing reflected is his broken eye pupil.

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

　　 The color of countless bubbles emerged from the light and multiplied rapidly. In the end, even the pupils of the eyes could not be accommodated. They swelled and cracked and turned into hallucinogenic mist, rising from the broken eyes.

"what happened……"

　　 Involuntary master, the blood kiss exclaimed: "Help me, help me!!!"

　　 The skin that has lost its flexibility is like leather that has failed to be tanned. 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 pitch-black colors 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, it's as dark as night.

　　 like a nightmare with no end in sight.

　　 Numerous 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...

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

　　 is about to explode.

　　 The stone-toothed sword roared.

　　 passed away in a flash.

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

　　 falls 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 without a trace with the bubbles.

he died.

　　 But it was not the stone-toothed 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 some kind of poor worm that could not even scream, and was ravaged by nightmares.

　　 Finally, as the dream shattered, death came along with it.

　　 After checking the sleeping assistant in the ice coffin fifteen minutes later, a scholar from the Ivy League walked up to Liz.

　　 "It's poison."

The middle-aged man in the protective suit lifted 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."

　　 "Exquisite?"

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

　　 "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 **** 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 primordial quality that spreads and spreads through blood, and possesses some rather high-level qualitative change characteristics.

　　 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 suffered from this loss, and when it was discovered, it was incurable. 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 someone else... well, I can't say that there is 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 emergency attacks and wait until they return to the station. Treat."

　　The scholar glanced behind him, then looked at Liz: "Fortunately, other preparatory measures are taken. Except for you, Ms. Liz, everyone else has to wear helmets..."

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

　　 "The drone sent out has lost its signal. Our bowel master has conducted two divinations, but there was no result. I am afraid the internal space here has been completely distorted."

　　 "A maze?"

　　 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."

　　 Randu raised his brows clearly.

　　 While in 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 promised by God, 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, he saw a flash of back from a certain passage between the forked roads full of dead silence and decadence.

　　 His footsteps stopped for a moment, and his brows frowned.

　　 is still a momentary trance.

　　 seems like an illusion.

　　 "Did you see any figures?" Huai Shi looked back at the guards.

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

　　 Ok~www.wuxiaspot.com~ At least I will shake my head this time.

better.

Huai Shi felt her head bald for a while and rubbed her swollen forehead: "I wonder 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?"

　　 "Seiya!!!"

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

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

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

　　 is still passing by in a flash.

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

　　 Waiting for Huai Shi to look at it carefully, and then disappear again.

　　 did not attack, nor attempted a sneak attack, as if she simply wanted to show her sense of existence, she was so scared that Huai Shi's heartbeat jumped to a hundred and eighty in an instant.

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

　　 Huaishi was angry, 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 was a faint footprint still on the ground.

　　 is like a sign.

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

　　 What is this?

　　 Is this guy... showing himself the way?