The Death Knell

"It's really a living thing, what nonsense." Su Ming threw away the threads that were crumpled into a ball of wool, and wiped the black blood on his chest with his palm: "It's so dirty, so it's not an octopus but a squid?"

Just wiping it wasn't enough. He also smelled his palm. There was no fishy smell, but there was the fermented smell of ink.

It was unpleasant, and I had to wash my hands quickly and use some disinfectant.

"Hey."

The symbiote's black bean sprouts sprouted from his shoulders, and its thin tentacle arms touched the man's face. It was comforting the host, and at the same time it meant - rub it for you.

"Stop wiping, can't you absorb the ink? Just like the blood on my body in the past, and other people's brains, weren't you the ones who absorbed it?"

Because the armor on his body was transformed from the symbiote, Su Ming never had to worry about cleaning his uniform in the past.

Many people think superheroes are beautiful, but does anyone really know how difficult it is to clean some complicated uniforms?

For example, Xiao Dai's armor has many rivets and inlaid metal decorations. If there is blood residue under the gaps, cleaning it cannot be done by sending it to a dry cleaner.

Deadpool's method is the simplest, because his uniform does not have any special abilities and is similar to Qiu Yi, so he goes to the factory to buy two to three hundred pieces every time he purchases goods. If one becomes dirty, he does not wash it, but Throw it away directly or sell the original flavor online to fans.

The advantages of the symbiote armor are reflected at this time. You don't have to clean it yourself, and it doesn't cause waste. It is very environmentally friendly.

Su Ming is not the kind of crazy environmentalist, like some people who rush in and destroy people's pots and stoves when they see people burning firewood for cooking, but he still cares about the earth when conditions permit.

"Hey."

The black bean sprout shook his head. He couldn't absorb the ink-like object that was stained on the host this time. It was the monster's body fluid, but it wasn't. It was more like some high-level concept was contaminated.

This kind of thing is inedible and must be cleaned by the host itself, and it certainly does not need to be rinsed with clean water.

"If you can't even do this little thing, what do I need you for?" Su Ming once again landed on the white seabed and began to use quantum concepts to analyze the things on his body, while playing with his symbiont.

"嘤嘤嘤!"

The symbiote made a coquettish sound. It was just weak, and the swallowing method could not swallow anything. The level of this concept was beyond the limit.

Although the cry it made was still the same, the signal received in Su Ming's mind was that of a clamp, which was very disgusting.

"Okay, this is still a mysterious power." Deathstroke shook his head speechlessly, and began to scrub his armor with quantum. It looked like blue light was coming out of his body, and black spots were rubbed and flew everywhere: "Perhaps the creatures living in the mystery have the concept of this attribute in their bodies. This is their blood."

"Um."

Strangler understands, it has always understood, but now it wants the host to help find a way so that it can eat the body of the line monster to see if it can obtain a new evolution.

The other party may not even have DNA. After all, it is definitely not a creation of the gods, but what if the lines that make up the body can be analyzed?

"I don't have any good ideas yet. Let's try to collect the body first." Although Su Ming said this, he still took out the Pharos Triangle from his pocket and gently touched the line monster with it. lines of tentacles.

Previously, this thing could be used as a torture tool to hurt the little ghost that was the embodiment of the United Power. Then there was a certain probability that it could hurt the embodiment of other mysterious powers.

This conjecture was correct. The originally indestructible black line, which looked like a line drawn by a pencil on rough paper, broke off and fell to the ground the moment it came into contact with the small triangular pyramid.

"Dang Cang."

It also made this kind of funny metal collision sound.

"There is a way." Su Ming smiled, and he handed the small section of the triangle to Hangsha with his backhand: "With these two things, do you know how to use a trap? Just hold them up, then open your mouth and follow them underneath, maybe Are the particles small enough to be digested? Let’s try it first.”

After that, he looked at the surrounding environment again, then turned around and continued to move forward on the seabed, towards the lighthouse-shaped line building.

This distance is much farther than expected, and it makes people feel like they are running to death. However, the sound of strangulation and rubbing of food can be heard along the way, which is not monotonous, not to mention the communication between it and the host. No mouth or any vocal organ is used.

"Hey."

The symbiote tried to eat according to the host's instructions, and at the same time it talked about the attack just now. Maybe the appearance of the monster was also a clue.

Deathstroke, who lit a cigarette casually, confirmed this. He continued to look at the lighthouse in front of him, and that thing cast a reflection in his eyes.

"Definitely. If there is only a lighthouse made of lines, then it is an isolated evidence. I may not be able to think of anything yet. But if a second existence made of lines appears, and it is still a living thing, then I am sure that we should If you think in this direction, maybe when you reach the next level, it will be filled with all kinds of lines."

"Hey."

Symbiote Bean Sprout nodded, does it mean that it will then smoothly transition to the world of creation, filling the frame composed of lines with color, thus forming three-dimensional things and substances, and then developing a story?

"Actually, when a specific person like me enters the world of divine movement with my own knowledge of time and space, a story must have already happened here."

Exhaling a puff of smoke, Su Mingyun said his conjecture lightly, but soon made a little bear gesture of spreading his hands and said with a smile:

"I just don't know who can see this story. I hope it won't be seen by CAAT, then we will have no stealth advantage."

"Hey."

Strangler, who was also thinking, said that anyway, it felt that Deadpool would definitely be able to see it, and so would Gwen and Harley. The more abnormal the brain, the easier it would be to understand higher-level things.

"Yeah, it's too abstract. Maybe my current journey has become so abstract that people can't understand it. Well, but that's also a good thing." Deathstroke shrugged. He only focused on walking and licking his lips. Holding a cigarette: "I prefer to act in secret. Being noticed and understood by too many people is not conducive to my performance."

"Hey."

The symbiote said that this was indeed the case. It didn't like to be exposed to too many people. It just didn't know what happened to the host after it came here. Was it really what TOAA and Azathoth expected?

"Pigments must be used, oil painting techniques. Didn't you also see it?" Su Ming did not say directly. He just touched Douya's head and motioned it to stop talking: "We don't need to know those irrelevant matters now. Just do what you are doing right now, here we are, this line lighthouse."