But hunger, like a merciless hand, gripped the people's throats, forcing them to confront these bizarre, glowing marine creatures. In the sparsely furnished kitchen, the people began to prepare these unprecedented ingredients with trepidation. Their hands trembled slightly as their knives sliced through these bizarre forms, making a heart-pounding sound. The slender, snake-like, tentacled creatures were cut into small pieces, their tentacles drooping limply on the chopping board. The green light seemed to fade, yet it still evoked a sense of terror. A flat creature, its folds studded with purple beads, was painstakingly peeled open, the beads tumbling to the floor, emitting a mysterious halo of light. The black, umbrella-like body of a creature resembling a giant jellyfish was carefully cut off, its red veins seemingly flowing as its blue tentacles were severed, the glow gradually fading. The cooking process was filled with anxiety and hesitation. The fire burned brightly in the stove, and the water in the pot began to boil. These mutated creatures were dumped into the pot one after another. Their strange colors and glow gradually faded in the hot water, emitting a strange, pungent odor. But the hungry people no longer cared. They suppressed their fear and stirred the food in the pot continuously. Finally, the mutated sea creatures were cooked and served on the table. Their shapes were no longer complete, but they still exuded an indescribable and eerie aura. People gathered around the table, staring at the food in front of them with complicated eyes, their throats swallowing unconsciously. The torment of hunger finally forced them to reach out with trembling hands, pick up the utensils, and slowly put the unknown food into their mouths. Every bite was filled with hesitation and fear, but for the sake of survival, to continue to survive in this cruel world, they had to force themselves to swallow the food that might contain unknown dangers.
Xiao Yi stood at the dining table, hesitant at first. His brow furrowed, his eyes fixed on the bizarre array of food, a turmoil and unease filling his heart. His gaze lingered over the eerie aura of food, a whirlwind of worries racing through his mind. Could these mutated sea creatures really be eaten? Were they poisonous? Would ingesting them bring dire consequences? However, as he looked up and saw everyone wolfing down their food, his hesitation began to waver. The people around him, long starving, were now desperately shoveling food into their mouths, their faces etched with a desperate desire to survive and a resigned heart. Xiao Yi noticed an elderly man beside him, his hands trembling, yet he struggled to get food into his mouth, his eyes revealing a resolute will to survive. Elsewhere, a child devoured the food with gusto, his mouth stained with food crumbs, his face radiating a look of temporary satisfaction. Looking at the others, though their appearance was disastrous, their reckless determination to survive deeply touched Xiao Yi. He knew that if he continued to hesitate, he might lose this rare chance to survive. So, Xiao Yi took a deep breath, slowly stretched out his hand, and picked up the cutlery. His hands were still shaking, but his eyes gradually became firm. He picked up a piece of food, put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly. At first, his throat was a little tight, but he finally swallowed it. With the first bite, Xiao Yi's movements gradually became decisive. He followed everyone's rhythm, eating one bite after another, praying silently in his heart, hoping that these foods could bring him the strength to survive, rather than an unknown disaster.
After several days, strange symptoms quietly descended upon Xiao Yi and his companions, leaving them feeling horrified. It began with Xiao Yi suddenly waking from his sleep, feeling an inexplicable itch that seemed to come from deep within his bones, and no amount of scratching could relieve it. His skin began to flush faintly, and he initially dismissed it as a common allergy. However, as time passed, the symptoms intensified. Xiao Yi's eyes became bloodshot, bulging, and horrifying. His vision became blurry, as if the world before him was veiled in a hazy veil. The situation for others was equally dire. Some began to develop strange spots on their skin, varying in color from dark purple to an eerie dark green. The spots developed irregular patterns and spread, resembling a terrifying abstract painting. Others began to twist unnaturally, their joints aching with pain, as if an invisible force were forcibly reshaping their bone structure. Their gait became strange and unsteady, as if they had lost control of their bodies. Even more terrifying, some of their voices changed. The once normal voice became hoarse and low, sometimes even uttering some incomprehensible syllables, as if from another world. Xiao Yi found that his sense of taste was also affected. All food became extremely bitter in his mouth and difficult to swallow. His hearing was also gradually declining. The sounds around him became increasingly distant, as if he was isolated in a silent world. These strange symptoms were like a demonic curse, constantly tormenting their bodies and minds, and making them fall into deep fear and despair.
First, someone, while going about their daily business, suddenly felt an inexplicable itching. This itch wasn't caused by insect bites or dry skin, but rather a strange, internal itch, as if countless tiny insects were darting freely through their flesh. Initially, the person tried to endure it, scratching gently, but the itch only grew stronger, spreading like a life. He scratched at his body with increasing force, desperate to break through the flesh and find the source of the itch. Then, even as the unbearable itching persisted, strange markings began to appear on his skin. At first, these markings were faint, barely discernible marks. Soon, they became more distinct, their colors becoming increasingly vibrant and eerie. Some were a deep purple, like blood clots, scattered irregularly across his arms and neck, like the marks left by a demonic strangulation. Others are dark green, with a dull sheen, like the mysterious and ominous symbols of ancient totems, stretching from the back to the abdomen. The edges of these markings are irregular, but rather diffuse, as if they are constantly growing and spreading. Some intertwine, forming more complex and terrifying patterns; others stand alone, yet echo each other, making the entire skin look like a canvas filled with sinister meaning. Over time, the color of these markings continues to deepen and change, from deep purple to dark black, from dark green to a deep blue, leaving a chilling impression. And the fear within those who possess these markings, like them, spreads rapidly, enveloping the entire mobile base.
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