The Death Knell

"Well, it's a little sticky, a little fishy, ​​a little bitter, and a little lubricated. It has a really rich taste. I have never thought that something like crystal clusters can have so many levels of performance. Maybe it matches It will taste better with Mexican hot sauce. Well, they also seem to discharge electricity, and there will be a faint needle-pricking feeling when the tongue touches it, which is quite refreshing."

Using his extremely flexible tongue to quickly sweep across a large area of ​​ground beneath his body, Deadpool lay like a dog in the darkness, paused for a moment to taste, and then turned to report his findings to the veterans in the live broadcast room.

"." The veterans in the live broadcast room silently stated a fact.

Wade, who was lying on the ground, saw it, and then his body stiffened for a moment, but soon he shrugged indifferently and said in a mean voice:

"Ah, so it turns out that I just touched my butt with my hands, and then the pus and blood from my rectum got on my hands. Then when I touched the surrounding environment, they transferred to the crystal, so now I'm actually licking It's my own blood, right? It's not a big deal. Anyway, I still bite my own fingernails to play with when I'm free. Who among you has never eaten your own snot? This is not dirty at all, but a cycle. .”

Next, he talked a lot of nonsense, about the different tastes of nasal mucus in different seasons, such as how to smell the skin of your own feet after tearing it off and putting it under your nostrils, and the four ways to bite your own fingernails, etc. .

In short, the live broadcast room is full of happy air.

But the nonsense is only one aspect. The information that needs to be collected has been collected before, that is, except for pus and blood, these crystals have no smell, and they should be some kind of energy collection.

The surrounding crystals don't emit light, or they absorb nearby light, making this a truly lightless environment. Even when Deadpool touches them, he can't see a single blurry outline.

In addition to these, this cave is also filled with a smell similar to that of death. Others may still get it wrong, but Deadpool is too familiar with death, and he will never be wrong in this regard. The smell, or rather the feeling, must have something to do with something broken.

That's all the information. Let the fans in the live broadcast room think about it anyway. Deadpool himself was talking nonsense while turning over and sitting on the ground to rest.

Because I couldn't see anything, the screen in the live broadcast room was almost black. I don't know what the veterans meant by just listening to the sound, but the fact was that there were more and more viewers, and Deadpool was talking more energetically.

"Family members, except for Uncle Deadpool and I, no one can trust anything on the Internet. House manager, house manager, please come out and take out the movie guy who sells videos in my live broadcast room. What kind of level is this? You can't even give me a gift." If you don’t give me credit, you’re selling movies here? You’re a liar at first glance.”

He fumbled in his trouser pockets a few times, took out a cigar and a lighter, crossed his legs and said like a big boss:

"It seems like I'm really popular. There used to be very few people in the live broadcast room, and no movie guys came over. Now, I can't even drive away the people selling videos, haha!"

After laughing, the friction sound of the flip-top lighter was heard, and the swaying flames rose up, illuminating a small area around it.

At this time, the veterans in the live broadcast room gave up, and they all made fierce and fragrant remarks:

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"Ah, yes, hiss, look at my brain, I even forgot that I had a lighter on me! But it's not my fault, I don't want to get brain cancer," he hit his head with his hand. He closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue, his head tilted to one side cutely: "Hey☆Hey~ You should feel sorry for giegie."

The firelight illuminated Deadpool's hanging tongue. The rotten tongue was covered with pustules and was now stained with some blood-tinged brownish-yellow sticky substance.

Now, the scolding in the live broadcast room became even more intense. The old guys who often surfed the Internet all spoke very nicely, were very knowledgeable, and their typing speed was astonishingly fast. It made Deadpool so excited!

Feel free to scold me, because this is also popular.

Just as he was happily smoking a cigar and feeling the benefits of popularity, there seemed to be a buzzing sound in his ears, like mosquitoes flying in the darkness in the distance.

"Stop, old guys, did you hear anything?" Deadpool retracted his legs, sat down again on the ground full of crystal clusters, tilted his head and listened: "It sounds like something in the dark. The mosquito is not in my ears, so this shouldn’t be an illusion that only I can hear, right?”

"."

The veterans in the live broadcast room said that this was indeed not Deadpool's hallucination. Although there were indeed some tricksters deliberately causing trouble, after all, there were still a lot of people.

There was indeed a high-frequency sound of insects flapping their wings in the darkness. Although it was impossible to see where it was in the faint light of the lighter, the sound was indeed getting closer.

"This movement looks a bit like cockroaches. Speaking of which, I am very knowledgeable about cockroaches." Deadpool stood up and drew out the samurai sword behind him to be on guard. At the same time, he did not forget to say dirty words: "I have lived in I don’t know why there are always a lot of cockroaches in those places. They stay out at night and day, and often eat the burritos and pizzas I haven’t finished. Their little black eyes make their thoughts look very simple, but I know They are evil as hell.”

Actually, with Deadpool's lazy pig-like living habits, he keeps leftover takeout boxes for three years without throwing them away, and his house is filled with all kinds of garbage. He would be damned if there were no cockroaches in his house.

In the city, the first natural enemy of cockroaches is actually rats, but Deadpool throws away too much food. Rats can eat delicious leftovers, so who would eat cockroaches?

Therefore, there were not only cockroaches but also mice in his house. They were all raised to be fat and strong, and they even felt as if they had awakened higher wisdom.

"." The non-existent audience said something again.

"I'm overthinking it. Do you think I'm my cousin? How could I go out with pesticides? With the ability to carry heavy loads, I might as well bring a few more boxes of condoms." Deadpool raised his samurai sword and lighter. First put on a posture: "Okay, I have determined the direction it is flying from. I hope it comes towards the fire and not towards my beautiful and juicy body."

As he spoke, the object that made a buzzing and flapping sound approached at high speed. When its figure appeared in Deadpool's field of vision, even Wade took a breath.

Because the thing looks like a huge brown lump of shit, and there is a pair of fly wings on the back of the shit. Compared with Beelzebub, the Lord of the Flies, this thing is more abstract.