Chapter 402: Flesh, Blood, Weakness (32) (1st update + 2nd update + 39.6w 3rd update) [VIP]
【What happened to the Lord? 】
【It seems like something is wrong with my eyes. 】
[Ahhhhhhhhh, what happened again? It seemed like he suddenly fell down and started bleeding. ]
[Did Yug see me when I was looking into the past and I was punished? 】
[It shouldn't be that serious... I'm just looking at the past. ]
[Wait, is no one paying attention? This bleeding seems to be unstoppable. ]
[Sister Zhang Lu was so frightened that her hands were shaking.]
[My hands are shaking, too.]
[Nothing will happen, right?... Really nothing will happen, right?...]
On the screen, Shi Liqun held up the back of She Mochu's head with one hand, while Zhang Lu exchanged dozens of mana and health-restoring potions and miracles from the foundation's mall as if they were free, and threw them at She Mochu frantically.
"No," Shi Liqun said, "I can't stop it."
Tears and blood were still flowing from She Mochu's right eye. The blood had already dyed his collar and Shi Liqun's sleeves red, and was still seeping down.
"Gauze." Shi Liqun stretched out his hand, "Wrap it up."
"Wait, don't bandage it yet. Is this a wound or something?" Zhang Lu was so anxious that he stuttered, "Can his eyelids be opened?"
"I can't open it," Shi Liqun shook his head, "You try."
Zhang Lu tried to open the eyelid of She Mochu's eye that was shedding tears of blood with his shaking hands, but he couldn't do it after trying for a long time.
She didn't dare to use too much force, but this eyelid seemed to be stuck to the lower eyelid, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't open it. The flesh and blood under the skin surged, and there seemed to be particles with unclear edges surging up. Zhang Lu's five senses were integrated, and although she didn't hear anything, she saw these particles surging in a trance, giving her the illusion that these things were making gurgling sounds.
Zhang Lu felt in a trance that the skin under his hand did not belong to one person. It did not seem to belong to She Mochu. It was a part of She Mochu, but seemed to have its own consciousness.
Something beneath the skin was surging and bulging along with her fingertips, swaying left and right following her movements, as if craving for her flesh and blood.
If there was no layer of flesh blocking it, Zhang Lu had no doubt that this thing would pounce on her and devour her quickly.
She was so scared that she pulled her hand back.
In just this short period of contact, Zhang Lu's hand was stained with the blood and tears flowing from this eye. There was bright red blood between her fingers and on her wrist. The cold blood flowed across her skin, bringing with it an unsettling premonition.
The blood is actually cold.
"Sister, how is it?" Si Panxuan pushed open the door breathlessly.
In a few minutes, she ran from the top floor of another building to the top floor of this building. Her heart was pounding wildly due to the intense exercise, and the sound of her heartbeat almost drowned out the sound of her voice in her ears.
"Not very optimistic." Zhang Lu took a deep breath. "Call the poet first. I'll notify the others in the temporary group chat."
Si Panxuan was stunned for a moment, then looked at She Mochu. His gaze paused on his face for a few seconds before he replied, "...Okay."
*
Shemochu was the only one who was unconscious. Garshasibu had long since regained consciousness, but he seemed to have seen something horrible. He huddled in the corner and whimpered softly, not like a majestic Tibetan Mastiff at all.
When Huai Jiamu arrived, half of Shi Liqun's arm was soaked in blood. The wind was strong on the 28th floor, and the cold wind blew through the blood-soaked sleeves, taking away all the warmth from his arm inch by inch.
"Who's here?" Zhang Lu said to Huai Jiamu without turning his head. "Panxuan, take it. Liqun, how's your arm?"
"Stiff," Shi Liqun's usually brief words revealed a hint of unbearable pain, "Frozen."
She Mochu is indeed a cold-blooded animal. The blood flowing from his eyes has no temperature at all, and supporting his head is like supporting an ice cave.
Huai Jiamu's pupils suddenly shrank, and he stepped forward to catch Bai Jinshu, only then could he see his expression clearly.
The situation is far more serious than Si Panxuan described.
Dozens of minutes passed, and the tears and blood from this eye never stopped flowing.
And the situation was much better than they imagined.
Apart from the fact that tears and blood were constantly flowing from this eye, She Mochu showed no other reaction.
He did not respond to any sounds from the outside world, nor did he react to his change of position. Si Panxuan and Shi Liqun took the electric saws they exchanged from the mall and violently searched more than ten floors of the building. Finally, they found a relatively clean and tidy room on the thirteenth floor and put She Mochu in it.
The concerns on the barrage have become a piece:
【Lord, what happened? 】
[This should be the backlash after seeing the bubbles, right? 】
[It seems like the blood in my eyes will never stop flowing. Will the Lord’s blood never dry up?]
[So what did you see that made you become like this? 】
【Garshasibu was not unconscious either.】
[Garshasibu didn’t shed tears of blood either…]
The four members of the exploration team had just put down the unconscious Bai Jinshu and Garshasibu when their watches vibrated slightly and new news came.
[Wei Ye: How is it? What's going on with Brother Chu now? ]
[Si Panxuan: [Picture]]
[Si Panxuan: Just like that, we have been shedding tears and blood for nearly an hour, and there is nothing anyone can do.]
[Ming Qingrong: No wounds?]
【Shi Liqun: No.】
[Ming Qingrong: Logically speaking, there shouldn't be so much blood in the eyes. How about you come closer and take a picture for me to see? ]
[Zhang Lu: I advise you not to look. I just felt something under his eyes, surging in the direction of my finger.]
【Jia Li: Hiss...】
【Jia Li: Did Brother Chu say what he saw? 】
[Si Panxuan: I didn’t have time. I asked them to go up because I saw he fainted.]
No one knew what he had seen in the flashback of [SN-021]. Zhang Lu threw dozens of miracles from the mall at him, and the eye that had been shedding tears of blood did not stop bleeding. In the end, they could only judge from some miracles with special effects that She Mochu was not in danger of life and would not die from this continuous bleeding.
The water and electricity in the urban villages are basically maintained and started by the residents themselves. The pipes connected when these buildings were built have long been useless. If no one starts them, they are just decorations.
Now that the residents who lived here have left, the water and electricity have naturally stopped. Si Panxuan searched around but couldn't find a usable water pipe in the room. He had no choice but to open the owner's closet while saying sorry in his heart.
He flipped through the books and found that the original owner should be a middle-aged man who was not very strong. He was much shorter than Shi Liqun and his clothes were also one size smaller.
But now there is no choice.
"You just have to make do with what you have for now," Si Panxuan handed the clothes she found in the closet to Shi Liqun, "You can't go back to the shelter now."
They couldn't go back with Shemochu who was still shedding tears of blood and Garshasibu who was curled up in the corner.
"Poet, do you want to change your clothes?" She looked at Huai Jiamu.
Huai Jiamu shook his head slightly. He held the bandage that Zhang Lu had just exchanged in his hand and was wiping the blood flowing from Bai Jinshu's right eye.
"I'll watch over him," he nodded to the other three people, "You guys take a rest first."
"I'm not really tired," Zhang Lu walked in from outside, holding some food he had redeemed from the Foundation Mall, "I'm just hungry."
It has been dark inside zone 08, and the concept of time has been blurred. When we looked at the time just now, we realized that it is already five or six in the morning.
Shi Liqun changed his clothes whose sleeves were soaked with blood, took the bread and started to eat it silently.
"You should eat something first," Zhang Lu threw a bag of toast to Huai Jiamu. "It's the memory bread from the mall. There's nothing memorable about it, but it's just enough to fill my stomach."
"Brother Chu is in this condition now. We can only wait for him to wake up. I hope it won't take too long..." Si Panxuan let out a long sigh and opened a bag of bread. "Let's take turns to watch."
*
Bai Jinshu felt like he had fallen into a chaotic time.
It's like falling into a long river of disorder.
He walked forward following a familiar aura in the long river. He didn't know how long he had walked, but he felt exhausted both physically and mentally. Every step forward required all his strength.
Every piece of his skin seemed to be constantly being torn and repaired. This excess knowledge slid across the ruptures of every wound, picking apart the skin to connect to the deeper flesh and blood, and then violently glued them together with a chaotic language that humans could not understand, connecting every tiny texture.
Some knowledge was not content to stay in one place, and they slipped into his body through the wounds on his skin, disrupting the arrangement of his internal organs, splitting them apart, and randomly combining them together. The crowded internal organs vibrated against each other, and in conjunction with the chaotic time outside, kneading every inch of his skin.
Yog's knowledge is poisonous to those who should not know it.
He just saw the summoning by attaching himself to Garshasbu, but was entangled by them when he was about to leave.
She Mochu was also unable to understand these contents, but this did not prevent this knowledge from cutting him into pieces and polishing him into another person.
Suffocation, endless suffocation, Bai Jinshu seemed to be in a dark space where he was the only one there.
He was surrounded by the freezing cold lake water. Fish swam along his ankles, sticking to his body, spreading their bright scales in the water and lightly scratching his skin. Their tail fins swayed from side to side, driving the water flow, creating tiny, invisible ripples around his body.
The air stored in his lungs was almost exhausted, and his instinct for survival prompted him to struggle to leave here. He was madly craving for air above the water.
But he fell down again, and this seemed to cause something to seep down through his skull, wrap around his meridians, flow with the blood to his beating heart, contaminate all the blood in his blood vessels, and then transport it mixed with impurities to every inch of his body.
His soft brain was the only organ that had not been disassembled, and it was preserved intact on one side, just as if it were still in his head. The cold lake water stung his soft meninges and then slid over every groove on his brain.
Then came the frenzy.
It is the frenzy that every part is madly transmitting to the brain, it is the frenzy of wanting more knowledge. For this, he is willing to turn into debris in the long river of chaos and sink to the bottom of the lake at any time.
Even though he couldn't understand it at all, he didn't have the time to read the knowledge that was entangling him.
The air in his lungs finally ran out, and his subconscious human instinct made him unable to control himself here, so he took a deep breath of the cold lake water.
The rich knowledge entered his alveoli along the respiratory tract, and the alveoli were unable to extract oxygen, a necessity for survival, from it and could not carry out life activities.
Then his struggling movements slowed down.
The heart seemed to be beating, but also seemed to be struggling.
Once, twice.
His soul watched the twisted body from another dimension, watching it disintegrate, lose life, and then float in eternal knowledge. The flexible waist was melted away, revealing the shape of the ribs. He was too thin, and all his bones almost pierced through the thin skin under the pressure of the water.
This body actually revealed a different kind of beauty after losing its vitality. All the skin exposed to the waves revealed a strange attraction. His expression was still frozen in the moment of loss of consciousness, and the thirst for knowledge and oxygen almost jumped out of this face.
Suddenly, he heard a familiar sound of dice falling to the ground.
"Gululu..."
This familiar voice suddenly woke him up from this strange state for a moment. It was [SN-021].
It's still rolling the dice? !
The dice rolled around, then wobbled to a stop.
The last bit of She Mochu's flesh and blood was about to be torn apart by these things, and at this moment, it seemed that something more distant and ancient cast a glance at this creature struggling on the brink of death.
The next moment, something passed through this boundless river of knowledge, crossed the chaotic time, and reached him.
A hand forcefully pulled each of the torn pieces of his soul and stuffed them violently into a body. It then kneaded the scattered bodies together again, compressed them into a space, and finally created a new She Mochu, who was no different from the She Mochu before he entered here.
Then the hand grasped his waist and lifted him to the surface.
Bai Jinshu coughed violently, as if he hadn't breathed for centuries, and he had never felt oxygen was so wonderful. He coughed violently, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs, while greedily taking in air. The violent coughing made his cheeks turn a little red, and then quickly spread to his neck, climbed up his collarbone, and extended down his trachea.
He regained the concept of "body".
A hand lifted him out of the thick knowledge.
Amid the crazy coughing and shaking vision, he looked up and seemed to sense a very familiar presence.
An existence that made She Mochu feel familiar and tremble.
There is a name on the tip of my tongue.
The next moment, he was kicked out of this space.
*
Zhang Lu yawned and exchanged for a roll of bandages from the mall.
The room, which had been relatively clean and tidy, was now filled with the smell of blood, and the floor was covered with blood-stained gauze.
These are the blood flowing from She Mochu's eyes.
The bandages were worn out one by one, and his eyes seemed to contain a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, from which tears and blood continued to flow. It took less than an hour for everyone to go from panic at the beginning to numbness later.
But even so, the tears and blood that had been shed for more than ten hours was still too much.
She handed the bandage in her hand to the poet and subconsciously glanced at the person lying in his arms.
Then, she suddenly met a pair of golden eyes.
The eye was confused and unfocused at first, and the edge where the white of the eye should be was blood red. After waiting for several seconds, the pupil slowly focused and fixed on the face in front of him.
The bright and dazzling golden color suddenly faded away like a tide, and the red around the pupil immediately turned milky white. Soon, the eye turned into a normal human pupil.
What Shemochu's brown pupils look like.
Zhang Lu opened his mouth and found his voice after a while: "Chu...Brother Chu?"
She felt cold all over and couldn't move. She felt like she was being captured by some large beast. For a moment, she even felt that the person in front of her was not She Mochu.
It could be a lion, a tiger, or any creature that could kill her with just a move of its hands, but it is unlikely to be a human.
Bai Jinshu slowly moved his neck, and a hissing sound like a snake spitting out its tongue came from his throat.
The moment the voice came out, he immediately realized that the language he spoke was wrong, and he quickly stopped before it could pollute the other two people present.
Then, he finally saw that the person hugging him was Huai Jiamu, and an expression between confusion and bewilderment instantly appeared on his face.
"Take your time." Huai Jiamu was in a daze for a moment, and then realized that Bai Jinshu's words just now were not right. He calmed down and put his hand on his Adam's apple, and explained the current situation to him in a steady and fast voice. "It is now more than ten hours after you used [SN-021]. We are in a room on the thirteenth floor of this building."
"Brother Chu, you...you suddenly fainted more than ten hours ago," Zhang Lu continued in a stuttering voice, and finally spoke smoothly, "Pan Xuan found something wrong, so we rushed over to help you down, and then we saw that your left eye was bleeding."
Bai Jinshu reached out and touched his eyes.
The skin around my eyes was cold, and there seemed to be a bit of cold liquid on my fingertips.
"It's not bleeding now," Zhang Lu said quickly, "Brother Chu, you'll be fine after you wake up, but all these things around you are..."
The ground was covered with blood-stained gauze. No one could have imagined that so much blood could flow out of She Mochu's eyes.
"Pan Xuan and Li Qun are out," Zhang Lu saw his eyes moving around the room and added, "They took Garshasibu to the shelter to tell them, and then went to contact the rebels. We originally wanted to let the poet go, but the poet wanted to stay with you."
Bai Jinshu seemed not to understand what she said. He stared at Huai Jiamu in a daze for a long while, then opened his mouth and tried to find his normal human vocal cords.
"Ah..." Under the gaze of two eyes, he searched for a long time and finally made a normal sound in his throat.
"Where were you just now?" His voice was stuttering and he paused.
"A poet?" This voice made Zhang Lu feel creepy. He replied fearfully, "He has always been here?"
"After you fainted, your eyes kept bleeding and we were all terrified. We contacted Ming Qingrong and the others and asked the poet to come over. After the poet came, he stayed by your side and wiped your tears."
She pointed to the blood-stained gauze on the ground next to her.
"You... have been... here all the time?" Bai Jinshu raised his body and twisted it in the air in a strange posture, looking at Huai Jiamu's face, trying to find more traces from it.
The tone of his voice sounded strange, like some animal was trying to learn to speak human language, with a kind of wildness and strangeness and sounds that could not be made by a human throat.
"I've always been here." Huai Jiamu nodded.
Bai Jinshu stumbled and grabbed his hand, as if he was seeing this hand for the first time, and fiddled with it in front of his eyes for a long time.
Huai Jiamu just let him play with it.
Bai Jinshu stared at the hand for several minutes, then raised his head to look at Huai Jiamu's face.
There was a brief silence in the room.
After being worried for more than ten hours, the barrage was relieved, but after seeing his performance, they were worried again:
【What happened to the Lord? 】
【He seems to have forgotten how to speak. 】
[More than that, I feel like I've almost forgotten how to use my own body. ]
[It should be said that there is a feeling that an animal is adapting to the human body. 】
[Especially the movement of the Lord raising his head just now. People who have kept pet snakes should be able to tell that it really looks like a snake...]
[So what happened? Why did the Lord ask if the psalmist was there when he woke up? ]
[I don’t know, but just now I seemed to be dazzled and I seemed to see the Lord’s eyes were golden for a moment.]
[It's not your eyes that are blurry. I saw it too. ]
[Is that right? I saw it too. What happened to the Lord? ]
[Golden? Aren’t the Lord’s eyes gray-silver?]
[It's not that vertical pupil, it's another human eye. ]
[Could it be the eyes that the Lord installed in the Academy of Sciences before He came? ]
[No, the golden eye flashed and then disappeared, turning into a normal eye.]
I also saw the barrage.
On the screen, Bai Jinshu paused for a long time, and suddenly seemed to remember something. He looked around abruptly and touched all his pockets with both hands, as if looking for something.
Zhang Lu's eyes followed him around his body and asked, "Brother Chu, what are you looking for?"
Something was not right with She Mochu's condition. Zhang Lu, who was not very familiar with these things, did not dare to act rashly. He could only ask carefully, fearing that an unintentional action of his would cause him to overreact.
Bai Jinshu looked around but couldn't find it. He turned around, held Huai Jiamu's hand and whispered, "Miracle..."
"What miracle?" Zhang Lu asked quickly.
"S...N...021." These words came out of his mouth intermittently.
"[SN-021]?" Zhang Lu was stunned for a moment, "What happened to this miracle?"
Bai Jinshu glanced around and said, "It's gone..."
【SN-021】Gone.
"Ah?" Zhang Lu's face turned pale. "Lost it? I remember the Foundation Mall said that this thing would absorb the sanity of the creatures around it!"
This is not a good thing to lose!
"What does [SN-021] look like?" Her mind was filled with the fear of losing such a deadly thing. She instantly forgot about She Mochu's strange behavior and hurried to the door. "I'll go up and find it for you!"
Fortunately, they didn't move very far. If this thing was lost, it would either be on the 28th floor or at the stairs.
I just hope that [SN-021] doesn't suck away her sanity when she gets close.
"A golden, golden eye..." Bai Jinshu gradually regained the feeling of speaking, and his voice became much smoother, without that sense of strangeness and dullness.
He also gradually regained the feeling of his limbs, and at this moment he suddenly realized very clearly that he was now in a human body.
"Golden... eyes?" Zhang Lu was stunned.
She turned her head and looked at She Mochu for a long time, then said, "Then... then it is very likely that I saw it just now."
"Brother Chu, your eyes were golden when you woke up just now."
“Let me check the mall first. Maybe I saw it wrong,” Zhang Lu quickly denied himself before Bai Jinshu could react. He opened the Foundation Mall and started searching for [SN-021].
She would rather she was wrong.
But her wish was destined to fail.
In the mall, after searching for [SN-021], the result is [This miracle is unique and is on loan].
【SN-021】Did not return to the mall.
Zhang Lu took a deep breath in his heart.
No way?
It can’t be really in She Mochu’s eyes, right?
"My eyes?" Bai Jinshu paused, "Is there a mirror?"
"Yes, yes, yes." Zhang Lu quickly went to the table in the next room and took back a small mirror. "But it was only golden when you first arrived, Brother Chu. Now it's back to normal."
Bai Jinshu looked at himself in the mirror.
It was still She Mochu's face, with a silver-gray vertical pupil and a human pupil. The skin around the human eye was a large red patch. It should be the blood flowing from the eye that dyed the skin light red.
Other than that, there was nothing unusual.
But [SN-021] did disappear.
When using this miracle to enter that flashback memory, Bai Jinshu clearly felt that this miracle was initially trying to merge with his right eye, but was bounced off by Iger's vertical pupil, and was reluctantly merged into another human eye, allowing him to see everything in the flashback of [SN-021].
But now…
Bai Jinshu's fingertips stroked the skin under his eyes.
If [SN-021] replaced his human eyes, then why didn't the original human eyes in his eye sockets turn into teardrop moles under his eyes?
In the image reflected in the mirror, his pupil was still a normal human pupil, and there was no mole under his eye.
"Will this be a problem..." Zhang Lu didn't dare to say a word. Only when he saw Bai Jinshu put down the mirror did he dare to ask softly.
"...I'm not sure." Bai Jinshu closed the mirror and thought for a few seconds, "It might be an accident."
He did not forget what happened before he woke up.
But he only had memories of that period of time in his heart. As for the pain he felt and the madness he endured during that time, it was as if they were all ignored by his brain and he could no longer remember them.
Time went back to more than ten hours ago. The moment She Mochu felt that all the teachers and students of the University of Michigan had turned into Ke creatures, his endurance limit was reached. His body's defense mechanism was activated, causing Bai Jinshu to lose consciousness directly. [SN-021] was about to lead the unconscious soul back to his body on the 28th floor rooftop with due diligence.
Just when he was about to leave, Yug's knowledge entangled him.
His knowledge contained too much that humans could not know, and there was much that would drive one crazy once one understood a word. This entangled knowledge dragged him into an airless ocean of knowledge, and wanted to keep him there forever.
She Mochu’s ability to endure reached its limit, and he no longer had the trump card that could protect him against the mysterious spirits. He was instantly trapped in the ocean by these things, and his entire body fell apart.
The method that Yog's knowledge uses when it wants to invade a person is very strange. It knows very well that most people cannot bear such a truth, so before invading, the first step is transformation.
Reshape the brain and body into shapes that they can withstand.
Of course, they don’t consider whether they will go crazy because of the pressure at this stage. In fact, 99% of people go crazy at this step.
They didn't even have the time to get the knowledge they wanted, they died just as they were about to get it.
Compared to ordinary people, She Mochu's transformability is much stronger. It's not because of anything else, but because his brain and body had been expanded during that trance.
His ability to bear has also been greatly expanded.
So knowledge enthusiastically split him into smaller pieces and tried to occupy every cell of this body.
At this moment, [SN-021] rolled the dice again. The moment the sound of the dice rolling was heard, some more distant and ancient existence stopped the carnival and threw all the excessive knowledge that would cause madness out of his body. Then, it put back together the organs that had been flattened and disassembled by this knowledge, and finally gathered together the soul and consciousness that had been torn into pieces, reshaping a She Mochu who was no different from before he entered the River of Knowledge.
At the moment when Bai Jinshu was about to be overwhelmed by this knowledge, this existence pulled him out.
This scene, which would drive people crazy if they saw even a corner of it, was not broadcast live by the foundation at all. In other words, [SN-021] was a miracle recommended by Yun Guang strictly according to Bai Jinshu's requirements, so its scene could only be seen by one person. Even the countless investors and property managers from other dimensions could not share this flashback with him.
Otherwise, the audience would most likely realize that the person who rescued She Mochu at the critical moment was most likely another protagonist in the comic book Blood Sugar who had gone crazy.
——The owner of that vertical pupil.
She Mochu was not unfamiliar with this aura. After all, he had no idea how many times he had descended from His body. But only after he truly faced a part of His body could he feel that what he usually emitted was only one ten-thousandth of His aura.
But the problem is that Bai Jinshu is not unfamiliar with this aura.
Perhaps [SN-021] finally made a big success in his secret dice roll, allowing him to find a way out in such a desperate situation, or perhaps this existence has never left his side, anyway...
Bai Jinshu was in mixed feelings.
In short, he should have been rescued by She Mochu's evil god, and for a moment, this and the evil god made him feel very much like Huai Jiamu.
Moreover, this "image" is not an image of the same person, not just like the evil god Huaijiamu he had seen before, but it feels very similar to all the Huaijiamu he had come into contact with.
After the evil god Shemochu of Huaijiamu fished him out, he was very polite and put him together again, putting his consciousness and body that had been separated by knowledge back together, and then dug him out from that place and threw him back into the body.
【SN-021】It was probably at that time that it was considered a part of his body and was stuffed in.
[SN-021] It was put into his body by the gods, and it was probably impossible to take it out now. Bai Jinshu stretched out his hand to try, and the feeling of his left eye was indeed his own eyeball, not the feeling of Yig's eyeball in his right eye.
Zhang Lu just said that he saw his eyes flash with golden light and then immediately returned to their original state. Could it be that this thing really merged with the human eye?
The first thought that popped into Bai Jinshu's mind was, if this goes wrong, how will he compensate the foundation?
This is a miracle in the mall.
Even if Yun Ling has a good relationship with them, he can't just take their sealed objects for himself.
But now I can't get it out...
Bai Jinshu: ...
"Um, Brother Chu," Zhang Lu thought for a moment and decided to ask, "Did you see anything from the flashback of [SN-021]?"
Bai Jinshu suddenly came back to his senses from the dilemma of how to deal with his eyeball.
"I see." His consciousness returned to the previous scene.
No matter who rescued him, he probably had no ill will towards him. Not only did they fight him back, they were also kind enough to shield him from the collapse and madness that had been witnessed at the scene of Yog's summoning.
When Zhang Lu mentioned it now, all those emotions and images came flooding back to him, making him speechless.
"Garshasibu..." Bai Jinshu took a few deep breaths to get used to the heaviness. "What Garshasibu witnessed was the scene where Misty University summoned Yug."
"Hundreds of years ago, or even longer, Mithril had no choice but to summon Yog to obtain the knowledge that would allow the world to survive. In order to pay the price for this knowledge, all of Mithril were transformed into Cronus creatures during this summoning."
Zhang Lu took a breath of cold air.
Shi Liqun and Si Panxuan, who had just pushed the door open, were stunned at the door.
"So all the real Mi Da people have already died?" Zhang Lu said softly.
"If reincarnation is real, then these hybrids now are the teachers and students of the Mithril School who were transformed into K-type creatures during the summoning?" Si Panxuan frowned, "Then the process of their transformation from hybrids to K-type creatures wouldn't be alienation, but a kind of atavism, right?"
What happened in the past few hundred years that caused these creatures of the K-type, who were originally doomed to die and be disposed of, to enter reincarnation and become hybrids?
"I don't know," She Mochu stood up on the screen, leaning on the poet's shoulder. His thin figure seemed even more desolate at this moment. "It seems that the more we know about this world, the more unknown it is."
"But..." He paused for a second, "But I know what to do."
Bai Jinshu opened the foundation's combat watch to confirm the time again.
There were less than three days left before he left this space. The moment he learned that [SN-021] had become a part of his body, a guess suddenly popped up in his mind. This guess, crazy and confusing, proposed an attractive plan to the investigator who was also in a desperate situation.
"I have a way," Bai Jinshu repeated, "but I need to verify my guess."
The author has something to say:
Yug's Knowledge:
(Catching people)(Kneading and rolling)(Flattening)(Putting batter)(Spreading evenly)(Beat eggs)(Spreading evenly)(Spreading meat sauce)(Sprinkling beans)(Sprinkling green onions)(Putting ham) (Putting crispy) (Putting lettuce)(Rolling up horizontally) (Cut everything) (Cut into two pieces)(Folding and handing to Yug) (Suddenly a hand reaches out!) (The pancake Xiaochu has been snatched away!!) (Wipe sweat) (Flustered)(Escape by pushing the pancake cart) (Gives an embarrassed look to other beings in the universe): "So is this how She Mochu is put together every time he is about to die?
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Comic reader who is high on blood sugar (that look): "You are the one who understands us."
On the first day of the new year, I bring you pancakes Xiaochuqwq
First 20 + Random 20~
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