Is There Something Wrong with You, Lord?

"It's a fight... What kind of thing is this?" Qin Muye, the 'He Wu' in the hometown number, had a lie on his face. Maybe not an hour before or after.

As a result, so many things happened inside and out, which caught him off guard.

And he was completely unaware of any problems other than decaying in the Hometown.

What can he do about this kind of thing in a dead world? The aliens here do have species that are similar to cats, but they have nothing to do with cats, they are just like, it is impossible because of Let this little thing come to life.

"Then what should I do next, it doesn't seem like I can interfere in this situation, or I can kill myself?"

Qin Muye thought about staying here and collecting information? Is there any intelligence to collect on this, corrupt progress? What is there to collect about this thing, there must be no news until three or five days later.

"Wait, why is this rotten so fast?" Qin Muye couldn't help but be surprised, he could smell the rotten smell on his body.

In fact, his body is not his own, it is actually He Wu's. He himself is just parasitic on He Wu in the form of a shadow outfit from the Book of Sages.

Therefore, it was He Wu's body that rotted. His shadow suit was relatively complete. After all, he had the power of his body to protect him, but he could only endure for a while longer. Compared with a world, he was still too insignificant.

Qin Muye walked out of the library, a slight rotten smell mixed with dead silence.

It's not just living things that are decaying, the entire Hometown is decaying.

"I remember that there seems to be a condolence performance today. It's not far from here." Qin Muye dragged his decaying body and walked outside.

This kind of rot is very strange, there is no feeling at all, as if he has not changed, but he can keenly perceive his own problems.

He tried to examine himself, the pain was still there, and the power was intact, but it was just uncontrollable decay.

Therefore, Qin Muye suspected that even if the flesh and viscera of his body were rotten, he would not actually die. Instead, he lived in a form similar to the undead, but it was not a real undead, because the undead had negative energy or the power of death. Such energy is maintained.

But the people in the hometown are different, they are more like changing races, and there is no problem at all.

Walking on the road, Qin Muye saw that many people were more rotten than him, and the flesh on their bodies had fallen off a lot, but these people didn't realize this at all.

In other words, it was discovered, but in their consciousness, this is just common sense, not a strange phenomenon.

Just like all the life forms and artificial intelligences in the known star field ignored the existence of the unknown star field, this is tampered with common sense.

"It seems that the prototypes of the dead lifeforms that were just born in the battle with the Star God should be all the lifeforms of the hometown."

"Tsk, wouldn't this dead world plan to live out a second life by dying?"

Qin Muye couldn't help but smile, and then he didn't think too much, but continued to go to the place where the condolences were performed.

I saw a lot of weird looks on the road. For example, when I was walking, a large piece of rotten flesh fell off, or someone pulled out a large piece of fleshy flesh from the clothes. The strange operation of putting back the bones.

"The more I watch it, the more terrifying it gets. I'm afraid the scene of this condolence performance isn't even more exciting." Qin Muye scratched his face, and smoothly deducted a large piece of flesh and blood.

The robots on the side have long been unable to move. They are not like living bodies. There is not much problem with a little rot. Once the chip of the robot is rusted or damaged, it is basically a disaster. For a chip or a certain device, it is comprehensive.

Qin Muye suspects that the artificial intelligence has also been scrapped, and the mechanic's attempt to repair is probably self-defeating.

All common sense has been irreversibly changed.

"To be honest, I doubt that I will die because I can't adapt to this strange situation, not because I'm not human."

He still has a very clear understanding of himself.

Along the way, various data were collected by him and fed back to the body, but the efficiency and transmission power were getting lower and lower, because he was also decaying a little bit.

Not to mention the incarnation of the 7th-order, those 8th-order superhumans can't stand it, the power is too great, it is nothing more than a matter of rotten early or late.

No matter what kind of situation it was, it was very unfriendly to Qin Muye.

The aborigines of the Hometown should not really die, but will remain in a form similar to the undead. He doesn't know what this unknown star field wants to do.

No one can guess what a dead person wants to do, let alone a dead world corpse.

"He Wu, are you coming to the show too?" A slightly low voice came from Zhou Lin, who was holding a drink in his left hand and some kind of snack in his right.

But the blood that kept flowing out of his body contaminated the two kinds of food.

"Yes, are you coming to see it too?" Qin Muye took off his face, and the first layer looked very complete. He felt a little itchy just now, so let's give it a try.

On the other hand, Zhou Lin looked even more bizarre, with pitted flesh and blood in his eyes, and most of the bones on his body. The rotten internal organs were clearly visible, but the other party didn't seem to notice at all.

"Do you want some?" Said, the other party took out a snack from his arms.

The snacks were so rotten that they gave off a strong stench. If a normal person ate it, they would have to be sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, but Zhou Lin ate it with relish.

Qin Muye took it and stuffed it into his mouth to chew. Anyway, it wasn't his body, it was He Wu's body. There was definitely no problem eating it, because he knew that the internal organs had already changed. It's a mess, just take this one mouthful, and I don't know if it's going into the stomach or the lungs.

"I don't like it very much, you can eat it yourself." Qin Muye thought about it for a while, the taste was really unbearable, so he directly refused.

Seeing this, Zhou Lin didn't show much expression, but felt a little regret: "That's a pity, I think the taste is still very good, it seems that you are not a sweet party."

"Well, yes, I don't like sweet food." Qin Muye glanced at the rotten food and felt that it had nothing to do with the sweet and salty party, but he was simply not a scavenger.

"What about the salty one? Would you like to try it?" Zhou Lin took out another handful.

Qin Muye had a black line: "No, I don't have any appetite. Eat it. How is this performance?"

"It's alright, but I'm a little sleepy looking at it." Zhou Lin said.

Qin Muye raised his head and glanced at it. The people on the stage were jumping up and down to the music, and occasionally some flesh and viscera came out, which looked quite shocking.

Of course, the people who watched the show were those who watched the performance under the stage, and a person who was excited might scrape their scalps off.

'Tsk, going bald at a young age really saved me decades of detours. ' Qin Muye saw a young man not far away who became a Mediterranean man with excitement, and didn't know what to do in the future.

But this is also good. In the future, when someone praises him, he can be praised for being extremely clever.

Here, because of the large number of people gathered, the decay is even more terrifying, which has caused the people here to decay faster.

Qin Muye, who came here, was also affected. His body rotted faster and faster, and even his stomach had collapsed. He could even reach out and touch his internal organs, and maybe he could find the sweet snack just now. Into the stomach or into the lungs.

When I stretched out my hand, I saw that my hands had turned into bones, and a lot of blood fell to the ground. The surrounding people seemed to have not heard of it. They had already gone through this process, so they were not surprised at all.

"By the way, how do you feel now?" Qin Muye asked very curiously.

"Feeling? What does it feel?" Zhou Lin turned around and asked.

"Cough... Why don't you feel any discomfort on your face?" Qin Muye asked.

Zhou Lin touched his face and took off a large piece of skin: "No, is there anything on my face?"

"Oh, I just asked casually, I didn't get anything on it." Qin Muye could see it, he couldn't ask anything.

If you can detect any problem, you won't say this.

‘I don’t know if the 8th-order superhumans have noticed these problems. ’

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