Chapter 62 Chapter 62 The worm in the making (losing sanity...
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"I'm looking for the entrance." She Yu's voice became distant. "Master, hold on. Don't act rashly. The enemy is very powerful."
"Yeah," Mo Shiyu replied, "Don't worry, just follow Dunjun and the others and you should be able to find the entrance."
Sheyu responded.
This might be the plot of Wild Dog, Mo Shiyu thought.
It’s a pity I haven’t seen it.
For the hundred and first time, Mo Shiyu wanted to bash himself for thinking that this anime was too popular and being too arrogant to watch it.
He turned his attention back to himself.
The snow-white silk thread that bound him was as thin as a hair, but its toughness and hardness were extraordinary. Mo Shiyu spent a long time grinding it, and only managed to wear off half of it.
What was even more unbearable was that after he started to move, the place where Mo Shiyu's hand touched the silk thread suddenly felt numb and itchy.
The threads sank into his skin and began to wriggle like worms.
Mo Shiyu quickly realized that this was not an illusion, because the silk thread that was originally just wrapped around his wrist began to spread down his arm.
The silk thread did not pierce his skin, but just wrapped around it all the way down. It should be able to secrete toxins. The places where my arm touched it felt numb and itchy. Every inch of my skin seemed to itch to the bone, and I wanted to scratch it hard.
Mo Shiyu got goosebumps all over his body. He realized something, stopped cutting the silk thread, and relaxed his body motionlessly.
Sure enough, the speed at which the silk thread spread stopped.
This must be a supernatural power... Mo Shiyu drooped his eyelids, enduring the waves of numbness and itching, his forehead soaked with cold sweat.
If you move, the threads will spread all over your body and secrete toxins, making it difficult to move due to the numbness and itching... eventually enveloping your entire body...
As a binding skill, there is nothing more suitable than this.
He gasped softly a few times, sweat dripping down his chin, silently dripping onto the white filaments on the ground.
Mo Shiyu didn't move anymore, but instead focused his attention around him.
This is a spindle-shaped room, with vertical edges around and pointed top and bottom, all densely wrapped with white silk threads. The silk threads that hold Mo Shiyu hang down from the pointed ends.
After so long, Mo Shiyu's vision has completely adapted to the environment, and he noticed more details.
The room was hot, humid, and not breathable, like a steamer, but light could still come in from outside. Although it became extremely dim when it came in, it was still bright enough to see the surroundings clearly.
Mo Shiyu had initially found it strange that the place wasn't completely dark despite the lack of light. Now he had finally figured it out.
The wall does not let light in, it is the silk threads that let light in.
This room is not covered with silk threads, but is made up of silk threads.
The place where he is now is like a silkworm chrysalis that breeds moths.
Even the shapes are similar.
***
Combining these silk threads that produce toxins that cause numbness and itching, Mo Shiyu had a rough idea of the function of this special ability.
It should be able to trap the person inside like a chrysalis.
If this is the case, the best time to break it must be at the beginning.
Because the pupa will become harder over time, from soft white to hard yellow-brown, and the possibility of breaking it by then is extremely low...
But why a pupa? This cage, with its specific form, must have some function beyond restraint...
After all, what was the purpose of tying so many people underground...
The speed at which thoughts emerged became slower and slower, and by the time Mo Shiyu discovered them, it was too late.
Oh no, this is a neurotoxin...
At some point, the numbing and itching sensation had spread from the torso to the brain. Mo Shiyu felt dizzy and even his thinking became unclear. He could only blankly keep the thought of "I have to leave quickly" in his mind and stare blankly at the dim front.
In this hot and humid space, his cheeks became increasingly red.
I don’t know how long it took, maybe only a few seconds, or maybe a few minutes. In the dim space, another breathing sound suddenly exploded out of nowhere behind me, except for Mo Shiyu’s.
With a heavy sound, it sprayed on the back of his neck with a hint of greed. Mo Shiyu instinctively trembled, but his brain did not react.
The touch took several seconds to finally reach Mo Shiyu's head.
Is there someone behind me...?
Impossible, he just looked at the entire space, and he was definitely the only one in this spindle-shaped space without any obstruction!
So where does this exhalation sound come from?
What was strange was that the exhalation sound only lasted for a moment and then disappeared. After almost a minute, a long inhalation sound was heard again.
The thought of turning his head quickly flashed through Mo Shiyu's mind, but his head remained drooping weakly without moving at all.
The breathing was slow and heavy, as if he was about to die at any moment, and it sounded from time to time at the snail's pace of once a minute, echoing on the back of his neck.
His numb senses told him that something was lying on his back.
It took Mo Shiyu a full three minutes before he finally managed to control his head and tilt it.
At this moment, he caught a glimpse of the true identity of the breathing sound from the corner of his eye.
It was a baby clinging to him.
Mo Shiyu had read a study before, which said that the reason why babies have round faces, big eyes, short limbs, and a milky smell after birth is to make adults want to protect them, thereby increasing the survival rate of young children in nature.
However, the baby in front of him was so disgusting that it was impossible for people to feel any sympathy for him.
Its head was shriveled like a crumpled paper, and its facial features seemed to have been flattened by a pancake press. It had a pair of wrinkled, pitifully ugly faces, and was breathing very hard, right in front of Mo Shiyu's neck.
Although its head was disgusting and its limbs were severely atrophied, its body was thin and white, with beautiful translucent skin, which was almost flat on Mo Shiyu's back.
It's as if all the nutrients in the body are only supplied to the body.
The baby pressed his body tightly against Mo Shiyu's back as if he wanted to melt into his body, looking up at him without blinking.
Noticing Mo Shiyu's gaze, the baby suddenly raised its shriveled little head and gave him a frail, creepy smile.
He uttered a strange, complicated syllable.
【——】.
“…”
Mo Shiyu's head screamed, but his pupils were still a little dazed.
Where did the baby come from...
His gaze moved, and he saw that the baby's back was connected by white silk threads. Its translucent back was shining and surging, and thin, glittering and beautiful cicada wings grew out of it.
Subsequently, the baby's body became more and more transparent, like a layer of water-soaked sticker, tightly attached to his back, as if to merge with him. He even felt the slender tentacles gradually penetrating into his spine, bringing waves of piercing itchiness.
Mo Shiyu suddenly understood.
What's inside the pupa?
Of course, it's the worm in the gestation stage.
"..." Mo Shiyu struggled with all his might, but his movements were light and vague. Although he had used all his strength, his body could only sway slowly along the silk thread like a sunny doll.
The good news is that the movement did not seem to be too large, the white thread was not excited, and the toxin was not injected again.
The bad news was that the baby's shrunken limbs clung tightly to his waist, and he refused to let go. Its paper-like, beautiful body seemed to be glued to him...
Mo Shiyu kept shouting in his heart to move faster - he didn't want to turn into a moth breaking out of its cocoon!
He raised his head with difficulty. After so much time had passed, the poison gradually disappeared and his consciousness recovered a little.
After waiting for about thirty seconds, my strength gradually returned.
He moved his hands, which were numb and itchy and trembling, and grabbed the silk thread with difficulty. Then he slowly climbed up bit by bit along the hanging silk thread.
His eyes would occasionally become dazed, and his movements were extremely slow, with the baby on his back clinging tightly to him to prevent him from throwing him off.
…
Mo Shiyu climbed all the way to the top of this spindle space.
The space at the top was much narrower than the space in the middle. Mo Shiyu stuck his body at the top to stabilize it, and used his free hands to grope for the wall made of silk threads in a daze.
The light-transmitting silk thread is indeed a very thin layer.
There is no noticeable difference in the light coming through from top to bottom, which means that the thickness of the silk threads making up the entire wall should be about the same.
Mo Shiyu tore a piece of clothing with a bayonet, wrapped the bayonet around his hand, and tied a knot to prevent his weak hand from losing its grip. Then he thrust the bayonet into the silk wall.
As the white silk thread that bound his arms tightened and injected poison, Mo Shiyu suddenly relaxed his body and fell rapidly, with the bayonet tightly wrapped in his hand. The momentum of the fall allowed the three-edged bayonet to go all the way down along the silk thread wall, directly opening a gap.
Soon, he fell to the height where he was hung just now. His body was pulled by the white silk thread at his wrist. The silk thread swung violently from side to side. The inertia made the baby's limbs unable to hold on to Mo Shiyu, and he almost fell down.
But its back seemed to have stuck to Mo Shiyu's back, and it still couldn't get rid of it.
According to the previous experience, it takes about 15 seconds for the poison to take effect. Before Mo Shiyu could no longer move, he swung up with all his strength, grabbed the gap, and used his bayonet to desperately tear the silk thread, then he rolled out of the white cocoon.
"My true self?" She Yu sounded like she was going crazy. "How are you?"
"Cough cough cough...it's okay..."
Mo Shiyu lay on the ground, gasping for breath. The poison took effect again. His eyes became dazed, his hands and feet became weak, and he lay on the ground with his long hair wet.
The baby behind him let out a soft cry. The white silk thread connecting it to the cocoon broke, and white liquid oozed out from the broken part. Its shimmering wings also dimmed, as if they were about to break.
Soon, the baby turned blue all over and fell off Mo Shiyu's back, landing on the ground and turning into a pool of juice.
A small amount of blood oozed out of Mo Shiyu's back, and it was obvious that something had really penetrated into his body just now.
This should have been very painful, but the brain, paralyzed by the neurotoxin, did not feel much pain.
Mo Shiyu lingered on the ground like a dead fish for five or six minutes before he finally had the strength to prop up his body.
"It was too dangerous..." He touched his back. The blood was not much, but had already dried up. "I almost turned into a moth..."
Who are the killers who arrested the man? Is this really a supernatural power? What do they want to do?
Mo Shiyu raised his head and looked around, his pupils shrinking slightly.
This was a cave that looked like an altar, surrounded by hard, moist stones. Four stone pillars stood around it, and a white silk thread bag hung on the stone wall. Inside was a silver liquid that emitted a silver glow. The light he had seen in the cocoon just now should have come from this thing.
Judging from the terrain and the exquisiteness of the stone platform, this place was not formed naturally, but was carved out artificially.
Behind him was a huge white cocoon, pure white and emitting a white light. There was a gap in the middle of the cocoon.
It is indeed a scaled-down version of a cocoon.
A circle of concave grooves was dug around the cocoon, with the cocoon at a higher level and the groove at a lower level. Mo Shiyu had just rolled into this groove.
Mo Shiyu looked at the cocoon for a few seconds, then turned around to look for an exit.
Fortunately, he didn't see anyone around. Maybe it was because he had just formed a cocoon and the transformation process would take some time.
He crossed a huge crack and walked along the uneven stone wall.
***
This place is much bigger than he imagined.
After turning several corners, Mo Shiyu heard rustling sounds of crawling, as if coming from all directions, and he couldn't tell where they came from. His nerves were tense, fearing that a half-human, half-moth monster would suddenly appear.
He walked through a long tunnel and suddenly his eyes lit up.
Mo Shiyu never thought that he would see such a scene.
In front of him was a semicircular cave, much larger than the one Mo Shiyu had just been in, about the size of a playground. The most eye-catching thing was that the stone wall was inlaid with open compartments one after another, which were filled with densely packed cocoons, filling up the ceiling above.
It's like a beehive.
"Are there people in here?" Mo Shiyu murmured.
Even a cursory look revealed nearly a hundred cocoons.
Some cocoons are snow-white, while others have turned yellowish-brown.
Just as he was about to move closer, Mo Shiyu suddenly heard the clear sound of flapping wings, coming from behind him, very close.
Mo Shiyu's face changed. He quickly glanced around and hid behind an uneven stone.
Almost the next second, several tall shadows appeared from where he had just turned.
Mo Shiyu hid behind a rock. This time, in addition to the sound of flapping wings, he also heard the sound of chewing.
"Baji, baji, hurry up and finish it. We can't lose to the neighbors... Baji, baji..."
The voice was neither male nor female, with a strange accent. No one responded to it. After two seconds, Mo Shiyu heard a loud swallowing sound, and then the voice "puffed" and spit out something on the ground.
Mo Shiyu turned his head and saw a bloody scalp covered with saliva and hair.
He closed his eyes as if he was suffocating.
"This one is ripe, and this one, um... and this one..." The strange voice went towards the direction of the cocoon. His voice floated around, sometimes below, sometimes above, as if he was picking and choosing the wall of cocoons.
Mo Shiyu was afraid that it would fly higher and discover him, so he lowered his body and didn't dare to look up.
He could only rely on his hearing, and he heard a sound similar to a hammer hitting a walnut, and a sticky dragging sound.
It's really creepy.
After everyone had finished selecting, the strange voice said cheerfully, "Okay, that's all. Let's go and hand it over to the temple master. The sacrificial pool is still empty..."
As the voice spoke, it gradually moved away towards the exit.
The space returned to silence.
Mo Shiyu waited for more than thirty seconds and heard no sound.
He fell to the ground and thought, is he gone?
After waiting for dozens of seconds, just when he was cautiously thinking of moving, a voice suddenly rang out close to his scalp.
"Oh, why does it smell so good?"
Mo Shiyu raised his head reflexively and saw a withered, shriveled, greedy face, which had been lowered and resting above his head, staring at him straight.
It has two tentacles on its forehead, and its long and thin limbs hang down as if they have shriveled. Behind its back is a pair of white and black wings that are flapping.
He saw Mo Shiyu's face, opened his mouth and smiled, the smile grew wider, revealing the densely packed teeth inside, and his voice changed from weird to sticky and sweet, "Hello."
Mo Shiyu stared at the face stiffly, his brain screaming, but his body reacted extremely quickly. He raised his hand and slammed the clenched Mitsubishi/thorn hard, then without even looking behind him, turned around and ran away with a shrill howl.
Before escaping, he took a look at the cocoon area.
Just one glance and he was almost speechless with shock.
On that wall, about a dozen yellow-brown cocoons were knocked open, and the huge swollen monsters inside, which almost filled the entire cocoon, fell to the ground through the gaps in the cocoons.
They swelled up into large spindle-shaped balls, each one about the same size. It was probably because the cocoons restricted their size that they grew into this appearance. The skin was stretched into a thin layer, but the facial features and human shape were still vaguely visible.
These balls were placed in a cart. Several silent moth men hit them hard with shovels. Suddenly, the thin skin broke and a pool of blood mixed with flesh burst out, flowing all over the cart.
Behind him, the moth man whose face was pierced by Mo Shiyu caught up with him. Half of his face was covered with yellow liquid. He shouted in pain, "Don't go! Don't run around!"
Mo Shiyu's stomach churned, he thought to himself, "Fuck you," and turned around and ran even faster.
The vast underground world is like an ant nest, full of tunnels and a mess of branching roads.
The sound of flapping wings behind him was endless. Mo Shiyu could still remember a few forks in the road at the beginning, but now he has completely lost track of the direction and can only run as fast as possible.
“…”
Mo Shiyu was almost going crazy.
No, does that make sense? He felt that wild dogs shouldn't be painted in this style, right?
How did the girls in his high school look so happy?!
After an unknown amount of time, he turned a corner and was suddenly pulled inside by someone who covered his mouth with arms.
A stone door in front of me closed silently.
Mo Shiyu's blood rushed back all over his body, and he reflexively raised his triangular thorn to stab the guy behind him, but then a hand grabbed him tightly.
"Don't move." A clear and soft voice, with a slight tremor, said in his ear.
Mo Shiyu's highly tense nerves paused, and he suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.
This sound is...
He turned his head and saw a pair of familiar, smooth, upturned cat's eyes, staring intently at the stone gate.
The sound of wings flew over the stone gate without stopping.
Mo Shiyu heard the moth man's anxious roar, "Search quickly! We can't let the people next door find it first [——]..."
It found nothing.
Mo Shiyu raised his head and looked at the person behind him.
Zhu Fujingguang lowered his eyes, holding a broken white doll in one hand, and releasing the hand that was covering Mo Shiyu's mouth with the other hand.
His voice was soft and a little hoarse, "Are you okay?"
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