Shadow Apostle

Horst opened the lid of the pot.

The aroma of beef immediately filled the room.

The dark brown beef is tumbling in the boiling soup, and the fat and muscles bounce with the rise and fall of the meat, making people salivate.

Horst licked his lips. The smell of his hometown was still tempting.

Go find a pair of chopsticks first. I will taste one piece, just a small piece.

As soon as I found two thin wooden sticks, I felt something was wrong next to me. When I turned my head, I found a tentacle hanging on my back, emerging from my shoulder and dangling beside my head.

"Go, go, don't make trouble, yours is over there, this is mine."

Horst waved his hand indifferently and looked back. The fifty pounds of meat had bottomed out, and the remainder was probably less than one pound. The other five tentacles stopped halfway through and turned towards him. Squeezed over.

Are you full?

It actually knows when it is hungry and full?

However, Horst felt that he still felt slightly hungry in his stomach, and he probably wasn't nearly full.

Then why did it stop?

Just as he was wondering, he saw six tentacles going around him, and the tips of the tentacles crawled to the side of the kerosene stove and stew pot like thieves.

The tips of the six tentacles stood up and faced the stew pot neatly.

Wait, no.

Horst suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Sure enough, the next moment, several tentacles slowly and tentatively stretched out towards the pot.

"Stop it, that's my breakfast. Even if I, Horst, die and jump from the Tower of Justice, I won't share a bite with you."

Horst didn't care whether the tentacles were disgusting or not. He rushed forward, hugged a few tentacles and dragged them back.

"You damn monster, take your tentacles away from my breakfast."

But only then did Horst realize that the tentacles growing on his body were quite powerful. Even if he used all his strength, he could not move the tentacles at all. As soon as he pulled away a little, he was led by several tentacles towards the beef pot.

"Hell, how did you grow out of me and run with me? What are the principles of physics? Stop it. That's fine beef. At least thirty millas per pound. Do you understand what that means? Okay, stupid tentacles, stop quickly, don’t touch my sixty-meter."

However, Horst's struggle was meaningless. Several tentacles dragged him back to the pot, and with his desperate screams, they inserted their tips into the pot.

Gujiguji.

I don't know if it's the suction cup or the mouth organ that is opening and closing rapidly, and the fragrant beef is submerged into the tentacle's body piece by piece.

"Damn monster, I will fight you."

Horst seemed to see sixty copper millas holding hands and spinning around in front of his eyes, farther and farther away. He didn't care what they were, so he picked up a piece with his chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth.

The taste is really good, the stew is completely delicious, and it is chewy and chewy, especially the smooth taste of good beef, which instantly conquered Horst's taste buds.

"It smells so good."

As soon as I swallowed it, I quickly had another piece.

The tentacles seemed to be very dissatisfied. One tentacle pressed against Horst's face and pushed him outward. The other five quickly reached into the pot and continued eating. However, Horst was not merciful at all. He used his chopsticks superbly and grabbed each piece one by one. Much faster than tentacles.

Not long after, there was only one pot of soup base left in the pot, and the two pounds of meat were taken away. Horst sat directly on the ground beside the pot, clutching his stomach, and suddenly couldn't stop laughing.

The tentacle ignored him and reluctantly sucked the hot pot clean. Then he reluctantly left the edge of the pot and turned to the remaining small pieces of pork.

He moved closer to the pork and shook it. His tentacles actually pushed a few pieces of raw meat aside. They ignored it as if they were very disgusted. They slowly walked back to Horst and came in front of him...

He slapped him on the face several times.

It didn't hurt, just the beef soup that rubbed my face.

After the patting, the tentacles slowly retracted into Horst's belly. The last one shrank to half, and then suddenly stretched out and patted the tentacles, and then quickly retracted completely.

Why is he still angry?

And what does it mean? Could it be that you have learned to be picky about food?

Horst's ominous premonition deepened.

From now on, I won’t have to cook dozens of pounds of meat for it every time before it is willing to eat it.

What should I do if my domesticated tentacle suddenly becomes picky about food? Waiting online, urgent.

Damn it, where in the world can I check such boring questions.

Horst lay on the floor dumbfounded and stared at the ceiling for a long time, but no matter how hard his brain worked, he could not figure out what he had encountered.

It is definitely not a normal creature, it can only be an alien in the mysterious world, maybe one of those terrifying masters from the fantasy world. However, after living together for a year, Horst was not afraid at all.

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. Anyway, I must master the ability of soul awakening as soon as possible. At least I can have some self-protection ability in front of those mysterious people who don't know whether they are attracted by you or me. I can't always let you consume your own energy. Help me resurrect. And get in touch with their circle of awakened people as soon as possible, and have more opportunities to figure out what you are, otherwise I won’t be able to sleep well. Until then, let’s hide together secretly.”

With that said, Horst patted his belly and got up. He angrily picked up the few pieces of pork left by the tentacles, cleaned the pot and started stewing again.

The beef has been robbed, so I can eat pork. If you dare to come out and rob it again, I will stew you together.

Holding the knife to his stomach and threatening him for a moment, Horst felt that he was stupid, so he had to put down the knife and put on his shirt again.

Exactly like a pocket, huh?

The stack of writing paper stuffed into the inner pocket was missing.

According to past experience, although I don’t know the principle, the damaged items on the body will be restored when resurrected. This time, the burned items such as the money bag and coins in the pocket have been restored. Unfortunately, no matter how many times I count them, they will be restored. Not many more.

Only those pages of notes were missing.

Is it because it is a mysterious item that cannot be recovered?

Horst touched the two mysterious crystals and fell into deep thought.

How about setting fire to the house now and dying once to see if these two will disappear?

Forget it, one piece can be sold for two or three lucas.

After giving up the idea of ​​sending him to see Monica, Horst sat down at the table, dug out a few pieces of used paper, dipped them in the soot from the kerosene stove, and wrote down the contents of those pages of notes on the paper. Simply recorded.

The shock and throbbing when they first saw it were completely gone, and there was no abnormality in his spiritual sense. However, Horst still stared at the above sentences and fell into deep contemplation for a long time, until the pot lid made a noise and the aroma of meat floated. When he came out, he put away the waste paper again and yawned long.

After eating the hot stew, the fatigue from a sleepless night immediately came over him. Horst climbed into bed without even bothering to wash the pot.

The Mingyue City outside the window is gradually waking up.

The majesty of Sur, Lord of Light, dispelled the ubiquitous darkness and the fear caused by mystery.

And inside the house, outside the light, on the edge of darkness, Horst lay in the shadows and fell asleep holding his withered money bag.

"Boom..."

"Dong dong..."

He was sleeping soundly when a dull sound like a beating heart suddenly sounded in his ears.

Stimulated by the strange sound, Horst opened his eyes suddenly.

At some point, he was no longer in his room 103.

He was in a thick blood-red fog.

The mist was so thick that it was difficult to distinguish figures face to face.

There was a sickening sweetness in the air, as if the red mist was really condensed with blood.

Wherever he looked, the thick blood mist kept rolling, as if there were endless twisted mysteries hidden in the mist.

But it was quiet in his ears, so quiet that Horst could hear even the beating of the heart and the sound of blood flowing so clearly.

What woke him up was the sound of his own heartbeat.

I am back again?

Horst smelled the fog, the unforgettable smell of blood.

When he traveled through time a year ago, he appeared in a similar environment in a dream, and then he passed out when he met the guy in his belly. When he woke up again, he had become the Horst he is now.

It is said that this is the fantasy world, an imaginary space that only exists in the consciousness world of all intelligent creatures, a terrifying world full of dangers, mystery, and rampant domination.

"Crack."

A faint sound of footsteps sounded from the thick fog.

He couldn't see anything, Horst's heart tightened, and he lay down quietly on the ground, trying to reduce the exposed area as much as possible, and at the same time took out the revolver Serena.

Fortunately, the weapons are still there.

Horst, who was a little lucky, touched his body and saw that it was the only formal suit he was wearing just now. His cane and pistol were also beside him.

"Crack."

The second footsteps were closer.

The depths of the fog in the direction of the sound were vaguely rolling and surging, as if something was about to come out of the depths of the thick fog.

Horst lifted Serena up and tried to calm his heartbeat and breathing.

"Crack."

The third footsteps, the sound is already close in front of you.

A hazy figure appeared in the fog.

Horst's finger was already on the trigger, his eyes staring unblinkingly at the changes in the fog.

The rolling of the mist suddenly intensified, followed by a short low cry.

"Yeah, it's Mr. Horst."

A man dressed in green walked out of the mist, it was Miss Jessica Berndt.

"It's great to see you, Mr. Horst." Miss Berndt patted her chest and breathed a sigh of relief. "Where are you? Why are you here?"

"It's Miss Berndt. You don't know where this is?" Horst also sighed, got up and said, "I don't know what happened. It seemed that I just fell asleep not long ago, and I arrived as soon as I opened my eyes. Here you are, have you just fallen asleep?"

"Yes, I just fell asleep." Miss Berndt quickly walked to Horst's side, "What should we do? We have to find a way to get out of here."

"I was just going that way, Miss Burnt."

Horst said, pointing in the east direction.

"Okay, then I'll follow you."

Miss Berndt glanced at Horst's fingers. Before she could turn her eyes back, a revolver was pressed against her head.

"boom."