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"Could it be that Mr. John is my long-lost biological brother?!"

Sebastian thought this, but he didn't know that he was now in a state of uncontrollable randomness. This exclamation that should only exist in his heart had already leaked out of the hole in his throat with a weird sound like a rattling sound. leak out.

The moth inside the skull couldn't help laughing and fluttering its wings wildly - Hahaha, this little moth is really brave to think about it. He actually wants to recognize us as brothers. According to seniority, he should call us ancestors!

Watson just smiled. Although he did not speak, a ray of moth's magic power had already leaked forward. This weak magic power could not have any negative impact on the seemingly deformed young man. On the contrary, it contained a trace of madness. The murmurs and buzzing further contributed to the confusion in the young man's mind.

The more chaotic and crazier it is, the happier Sebastian is. He feels as if he has become freer and more arbitrary!

He laughed excitedly, slapping his limbs on the ground with joy like a baboon enjoying a delicious meal. This kind of action would only make people think he was funny and funny, but combined with his ferocious face and blood-soaked posture at this time, The shreds of flesh between the fangs, and the mangled corpse next to it...

Under the gloomy sky where clear daylight is difficult to see, in the forest where the old trees are withered and twisted like despair burning the mourning people to death, there is a strange, harsh and strange laughter echoing, filled with a salty and sweet deadly fragrance, a person who seems to be Horrible, insect-like creatures danced excitedly beside the corpses of their compatriots.

This horrific scene is enough to frighten any mortal to the point where his clothes are soaked with cold sweat in an instant. With the hair on his bones and bones standing on end, his legs become weak involuntarily and he wants to turn around and run away. However, his muscles are so weak that he stumbles and falls to the ground. He could only watch helplessly as the terrifying monster showed a sinister smile and approached him step by step... But Watson was obviously not such a mortal.

He still had that formulaic friendly smile with eight teeth on his face, and he even took the initiative to step forward through the dirty blood on the ground, put his palm on the deformed boy's head, and stroked it gently, It's like treating a domestic pet, but the moth scales have been sprayed out from the palm.

A large number of crazy and incomprehensible murmurs, like a symphony orchestra playing in unison at the moment the conductor's baton fell, and various miscellaneous musical instruments began to vibrate and reverberate in Sebastian's skull. , as if a whole orchestra was stuffed into his head, using his skull as a performance hall to play a symphony called madness.

The low, monotonous and hollow syllables swirled and collided on the inner wall of the skull, causing the thin skull to tremble and tremble. The low-quality bone fragments rustled down in this chaotic hum, but immediately there were new and retro sounds that had been dusted for a long time. The gray bones broke free from the shackles and seals of history, roaring and protruding ferociously from the deepest parts of the decayed and broken old form!

The deformed boy's hair fell off one by one, and slowly swayed to the ground with the sea breeze. The two rows of flat teeth that were originally left behind the sharp fangs also fell off one by one. It rolled down the esophagus.

The tattered clothes, stained with soil, grass clippings and blood, slowly fell off, leaving a shocking scar on the exposed abdomen of the strong body. Some undigested residue leaked through the holes, and the flesh and blood on both sides of the scar The fibers were twisting and dancing happily, one after another like weeds moving in the wind.

Sebastian's dark, faceted eyes also seemed to be dyed with a hint of bright red, and two lines of gray, white, and red semi-clear and semi-viscous liquid flowed down from the end of his nose and dripped. His sharp and protruding fangs eventually returned to his mouth along the sharp teeth.

As soon as the boy's long forked tongue tasted the taste of his old self, he immediately felt a strong and stimulating sensory information hitting his brain, which was already a mess.

"Ahhhhhhhh-"

Sebastian's body was shaking violently, and the strange sound like a roaring wind came from the hole in his throat. It seemed like a scream of terror, a wail of pain, or an excited cheer. .

"So delicious! So sweet! So delicious!"

"Why does it feel a hundred times more mellow and exciting than the cup of flesh and blood just now!!!"

"Is this what free-changing chaos tastes like?!"

"Is this the thrill of letting go of your old self?"

"Ahhhhh - it feels so good, so good, so good. It's hundreds of times more comfortable and refreshing than being in love with Caroline!!!"

Sebastian couldn't help but want to roar out his feelings, but the damaged and mutated vocal cords were no longer able to support him to vent his inner joy and relief. The moment he roared, they were completely shattered. Broken - the roar that was originally enough to resound through the sky is now only a very low-frequency buzzing sound, but it also makes the dead trees in the forest tremble slightly, as if shivering.

The knowledge and power coming from the top of his head stopped abruptly at this moment, and the young man's crazy and crazy smile immediately froze. He seemed to be an addicted smoker, anxiously pulling at the man who treated him so kindly and kindly, so he must be his closest brother. Brother John's clothes were whining and choking like a hungry little beast, raising his head pitifully as if begging - God knows how Watson tasted the pitiful emotion from that ferocious and distorted face, perhaps between moths. The communication is so weird.

Extremely low-frequency infrasound waves came from the hole in the boy's throat, but Watson was able to fully understand its meaning.

"Oooh, brother John, please!"

"Give me a little more, I'm not satisfied yet, I'm not satisfied yet!"

"Brother John, please give me some more. Just a little bit will do. Oh, brother John, please, please let me do whatever you ask me to do. I will definitely listen to you in the future!"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuancy, Brother John, please give me a little more!!!"

Watson, who had turned a bit pale due to excessive use of the moth's power, listened to the pleading of the deformed monster-like boy, and just showed a loving smile, gently caressing the other person's head that was full of diarrhea, and smiled. Then he said: "Next time."

With the end of the life of the object of hatred, the infusion of moth power stopped, and reason seemed to briefly return to Sebastian's thoughts. When he noticed the tired look on Brother John's face, he already understood that he had just been enjoying himself The experience was by no means an easy thing even for Brother John. He could only temporarily restrain the heterogeneous hunger and thirst in his heart and continue to go back to the rough processing of Cup Root Minced Meat.

Watson had no time to ask about the other person's work. He just stood by and waited silently, like a good brother waiting for his younger brother to build a sandcastle at the beach.

But in fact, he recalled in his heart that after the moth inside the skull swallowed the cup phase, in the hallucination of the moth phase's promotion, the monster once said to him: "The extinct is never extinct, the dead is never dead, everything They are all hidden inside.”

"So deep inside every human being, there is an ancient monster that was once extinct and dead?"