Chapter 132
"Why is this place so cold?"
A psychic walked down from the helicopter, rubbed the goose bumps on his arms, and complained dissatisfiedly.
Several helicopter searchlights shone down from high above, and accompanied by the noise of propellers, helicopters in the air landed one by one.
Soon, the armored vehicles were in place.
At 9:12 pm, people with special abilities from different families arrived outside the Sacred God Village, ready to go.
For many years, this little-known and deserted mountain village has been sparsely populated and has not been so lively for a long time.
Only a few people know that these people with special abilities gathered here tonight for the same goal.
"Is the news true?" A young-looking psychic excitedly asked, impatiently asking the elders in the family, "Is that big monster really seriously injured?"
The elder replied in a deep voice, "This is the information our informant has sent back. To determine if there are any serious injuries, we need a specialist with special abilities to conduct an on-site inspection."
"Ah," the young psychic said with a hint of annoyance on his face, "How long will the test take? It's freezing here."
Seeing him like this, the elders scolded him angrily: "If you don't even have this much patience, how can you accomplish anything great?"
The young psychic quietly rolled his eyes. "I'm not saying anything, Grandpa, why don't you let someone else do this? What good stuff does that big monster have? Why do you have to make me come here myself? I have a party tonight. If I don't go, I won't go. It will be embarrassing in front of my buddies!"
"Play, play, play! What else do you know besides playing?" The elder slapped him hard. "That's [Huangliang]! Do you know how valuable the puppet silk on him is? If it were made into a prop, it would be enough for our Mo family to call the wind and rain in this world."
The young psychic finally understood and automatically translated it into his own language: "I see, killing the boss will drop equipment."
The elder was speechless and said coldly, "Wait here honestly and don't run around."
The young psychic snorted and glanced at the logos of other families. Then he vaguely realized that the other families should have received this news as well, and they were all running over to grab the equipment.
A gust of cold wind blew, and he sneezed loudly. His impatience increased, and he just hoped that this would end soon so that he could return to the land of comfort and continue to enjoy it.
Not long after, the psychic who went to check returned to the team and confirmed that [Huang Liang] was indeed in a seriously injured and weak state. All the people immediately heard the news and set off towards the village.
As the young psychic followed the family team, he took out his cell phone and prepared to play a game. Unfortunately, the signal in this damn place was too poor. Not only was the game lagging badly, but he couldn't send any messages at all.
He cursed inwardly, becoming more and more annoyed. He raised his eyes and casually scanned the team, and inadvertently saw the black and white hair in front of the team.
What's that guy's name? He seems to be from the Heresy Monitoring Bureau. By the way, the Heresy Monitoring Bureau actually allows its employees to dye their hair. Is that so unruly?
With this thought in mind, the team began to go deep into a dark cave.
It was October, but there was a cold wind blowing in the Sishen Village at night. The young psychic couldn't help rubbing his arms. Even though there were so many people around him, he still felt a sense of horror as if he was walking into a ghost cave alone.
It's so fucking weird.
Soon, they walked into an open area. The young psychic took advantage of his height and saw a stone altar through the gap in the crowd in front of him?
The altar is round in shape, with dried black marks remaining on it, which makes it look even more eerie, especially since there seems to be an empty shrine in the distance, coupled with the eerie light, making the whole scene even more terrifying.
Right in front of the shrine, a figure stood with its back to them, its long, silky black hair almost reaching the ground.
He had three lights in his hands and was lighting three incense sticks in the abandoned incense burner on the altar. He acted as if no one was around and it was obvious that he didn't take them seriously.
"That, that is..." The young psychic swallowed his saliva, not knowing whether it was due to excitement or excitement, he could not speak clearly.
The young people in other family teams had a similar reaction. They did not feel afraid, but felt that they were outnumbered and killing a monster was a piece of cake. So they watched the show with great interest, waiting to pick up a wave of equipment at the end.
Unlike the young people, the older psychics present almost instantly tensed up and stared at the existence vigilantly.
The strange creature finished burning incense slowly, as if it finally had the leisure to pay attention to them, and turned around.
The moment he saw His face, the young psychic immediately felt a very uncomfortable dizziness, as if his head was hit three times by a stick, buzzing. When he regained consciousness, the psychics had already started fighting with Him.
All of a sudden, all kinds of superpowers, including elemental superpowers, spatial superpowers, auxiliary superpowers, and control superpowers, were launched simultaneously, and the target of the attack was directly aimed at the heretic.
The ground was shaking and the sound of explosions was endless. The young psychic had never seen such a big scene before. He subconsciously took a step back and wanted to retreat.
This desire to retreat reached its peak when he saw that the heretic was still standing there after a round of attacks.
"Strange, monster"
The young psychic opened his eyes wide and looked at the monster in disbelief. After being attacked by so many people, he only had a few scratches on his body.
Damn, did that wave of attacks really reduce the boss’s health bar?
An even more terrifying situation occurred. He withstood the first round of attacks and walked towards them.
"It works! Keep attacking!"
Someone shouted loudly, and another round of attacks madly hit the heretic.
But the heretic didn't dodge or evade, and took the attack head-on. He stopped and his body swayed, as if he was running out of strength.
Before the young psychic could feel happy, he saw the scratches on the heretic's body suddenly enlarge.
Wait, it expanded?
Under the astonished gazes of all the superpowers, the scratches on the heretic's body continued to spread, just like the lines of aging and cracking on leather, the cracks on broken porcelain.
They grew larger and larger, until the first piece of flesh fell from the humanoid heretic like peeling enamel.
No blood flowed from the rift.
He was like a porcelain doll with a hole in it. Looking inside, his body was empty and dark, as if it was completely hollow. No, it was not hollow, because something was pouring out of the hole.
It is a strand of black and white silk thread.
The young psychic was completely confused. He had no idea what was going on. The BOSS was about to be beaten out. They should be winning soon, right?
He was puzzled and was about to ask his elders for confirmation, but when he turned his head, he saw an expression of fear on the elders' faces that he had never seen before.
Then, a huge commotion broke out in the entire team. The young psychic heard someone shouting in a trembling voice in the front: "This, this is an awakening monster!!"
What's wrong with the awakening period? Why are those people so scared?
He soon heard someone shouting something like "Let the atheists go" and "Maybe the atheists can control Him."
Then the young psychic saw that the black and white hair moved.
He broke away from the crowd and walked towards the alienated monster.
It turns out he is an atheist.
Under the expectant gaze of all mankind, the atheist came before the heretic. Countless cracks had appeared on the heretic's body, and countless threads flowed out from those cracks, spreading on the ground and spreading in all directions.
The heretic could barely hold his body together, and the atheist stretched out his hand towards him, as if he was going to unleash his skills on him in the next second.
But no.
The atheist reaches out only to cradle the crumbling heretic in his arms, and he holds the heretic so carefully, as if he were protecting fragile porcelain.
He completely ignored the puppet threads that were tightly wrapped around him and didn't even use his skills to expel them.
The unexpected development instantly made the leaders of the various families explode. They screamed and asked him, "Atheist, what are you doing!?"
"Atheist, are you going to betray humanity?"
"What are you doing? Kill Him! Do you want to see us all die here?"
The atheist turned a deaf ear to him, sat down on the ground, and gently let the heretic lean on his arms.
He turned his face to the side, rested his cheek against the heretic's cracked forehead, raised his glassy eyes, looked at the human who was questioning him eagerly without emotion, and finally answered.
"Yes, I would like to see it."
Everyone was shocked: "What?"
"Could you please be quiet for a moment?" Feng Jihan hugged his heretic and said expressionlessly, "He's going to sleep."
"The atheist is crazy!" the leader gritted his teeth and said, "Attack him too! If we don't, we'll all die here tonight!"
All kinds of skills were thrown at them as if they were free. A pair of black and white wings spread out from Feng Jihan's back, completely covering himself and the heretic in his arms.
All disputes were eliminated, and they were the only ones left in the small world created by the wings.
Feng Jihan stroked Cen Xun's cheek and asked him, "Does it hurt?"
Cen Xun blinked slowly, his eyes flushed with blood, covering his amber pupils: "It doesn't hurt."
"You shouldn't have come." Cen Xun took a deep breath and managed to squeeze out a sentence with his vocal cords: "Aren't you afraid that I will eat you too?"
"No."
Feng Jihan narrowed his eyes and rubbed Cen Xun's cheek: "I don't want you to face this alone."
More and more flesh and blood peeled off from Cen Xun's body. Cen Xun moved his fingers with difficulty and put something into Feng Jihan's palm.
Feng Jihan was stunned for a moment, then opened his palm and saw a pair of wedding rings, one black and one silver. The black ring was broken, and the silver ring still had traces of being burned by flames.
"I'll give you the answer after I wake up." Cen Xun said this intermittently, his breath getting weaker and weaker.
Feng Jihan lowered his voice and asked in his ear, "What did you say?"
Cen Xun opened his mouth and tried to make a sound.
"like"
Feng Jihan finally realized that what Cen Xun said was actually the answer to "I love you".
Does Cen Xun love Feng Jihan? Will he continue to love Feng Jihan after losing his memory?
Cen Xun didn't want to give Feng Jihan an unreliable answer when he lost his memory, so he said that he would have to wait until he woke up before he could answer.
But have you ever thought that if you no longer love me after you wake up, then I will never have the chance to hear the word love from your mouth again.
Feng Jihan lowered his head and leaned on Cen Xun's broken heart.
He listened quietly to the gradually weakening heartbeat until it stopped forever in Cen Xun's chest.
At that moment, time seemed to be extended indefinitely.
Countless puppet threads broke out of the body and surged in all directions like a tide.
They devoured the cocoon of wings, the altar, and all the humans who were fleeing in panic.
In Feng Jihan's remaining consciousness, the terrified cries for help and screams gradually faded away, and the whole world fell into silence.
After an unknown amount of time, the completely dark and silent world was once again filled with various colors, and a faint human voice was heard, awakening Feng Jihan's half-conscious mind.
He opened his eyes and "saw" the scene before him.
The sky was dark and the location seemed to be in the mountains. Countless armed men were looking in his direction with serious expressions, their faces full of sternness, and they were carrying live ammunition.
Feng Jihan followed their gaze and found out the reason. It turned out that they were not looking at him, but at a strange young man.
The boy had a pair of amber eyes that were so beautiful that they were almost bewitching. His long black hair fell to his waist. He was wearing a yellow robe that revealed his pale and thin neck. He looked very harmless.
He turned his eyes and observed these vigilant humans. His eyes were quiet and deep, filled with pure curiosity.
It’s Cen Xun.
But it wasn't any Cen Xun he had ever met.
Feng Jihan was a little confused about what was going on. While he was thinking, the armed men had already raised their guns and were firing wildly at Cen Xun.
So noisy.
A wave of thoughts flooded into Feng Jihan's mind. Feng Jihan suddenly looked at Cen Xun, but saw him tilt his head and raise his hand expressionlessly. The puppet thread instantly shot out, blocking the bullets while piercing all the humans present.
Finally stopped arguing.
Cen Xun thought.
He walked towards the humans controlled by the puppet threads, tilted his head and looked through the memories of these humans. Soon, he learned a certain amount of "knowledge" and began to learn to speak in the human way.
He opened his mouth, and at first he could only make some meaningless guttural sounds, but after just over ten minutes, he had become proficient in it.
Finally, he uttered the first human word he learned.
"Food." Cen Xun said with difficulty, "More food."
In a flash, Feng Jihan finally understood everything.
This should be Cen Xun's memory world.
Perhaps it was because he held Cen Xun in his arms when he woke up, so Cen Xun's memories were inexplicably shared with him.
"Feng Jihan looked at Cen Xun thinking for a moment, then stripped off a human's armed uniform and changed into the yellow robe on his body.
Obviously, in the memory of human beings, Cen Xun has keenly discovered the suppression of monsters by human beings.
After assessing the gap between his own strength and that of humans, Cen Xun wisely chose to disguise himself as a human and first enter the city to hunt in a low-key manner.
Feng Jihan followed Cen Xun's perspective and watched the rise of this villain boss.
In Cen Xun's eyes at that time, humans were just a kind of food that would resist. While hunting, he continued to learn more knowledge through human memories, thus gaining a deeper understanding of the world.
The more he explored, the more he understood human nature, and the more he enjoyed playing with it.
He likes to savor those negative and dark emotions, likes to see the extreme despair of humans after waking up from a sweet dream, and likes to experience the absolute control feeling of forcing his prey into a desperate situation step by step.
Humans were no match for Cen Xun and soon suffered a series of setbacks from internal and external troubles.
Cen Xun occupied several cities and turned them into nightmare cities. He almost greedily absorbed the negative emotions born from nightmares to replenish his own strength.
After an unknown amount of time, Cen Xun heard that the human research institute had created a "secret weapon" specifically to deal with him.
Cen Xun, who had been bored for a long time, was curious for the first time in a long time. He manipulated a researcher and entered the research institute.
In the research institute, Cen Xun saw the so-called "secret weapon" through the eyes of the researcher.
Ah, it’s just a little bird?
Through the glass, Cen Xun watched the little black and white bird leap onto the branch. It was the size of a palm, hopping around nimbly, and making tender calls from time to time. He couldn't help but find it interesting.
How can such a small thing defeat him?
The little bird soon noticed him outside the glass, stopped combing its feathers, and tilted its head to look at him.
Cen Xun controlled the researcher to open the glass window and put his hand in. The little bird flew to his hand, and Cen Xun touched its feathers, which were soft and warm, and felt pretty good.
But the next second, Cen Xun reached out maliciously and pulled out a small black and white feather.
The bird cried out in pain and flew away immediately.
Cen Xun folded up his feathers, picked up a grain of bird food and called it. It hesitated and flew back to Cen Xun's hand.
Cen Xun was very sure that as long as he tightened his fingers, he could crush the little thing to death in one go.
Should I crush him to death or not?
Cen Xun didn't believe that this little thing could defeat him in the future, but it just so happened that he was too bored recently.
Life without rivals made Cen Xun feel dull and boring. What fun was there in crushing humans? Cen Xun decided to find some fun for himself.
In the end, he didn't kill the bird.
Seeing this scene, Xiao Niao Ben Niao, who had narrowly escaped death in Cen Xun's hands, said: ""
Feng Jihan’s head exploded, and he thought, it’s actually him!
That very unethical and strange researcher plucked a feather from him as soon as he arrived, and then kept feeding him all kinds of random things, which caused abnormal data during his physical examination.
The institute therefore conducted a large-scale investigation and replaced a large number of internal personnel, and the researcher disappeared from then on.
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