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The souls of mortals are like the void that has not yet been created in ancient times, empty and dark, and it is difficult to see even the twinkling stars - it seems that all valuable things, valuable emotions, and valuable thoughts, All hidden under this deep, lightless darkness.

Darkness is not only a color that mortals fear, but also a color that mortals protect.

But Watson still relied on the resonance rhythm of the heart at the same frequency to detect the anomaly in this dark and lonely void. He was like a Labrador dog tracking its prey following the smell of urine, and also following the smell hidden in the darkness. The weak beating of the heart in the void traces the unawakened state of mind of Experimenter No. 1.

Heart is the principle of eternity and continuity. Any living life must have a potential state of mind, which is the basic quality that maintains the living body's survival and movement in the world.

Watson's thinking tentacles are also trembling slightly, just like the toes of his waking world. The almost identical frequency allows him to touch the potential stars under the black curtain of the void, the heart that has not yet awakened but must exist. Mutually.

In his heart's perception, this slightly pulsing heart is like a vibrant life planet. The surface of the planet is covered with a large number of bright red and pink vegetation, which is the color of life and vitality.

The abundant vitality is like a carpet made of flesh and blood, and like a twisted and undulating skin, wrapping the planet of the heart. Even the rotation of the planet itself is inevitably dragged down by this heavy pile of vitality, and it is very difficult to achieve smooth progress. Turning, there seemed to be something coming from the turning, like the violent breathing of an old man before death.

The huge thinking tentacles, as bright as the mottled stars, finally touched the young heart planet that was tortured by vitality, and then the front end of the thinking tentacles differentiated into countless slightly sharp blades that were constantly vibrating, just like the blades in the hands of a top surgeon. The lancet accurately and steadily dismantled the sticky flesh and blood carpet into tiny pieces and gradually peeled it off.

When Watson peeled off half of the flesh and blood blanket, the heart-shaped planet that re-revealed its true appearance trembled slightly, as if grateful for his help.

However, the countless vibrating sharp blades did not stop there, and continued to cut the flesh and blood carpet, stripping away the vitality of Experimental Subject No. 1 - the heart-shaped planet trembled more and more, and it seemed to understand The dazzling tentacle-like galaxy in front of me is not a kind helper, but a hungry ghost who comes to seek life!

It finally discovered that the bright celestial bodies inside the tentacles, which looked like stars, were not round planets, but moths flapping their wings wildly! ! !

The sharp-edged tentacles condensed from the river of moths are still continuing to peel away the vitality of the next experimenter. They have completely absorbed the vitality of the 120 ml diluted injection, but they still cannot satisfy his heterogeneous hunger. Thirst - the tentacles have now begun to greedily suck up their own original vitality!

Guillermo Hoxha, the experimenter No. 1, although he cannot sense the situation inside his soul body, he can clearly feel the loss of vitality in his body. The surging and exciting energy at the beginning slowly drained away. At that time, he felt a little happy that he could finally get rid of the experiments of these weird cultists!

I finally no longer have to endure that overwhelming feeling of energy all over my body! I finally started to feel tired and sleepy - I could finally have a peaceful sleep! ! !

However, the energy loss in his body was getting faster and faster. He felt like a collapsed river embankment, and the power of life was rapidly leaking along the gradually expanding gap - this was no longer just fatigue and sleepiness!

He even felt very obviously weak, just like when he made a bet with Old Jim on who could resist sleeping first, and he endured it for three days and two nights without closing his eyes, until Old Jim across the table When he finally couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep on the table with a crash, he could no longer control his sleepiness and weakness, which was exactly the same as what he was feeling now.

Guillermo Hoxha's eyelids were still pulled up by the sharp thin iron hook, but his widened eyes suddenly saw a large group of darkness approaching, gradually eroding his vision - as if Those crazy cultists were using him to do some kind of terrible experiment again, dripping cold ink into his eyes, trying to make the green eyes they were proud of turn a pitch-black color.

However, the darkness is also good. When my eyes are dark, I no longer have to see the horrific methods those cultists performed on my body, and I don’t have to endure the torture of being awake all the time... I can finally have a good sleep.

Guillermo Hoxha suddenly stopped struggling, but in fact he had no strength to struggle anymore. The fatigue of not closing his eyes for three days and three nights would hit him like the most turbulent waves. The huge waves seem to want to push me directly into the deep and cold seabed... But none of this is important. Let me stay under the dark and silent deep sea forever, and be alone quietly. Just stay for a while.

However, the world never turns out the way he wants, or in other words, these cultists never turn out the way he wants.

When Guillermo Hoxha had begun to wait for death with peace of mind, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Sir Watson, please wait a moment! This experimental subject still has some remaining value that has not been fully extracted. Please spare his life first!"

At the same time as this sound sounded, Guillermo Hoxha felt that the flow of his energy continued to stop and suddenly stopped, as if the faucet inserted in his chest was tightly closed by this sound, and he could even feel A little warm vitality flowed back into his body, hanging on to his half-dead life, allowing him to linger on, continue to experience the cruelty and torture of this world, and continue to contribute physically and mentally to the experiments of the cultists.

Damn you - if it weren't for the fact that some kind of wooden thorn-like foreign object was inserted into the vocal cords of the throat, making it impossible to make a sound since the injury has not healed. Guillermo Hoxha is determined to scold this damn obstructer. It is best to make the other person angry and give himself a good time!

Although Watson did not master the ability to read minds, he seemed to be able to understand the emotions of Experimenter No. 1.

Naturally, he will not feel any pity for this.

He was just thinking that if he gave these guys who had been tortured by the Crossroads Order a little bit of vitality, so that they could recover their physical strength, and then allocated them with certain weapons... would it also provide him with a plan to subvert the Crossroads Order? What about a little help?

The question only lingered in his mind for less than a second, and the answer he came to was naturally no. Even if these simple mortals had firearms, they would probably be able to cause effective damage to the Crossroads Order, which is generally at level 2 or above. - As long as the esoteric cultists can exert the influence of sex at will, they are the biggest killer weapon for mortals who are not strong-willed enough - those with weak wills cannot resist the mysterious power that directly strikes the soul.

Watson released his palm in silence and focused on feeling the turbid vitality he had just absorbed.

In his mind perception, although this mass of vitality taken from the body of Experimenter No. 1 was filthy like mud, showing a pale yellowish reddish pale green color, it had an extraordinarily powerful effect - if he could completely If this ball of vitality is absorbed, it may be enough to heal most of the second-level serious injuries, and even allow the mind to thrive further.

"But how can we purify the vitality absorbed from other life forms?"

Judging from the fact that the lamp man absorbs light, the cast man absorbs heat, and the cup man eats people, the heart man can also absorb people...right? Then the Blade Man is for cutting people, the Kai Man is for opening people, so what is the Winter Man - gnawing dead bones?