Chapter 358 I swallowed the entire Ninth District? ! !
[You are detained in a cold and cramped interrogation room. No one pays attention to you, and no one lets you out. You then empty your mind and enter into a state of forgetting both yourself and the world. ][You begin to practice the third level of the Blood and Flesh Realization Technique. ][In the first year, you sat cross-legged on a cold iron chair, your skin oozing with amber-colored mucus like beeswax. ][When the first drop of mucus fell to the ground, a strange smell of flesh and blood spread. Countless transparent hyphae suddenly emerged from the cracks in the bricks of the interrogation room and mysteriously climbed up your ankles along the legs of the iron chair. ][You were so absorbed in your practice that you did not notice the unusual phenomena in the interrogation room. ][Five years later, the mycelium has woven a second circulatory system under your skin and has become one with you. The transparent tentacles rise and fall with your breathing, transforming the rust on the interrogation chair into dark green pus. ][Ten years later, your ribs evolved into spiral bone spurs. Eighteen spiral bone spurs pierced through your spine and intertwined into a forest of white bones behind you. The bone wheels cut through the air and made a shrill scream like the howling of a ghost. ][Every night at twelve o'clock, the bone wheel rotates automatically, pulling the mycelium like a millstone. ][One night you suddenly opened your eyes and saw the mycelium suddenly rioting. ][Billions of hyphae twisted into flesh-colored noose, tearing apart the floor tiles. A half-rotten, half-jade-colored finger bone was slowly pulled out, with a double nine-helix DNA chain wrapped around the bone. ][For some reason, you feel a fatal temptation, and everything in your body seems to be stimulated and awakened, frantically conveying the feeling of hunger to you. ][Your stomach twitched wildly in your throat, and the horrible feeling of hunger made you bite four of your molars to pieces. ][You use your great willpower to suppress the horrifying impulse and continue to practice the true power of flesh and blood. ][In twenty years, your stomach has transformed into an independent living being. It will drill out of your throat when you enter the state of meditation, use its barbed tentacles to prey on the mycelium growing all over the room, and finally swallow the finger bone in one gulp. ][Thirty-five years later, the entire interrogation room has turned into a sac of flesh and blood. The network of blood vessels on the wall pulsated like a living circuit, densely wrapped around deformed living bodies, with only half of their heads hanging exposed. ][Most of these heads have had their facial features smoothed out to form a smooth face. They are all exactly the same, except for one face that has received some special treatment and has retained its facial features as it did in life. If you look closely, you will find that his model is about three-quarters similar to yours. ][Fifty years later, the ceiling has turned into a huge carpet of flesh, expanding outward. The steel bars have twisted into white fangs in the proliferating tissue, and bundles of nerves like umbilical cords hang in the ventilation ducts. ][Seventy-five years later, your eyeballs dissolved into two pools of blood. The sticky blood pools reflected half of the city in District 9. You saw tens of thousands of rotting corpses practicing synchronously in the ruins of the city. ][Their spines also have white bone wheels growing on them, and they maintain the same breathing frequency as you. ][On the last day of the ninety-nine years, your heart suddenly burst out of your chest and floated in the center of the bone wheel, beating. ][Thousands of painful human faces appeared on the surface of that dark red flesh ball, and each face was chanting your real name in unison. The sound waves vibrated in the air, creating terrifying ripples. ][Your flesh and blood begin to unlock the true power and begin to break through madly. ][Four states of solution! ][Five states of solution! ][Six states of solution! ][Seven states of release! ][Eight states of release! ][Nine states of release! ][The Blood and Flesh Initial Release True Skill seemed to have no boundaries, as if it had evolved itself into another more bizarre and evil magic skill, advancing by leaps and bounds all the way until it reached the Hundred Releases State, the Thousand Releases State, and the Ten Thousand Releases State. ][At the moment of the hundredth year, you manipulated the bone wheel to cut off the heart. ][When the heart broke, what spurted out was not blood, but a series of wailing human faces. ][The stomach sac drills out of your mouth and swallows all the human faces. You roar and start the final sprint. The entire cave of flesh and blood suddenly shrinks into a cocoon. ][With a teeth-grinding squeezing sound, you feel each bone reorganizing into a more perfect form. ][When the cocoon shell was about to crack, countless bones rolled back to the sky like a landslide and a tsunami. A pair of scarlet, enchanting and strangely rotating eyeballs peered at everything with malicious resentment through the cracks in the cocoon shell. ][warn! The gene chain is broken! ][Bones were broken into pieces all over the place, and a dull sound like a watermelon bursting could be heard from inside the cocoon shell. Your last consciousness lingers on the bloody words jumping wildly on your retina: [Breakthrough failed! ][Deduct half of the payment points and return half of the payment points! ][Calculation error, calculation error, calculation error...][Warning: Subject to unknown interference! ][Error code: 0xc00000404b…..][…The system encountered unknown interference…][Warning: Your Blood and Flesh True Art seems to have undergone some unknown mutation. Do you accept this change? ][System prompt: If you choose to accept, the difficulty of breaking through this technique will be significantly reduced, and the upper limit of the technique will be greatly increased, but your body and will will inevitably be affected and gradually change in the direction of... ][Please make a selection: Accept – Yes/No? Feng Mu slowly opened his eyes, the weight of a hundred years of time settled deep in his pupils. That touch of vicissitudes and loneliness seems to have come from the end of the long river of time.
In reality, only a few minutes had passed, but for Feng Mu, these few minutes felt like a real century of solitude.
In his memory, he witnessed with his own eyes the fall of District Nine under the bloody fungus blanket, and the deformed corpses devoured all life like a tide.
Those scenes were too real - the touch of mycelium wrapped around steel bars, the stench of the flesh and blood cave, the scream of the spinning bone wheels were so real that they didn't seem like an illusory memory of training.
It seems so real... He is the source of the disaster in District 9! “If I choose to accept
Feng Mu narrowed his eyes, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the armrests of the interrogation chair.
“Will those scenes really happen in reality?”
There was a fierce battle going on in his heart. That terrifying and evil power tempted him like a poppy. Even if he had to become an inhuman monster, he seemed to be able to accept it.
But the last scene in his memory made him feel rebellious - his sanity was devoured by hunger, and he turned into a skeleton driven by hunger, launching a death charge towards the sky, but ultimately failed? ! ! "I swallowed that jade finger bone." Feng Mu's pupils shrank slightly, "Or did that jade finger bone parasitize me?"
The lights in the interrogation room flickered, casting mottled shadows on his face. Those shadows seemed to be wriggling, like the mycelium in memory reviving in reality.
Feng Mu lowered his head, his eyes were deep and cold, as if he wanted to cut through the skin and flesh disguised by the ground: "In the end, whether the memory of cultivation is an illusion or not, we can verify it by digging up the ground and confirming whether there is a piece of jade finger bone buried underneath."
"If not, then of course there's nothing to talk about. If there is, then it means that the cultivation memory is not entirely an illusion. Sometimes, it represents a prophecy given by fate?"
(End of this chapter)
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