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Muddy blood flowed on the ceiling, rotten corpses knelt on the ground to worship, the vitality exuded a foul smell, and the flowers of organs bloomed in the intertwined flesh forest.

Under Situ An's violent urging, the cracks on the headless clay sculpture continued to increase, and eyes opened in Situ An's body. This madman was on the verge of exploding, but he was still madly consuming the power of God.

The Future God never thought of really helping Situ An. It just didn't expect Situ An to do this. Seventeen times to tear the body and start again, in order to break the chain clay sculpture has consumed too much. In the last time, Situ An even took out the madness of dying together. He seemed to want everyone to die, including the gods and himself.

The head has not returned yet, and the main consciousness of the Future God who went to hunt Gao Ming is rushing back urgently. In its eyes, the vast sea is just a livestock farm, but those ants want to kill God one by one!

The God may also be wondering why all the madmen in the vast sea have gathered here.

"It's about to be born! The child of the future God! The flesh and blood of God!" Xia Yang bit the blood vessel in front of him excitedly, letting the dirty blood flow into his mouth. His body was further merging with the underground parking lot: "The will of God has not returned yet, let me draw your body!"

The flesh and blood surged under his body, and strange patterns appeared on Xia Yang's clothes and exposed skin. It was the clay sculpture of the future God he drew himself. There was no respect for the gods in his eyes, and he even dared to draw the gods all over his body.

Crawling, Xia Yang moved quickly towards the corner of the parking lot.

Situ An, who burst out the power of the clay sculpture, frowned slightly. He completely stimulated the abnormality of the underground parking lot, making the entire area completely alienated, but those strange flesh and blood things ignored Xia Yang, as if Xia Yang and them were of the same origin.

"I retrieved the clay sculptures of the future god and the past god. Their things are mine." Situ An waved his arm, and blood on the ground entangled into a flesh snake: "My flesh and blood body was destroyed by Gao Ming, and now I am in need of a suitable body."

God treats people as chess pieces, and people are always calculating God. Situ An suppressed the black faith that was about to get out of control in his body, and carefully hid his own bloody faith. That was his deepest secret, which even his mother didn't know.

"What a cruel and pitiful guy." Gao Yun, who was wearing the white armband of the student union, was still held by the big hand formed by death. Situ An was very careful with him, but Gao Yun didn't seem to care about the safety of this body. He looked at the corner of the parking lot, without greed in his eyes, and a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"What should we do? Should we go there too!" He Jing looked at Xia Yang, whose body was twisted, walking through the forest of flesh, and his face turned pale: "He's going to 'swim' away!"

Fan Li was also unsure. Xia Yang was given to him by Gao Ming, but now the situation was completely out of control. He had no choice but to ask Xi Shan for help: "As a member of Team 13, did Gao Ming tell you anything?"

"Yes! I saw that your hands were always hidden in your pockets. If you have any trump cards, use them quickly!" He Jing was also anxious. Mouths grew on his skin. Those mouths had their own thoughts. Some were laughing, and some were crying!

Xi Shan clenched the purple underwear in his pocket, his face turned green: "You can't let me fight the three of them, right?"

The blood rain swept, and everyone's body was changing. The violent vitality gathered in the land of death.

Xia Yang, who was ‘swimming’ in the front, was the first to discover something was wrong. The bodies in the forest of meat gradually became complete. The breath they exuded was cold and creepy, and the bodies near the corners basically wore a white student union armband. This scene looked extremely weird. It was clearly the time when newborns were born, but those bodies seemed to be attending a funeral.

“No, no!” Xia Yang turned his head suddenly and looked behind him. His eyes jumped over Situ An and fell on Gao Yun.

Gao Yun, who was caught by the death, also happened to see Xia Yang. He opened his mouth and bit his tongue without any hesitation.

His eyes bulged out, his vitality faded, and his body quickly withered. An invisible wind blew to the corner of the underground parking lot.

The body caught by the death fell to the ground like a broken puppet. Gao Yun’s body tilted his head and looked at the seventeen bodies hanging around the pillars. The last expression on his face was a smile.

The eighteen corpses corresponded to the eighteen soul locks on Situ An's soul. Gao Yun seemed to have known this information in advance. At this time, the blood flowing from these eighteen corpses was all poured into the headless clay sculpture of the future god.

Situ An drew away the power of the headless clay sculpture, and Gao Yun's blood began to fill the clay sculpture.

"You want to rob too?" Xia Yang and Situ An realized something and suddenly accelerated. As the forest of flesh was torn apart, they were getting closer and closer to the crying and cries for help!

The corpses were decreasing, and the headless women that Xia Yang had seen began to increase gradually. Their bodies were connected to the blood vessels that covered the underground parking lot, and most of them even wore the white armbands of the student union on their arms.

The bad premonition in his heart became stronger, and Xia Yang didn't care about cherishing the "beautiful" work, and he rudely drilled into the deepest part of the forest of flesh.

When he lifted the branches made of flesh and blood, the cry for help stopped abruptly, and the invisible wind blew over Xia Yang's body and fell into the darkness.

In a hidden corner of the meat forest, several citizens wearing white student union armbands twisted their bodies together to form a tilted meat bed.

On the meat bed lay a woman who was about to give birth. She grabbed her companion's arm, her body trembling with pain, her facial features distorted, but her eyes made people feel familiar and indifferent.

"White student union armband?"

Situ An, who came later, also saw the woman. All the life was flowing in the direction of the woman. The unfinished life of the deceased was in vain, and the life that the future god had taken away from the river of time was all merged into the woman's body.

"Is it you? Gao Yun?" Situ An's eyelids twitched.

"Have you known the future god's plan for a long time? Send your followers into the underground parking lot in advance?" Xia Yang figured it out the moment he saw the other person: "In order to take away the child born from the future god, you let How many people must die to become its mother?”

The underground parking lot was used as a morgue by the residents of the community. After Gao Yun learned about this, he not only did not avoid it, but also asked his followers to "perfect" it and build a "hotbed" for the birth of the gods.

Xia Yang's words frightened the others. Looking at the corpses wearing white student union armbands, several people felt chills. They thought Gao Yun would have a better personality, but who knew he was the most ruthless one!

Gao Yun has been in the tunnel of the cycle of life and death for who knows how long. Gao Yun's understanding of life is rather extreme. He is not like Gao Ming who can forget the pain and start over. He has endured it until now.

"What a pity." Gao Yun's voice came from the woman's mouth, and she looked at the headless clay sculpture. Her blood and faith were flowing in the cracked clay sculpture: "You found it a little late. "