Monster Pet Evolution

Pale resentment looked around, one two three four five six seven eight nine.

He never imagined that there would be a day when he would be surrounded by nine quasi-gods.

Who was the last quasi-god with such an honor?

Pale Resentment fell into deep thought. He suddenly felt that this fate was a bit miserable.

"He died unjustly." Pale resentment raised his head, and there was an inexplicable charm in his empty eye sockets. "From the day I was born, I have been mentally prepared to die. Maybe death is a kind of... relief for me."

After the words fell, Pale Resentment's body trembled, and its body began to collapse.

The memory hidden in the depths of its soul is peeled off inch by inch, the fragments of memory turn into specks of light and dissipate between the sky and the earth, and the softness hidden in the depths is exposed in the air.

My name is Gloria.

I am a puppeteer.

I heard from my teacher that I was brought back by him on a snowy day. In our local area, Goliath means winter.

My master is the most famous puppeteer in the whole city. The dolls he made are almost as exquisite as real people. There is an endless stream of customers looking for him to customize dolls. Under the influence of my ears and eyes, I also started to learn how to make dolls.

I have studied for thirteen years, but the teacher always said that the dolls I made had no souls.

Then I fell in love with a boy in the town.

He is very sunny and warm, like the sun in the sky.

I had the first private meeting with him, and also had the second and third times.

Finally, when I had a private meeting with him, the master bumped into him. The angry master said that if he came to harass me again, his legs would be broken and he would be sent to prison.

He fled through the back door in panic and never came back.

Since then, Master's attitude towards me has changed, until that night Master got drunk and entered my room by mistake

The next day, Master gave me a three-day vacation so that I could have a good rest.

I made a decision, packed my luggage and left the city that night. I didn't know where I was going, but I just took a ferry to another city.

I have no other ability, I can only make dolls.

So I opened a small shop, and the days passed so plainly.

After that incident, I focused on making dolls. From that day on, I noticed that my dolls seemed to be different from usual.

Each doll I made was exactly the same as the previous ones, but their eyes were more.lifelike.

One night, I got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, and I found other movements in the shop downstairs,

Is it a thief?

I picked up the scissors from the table and sneaked downstairs, and through the moonlight outside the window, I saw a person sitting on the floor covering his face and crying with his back to me.

Its clothes feel familiar to me, I've definitely seen them somewhere

I suddenly thought of it, and the scissors in my hand fell to the ground.

The crying stopped, and the shaking of the shoulders stopped.

Then I saw it stand up and tiptoe to the wall to hang itself.

A gust of wind blew through the open windows, and the puppets on the wall swayed with the wind.

The next day, after a sleepless night, I woke up and took all the puppets in the shop to the outskirts and burned them all.

The flames engulfed the puppet, and the puppet danced in the flames.

Orange flames illuminated my cheeks.

Looking at the dolls screaming in the flames, I suddenly felt a strange pleasure.

It turns out that these are puppets with souls. Do they also have souls? Do they also hurt?

Since that day, I've made a batch every day and burned them after accident.

Listening to their silent wails and screams, I will always be extra happy.

Gradually, dolls made of pure wood can no longer give me more satisfaction.

I set my sights on stray animals.

Animals were killed and stuffed, concocted into living and exquisite dolls, and burned to death when the night gave them life.

Until one day I had a whim, since animals can be made into living dolls, what about people?

So I prepared for half a year, and then spent a week. When the last wire penetrated my joints, maybe the next day I would become a puppet.

Ups and downs, longing, sadness, and madness, all kinds of memories eventually disappeared, turning into a gray-white cloud and dissipating between heaven and earth.

With the death of Pale Resentment, the soul threads connected to its body were shattered.

The soul thread connecting the beasts and humans in the tribe broke, and they all lay on the ground with a plop, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

But a trace of vitality was born from the condensation of their bodies from scratch.

"Come back to life." Xiaoyan looked at this scene with indescribable emotion.

There was a sound of wind behind him, and the purple stars came from Yunmeng Swamp.

Gao Peng noticed the movement behind him, turned his head and saw Zi Xingchen standing motionless outside the tribe, looking at the fallen people and the royal beasts in the Li tribe.

The purple star was silent for a moment, walked up to Gao Peng, and looked down at Gao Peng.

After a pause, Purple Star squatted down, "Thank you."

After finishing speaking, purple light glowed between the eyebrows of the purple star, and a figure slowly floated out from between its eyebrows, and finally landed firmly on the ground.

The white-haired old man with disheveled hair and sharp teeth was stooped, "The old man is very grateful that you avenged the people of our tribe and did something I have never dared to do."

The old man laughed at himself, coughed in his chest, and covered the corner of his mouth with his right hand.

Gao Peng was a little surprised. He saw that the old man's right hand had completely turned into bones, which was extremely frightening.

Seeing the look in Gao Peng's eyes, the old man rolled up the cuff of his right hand, and there were only bones left on his wrist, not even a trace of flesh.

"I've been lingering on my last days just wanting to live longer." The old man said calmly. "The longer a person lives, the more he fears death.

I met a man when I was fighting aliens. He is called the Heaven of the Dead by the aliens. "

"The Kingdom of the Dead." Gao Peng asked Pang Dahai if he had heard of this name.

Pang Dahai said that he had never heard of it, "It should be a newcomer who appeared after my fall."

"If you meet him one day, you must be careful of his beasts. All his beasts are undead, and the most terrifying thing is that the undead is the nine-headed Hades! A super powerful mutant beast."

Lost in memory, the old man let out a long sigh, "I don't even have the slightest confidence in defeating him even if the battle of that year was fought again."

"After so many years, not only have I not improved, but my strength has continued to decline. He should be stronger now."

Gao Peng coughed, "What ability does the Nine Headed Pluto have?"

"It can reverse life and death, and control the dead." The old man lifted up his clothes, and Gao Peng couldn't help but gasped when he saw the robe he lifted up.

horrible!

Twelve pairs of ribs are side by side symmetrically, through the gap between the ribs you can even see the spine behind.

Gao Peng has seen more terrifying and disgusting monsters than this, but this is the first time he has seen them.

"It can transform all living beings into undead. When I was hit by this trick, my imperial beast took the attack for me, and then it and I became what we are now." The old man said calmly.

The purple star standing behind the old man silently stretched out his big hand and pressed it on the old man's shoulder, and his owl-like head cooed twice, comforting the old man.

It hasn't healed for so many years.

Although the aura of the purple star standing behind the old man had weakened to an extremely low level, it looked harmless to humans and animals, but the emaciated camel was bigger than a horse, and it was a powerful god-level royal beast at its peak.

If you really risk your life and don't fight to the death, a god-level existence can definitely burst out with the power of heaven and earth.

But in other words, the power of these nine Hades can be imagined for being able to turn such a powerful god-level into the dying state it is now, and to maintain it for thousands of years without dissipating.

"Dumb, the Nine-Headed Pluto, it sounds like you are from the Undead Department." Xiao Huang leaned on Dumb with his shoulder, winking, "Do you have any ideas?"

Dui put his hands in the pockets on both sides of the black robe, and his dark golden chin was exposed under the brim of the hat,

Silence for two seconds,

"The master's thoughts are my thoughts."