Chapter 55 The Bow-Shaped God Descends (13)

Xie Mian suddenly had the urge to pick up the hammer on the ground and knock himself unconscious.

At this moment, beside him were his unconscious teammates, in front of him was his father who was watching him hungrily, and behind him were waving disgusting and sticky tentacles.

The new insect god had become unrecognizable after being eaten by the old insect god. He fell to the ground dying, like a lifeless piece of fat meat.

The fat rises and falls, as if expressing unwillingness and despair.

Looking at the old insect god who was still swinging his tentacles and taking revenge on the new insect god, Xie Mian rolled his fingertips. He knew that there was no way he could compete with the old insect god. The only way now was to capture the leader first and get rid of his father.

"What the hell are you doing, what the hell are you doing?"

The father's facial muscles trembled, his eyes widened with anger, and he kicked the old insect god's fat body with one kick after another.

"Woo~"

The fat, thick and soft flesh did not move at all under his father's feet. Although he should not have felt any pain, the old insect god whimpered in grievance, curled up his tentacles, and like a child who had been abused at home, dragged his huge body and buried his head in the corner of the wall.

"Woo~Woo~"

The old insect god's voice was very soft, like a kitten's, as if he was trying hard not to make any louder noise.

"Fuck, fuck!"

Looking at the old insect god's appearance, the father's anger poured out: "Just like your mother, a bitch and a waste!"

Success was clearly within reach, but now he failed at the last moment. This useless person who was incapable of doing anything but always causing trouble, if he didn't want to use his flesh to make pills to attract unsuspecting people, he would have killed this useless person right now!

Looking at his angry father and the aggrieved insect curled up in a ball, Xie Mian narrowed his eyes slightly, as if thinking about something.

The human-worms he had seen before were all devoid of emotion or consciousness, just monsters that devoured flesh and blood. But this old worm god gave him a different feeling.

The old insect god who kept making tiny "woohoo" sounds gave him the feeling of a little baby who was afraid to cry loudly.

"Go eat them for me, don't hide here!"

The old insect god was kicked again. It shook its body and its tentacles flew out from its body like bursting dandelions.

The head at the tip of the tentacle grinned fiercely, swinging like a copper bell:

"Save me, hehe, save me!"

“Hehehe, hehehe!

“Hehehe!”

The dense laughter was like a demonic sound, making the brain ache. Xie Mian plucked two tufts of goose feathers from the goose, rolled them into balls, and stuffed them into his ears.

The devilish sound subsided, and Xie Mian breathed a sigh of relief.

He kicked Goose Shifang lying on the ground aside, glanced at Yang Shu lying on the ground in a big letter shape, and flew up directly, rushing towards the nearest tentacle.

When his arm suddenly touched the tentacles, it was like hitting steel and concrete, and his arm turned purple in an instant.

Xie Mian endured the severe pain and shuttled between the rapidly waving arms.

Bend over, stoop, turn your head...try your best to avoid any contact with these crazy tentacles.

His target was the short baby arm - although he was not sure, he had a feeling that the short, lotus-root-like baby arm that was tightly clasping his palm was the key.

A tentacle hit his back heavily. Xie Mian endured the severe pain and did not let the blood spurt out of his mouth.

Suddenly, my back felt tight and a sharp, biting pain came.

Xie Mian knew that it was his back that had been torn off by those grinning heads.

The smell of blood and flesh exploded in the air, and in the hazy air, there was a faint fragrance spreading in the dark and damp basement.

These smells made the head at the tip of the tentacle even more crazy.

They shook their heads, laughed loudly, and saliva kept secreting from their mouths.

"Hehe, I'm so hungry!"

"Hehehe, I'm so hungry!"

The new insect god, who was lying limp on the ground and almost dead, seemed to have smelled the fragrance in the air. He raised his head with all his strength, and his broken tentacles crawled on the ground little by little towards Xie Mian.

Xie Mian also smelled the fragrance in the air.

A sweet fragrance filled the basement, becoming stronger and stronger as the pain in his back intensified.

It's the blooming of peach blossoms in March, the opening of Montes white wine, the fireworks stained with the morning glow, the gorgeous red mixed with the ultimate white...

Xie Mian felt a little dizzy from the aroma. He shook his head, trying to make himself more sober.

Perhaps it was the excessive blood loss that made him dizzy and want to close his eyes and sleep.

I can’t sleep, I can’t sleep. If I sleep, I will just sleep with the earth forever.

Xie Mian bit the tip of his tongue. The blood on the tip of his tongue mixed with the blood in his mouth, making him feel nauseous for a moment, but also making him more sober.

He had no time to care about the heads stuck to his back and being gnawed at frantically; his eyes were focused only on the little hand that was clenched into a fist.

Xie Mian stretched out his arms, endured the tearing pain in his back, jumped up, and tightly grasped his clenched fists.

“Wow wow wow… wow wow wow…”

What is crying?

It is the life that has come into the world that is crying.

A wrinkled baby, still covered in amniotic fluid and meconium, was picked up.

He kicked his legs and cried loudly, looking for his mother's arms.

"Let me see him, let me see him!"

In a cold laboratory filled with various medical instruments, a mother who had just given birth tried her best to lift her upper body and stretched out her hands, wanting to hug her child.

"Jiang Lin, do you think I would kill him? Don't worry, I am his nominal father after all, how could I kill him!"

The man holding the baby had a distorted expression, his eyes full of madness and greed.

——This man is the father.

The father in a white coat threw the baby onto the mother, then turned and left, locking the laboratory door.

The mother, holding her child, fell from the operating table and tried to stop the door from locking:

"You can't do this to me, he's your child, he really is your child!"

…

The crying of a woman, the crying of a baby, and the shrill laughter filled the laboratory. Xie Mian covered his ears and tried to escape, but the crying, laughing, and shouting became louder and louder.

God, have you heard the suffering in the world?

Have you heard the world’s cries for help?

If you hear it, please come down!

…

In the cold laboratory, the skinny mother cut her wrists, squeezed out the blood and fed it to her child.

The clothes were hanging empty on her body, and the baby was lying on her chest searching, but in the end he found nothing and could only cry.

Mother peeled the dry skin off her lips and licked them.

The taste of blood temporarily relieved her hacking cough.

The man hadn't come to the lab for two months. There was no food, and the water in the lab had long been finished.

The woman tilted her head back, opened her mouth, and exhaled suppressed breath from her throat.

After the child finished drinking the blood in the bowl, she weakly raised her arm and tremblingly stretched it towards the child's neck...