Strange felt that he had made a wrong solution.

He really shouldn't have walked into this garbage dump.

It’s not that the place is weird and rot-like smell offended him, but these guys gathered here.

Whether from the appearance or the expression, it is very, very abnormal.

The old man who first welcomed him into this "table" has been eroded by the strange power that spreads the whole world. He is no different from monsters, but this is almost the most normal guy among them.

Next to Strange, who was slightly restless, was a guy drinking.

It drinks in a strange way.

Instead of using your mouth, you pour the wine directly into the sarcoma-like head, just like sprinkling water, and the nauseous and honeycomb-like holes on the head will absorb the liquid.

It barely maintained its human form, but its facial features were gone, like a monster suffering from severe burns.

It also has no "hands and feet" in the traditional sense, but instead it is degenerated limbs and has not yet become flesh and blood tentacles, but it can be seen from the eel-like suction cups on its skin.

Maybe soon, this guy will lose his last little bit of sanity and completely transform into something like the monsters wandering in the city.

And in the entire tavern, there are such guys everywhere.

Master Ye has also read cases that are very similar to these guys in the collection of books in the Mysterious House.

It can be seen from the old man who was wiping the wine glass with difficulty in his movements in front of him that these monsters who were drinking should have been humans living in this world, or humanoid life forms.

As for those alienated organs, they are alienation formed by life after being highly infected by mixed forces.

All the monsters wandering in the city outside should have been truly intelligent lives.

This made Strange feel a little chilled inside.

He just read such a story in the magical Scriptures that record the stories of all worlds. When the dimensional barriers of a world collapse, they are invaded by foreign creatures and eroded by abnormal energy, they are disasters after being transformed.

Those stories seemed terrifying, but Strange always felt that those things were far enough away from him.

And now, he saw it with his own eyes.

"Bang"

A cup of turbid, weirdly floating liquid was placed on the black wooden table in front of Strange.

This interrupted Strange's thoughts.

"Come on, outsider, have a drink."

The only old man in the tavern who still maintains his human form looked at the wild mage with a smile.

Although he could feel a little kindness, his black horny face and the raised eyeballs on his shoulders made the old man's smile even more terrifying.

Strange moved his body a little uneasy, and of course he would not drink this glass of wine blindly.

He held the wine glass in his fingers, and he looked at the old man in front of him, and he said:

"How long have you been like this?"

"Um?"

This question made the old man blink in surprise.

A strange light flashed in his muddy eyes. He put down the rag in his hand and stared at Strange. After a few seconds, he said:

"You are not a person from this world to take off your hood and let me see your face."

"Why?"

Master Ye asked.

The old man made a strange laugh, like a night owl, he said:

"Look at our world. After the barriers were broken more than ten years ago, we have seen many people coming from the 'outside'. You are not the first one, but maybe the last one, and you also see it, and the world is almost over."

"The noise every night is getting more intense. It rolls in the already riddled nightmare. It no longer wants to wait. It will soon swallow the last trace of the world."

The old man said in a hoarse voice:

"Do you understand? We are the last residue, the last meal."

"After the last meal, the world is gone. Foreigners, I don't know what purpose you are entrusting to jump into this hell, and I don't care."

"But if you want to know more from me, let me see your face."

Faced with this strange request, Strange hesitated for a moment, then pulled up his hood and exposed his face.

At this moment, the old man standing in front of him widened his eyes.

He looked at Strange's face with standard facial features, hair, and normal outlines, as if he had seen the most beautiful and precious treasure.

He opened his mouth slightly, his body trembling slightly.

He raised his hand, and as his fingers were moving, he trembling, as if he wanted to touch Strange's cheek.

But before touching the wild mage's skin, he suddenly withdrew his hand as if burned by flames.

He breathed heavily, trying to remain calm.

But the other monsters also noticed this scene, and they were not as "restrained" as the old man.

They roared, like a riot in a tavern, they rushed over from all over the place and made various roars, as if they wanted to hug Strange, but more like they wanted to tear Strange apart!

Jealousy, angry.

Uncontrollable emotions hit their minds and stirred up endless malice.

Strange held the crystal wand in one hand and the cold Proxima Trident in the other. Billy, who was hiding outside the door, also saw this scene. He also held the wand in his hand tightly and was ready to support at any time.

"Bang"

A loud bang rang in the tavern.

The old man punched Heimu's bar, and he shouted to the out-of-control monsters:

"Get back! Idiots, those who no longer belong to us, and even if they tear them apart, they can't change the reality."

"Get out and drink your slurry!"

The thin old man seemed to be very majestic in this tavern. Under his scolding, the monsters who had lost their bodies were like beasts ordered by the beast king. With strong reluctance and vicious gaze, they retreated little by little.

Strange really mentioned murderous intentions in his heart at that moment.

These monsters look terrifying, but in fact they are not powerful. They are similar to the alienated ghouls wandering in the city.

For spellcasters, their most powerful weapon is perhaps the mental pollution caused by its terrifying appearance.

Chaos energy changed them, but did not make them stronger.

"What's wrong with them?"

Strange asked.

"They are jealous of you, the foreigner, and jealousy is a terrible sin that will prompt others to do terrible things."

The old man with his head down picked up the rag and began to wipe the dirty wine glasses. He said in a low, slightly distraught tone:

"It's not just them, I'm also jealous of you, your appearance, ah, handsome, energetic young man, I was like you before I became such a ghost."

He let out a weird laugh and said:

"As handsome as you, as charming as you, but look, look at what the hell I have become."

"I advise you to leave quickly, foreigners, you may have strange powers, but believe me, this world is not tolerant enough to you."

The old man raised his finger and pointed to his face with his black, slender, uneven nails. He gave Strange a terrifying smile, and he said:

"Those things that have changed us are also changing you silently, from the inside out, and when you react, it will be too late!"

This sentence seemed like a warning, shocked Strange.

What's worse is that I don't know if it's a psychological illusion. After the old man said this, Strange suddenly felt that his skin was itchy.

It seems that the energy that is really spread throughout this world is changing it quietly like changing this world.

"No wonder the mentor did not set a time limit for the battle"

Strange grabbed his swollen arm, looking at the skin crumbs that had been grabbed from his fingers, and he mumbled:

"There is no need to set a prescribed time at all. As long as you stay here for a long enough time, you will be automatically eliminated."

He took a deep breath, raised his head, no longer concealed anything, and asked directly:

"So, old man, what happened in this world more than ten years ago?"

"Don't you have eyes?"

The old man was impatient with this question, he snorted and said to Strange:

"The world is polluted by cursed flesh and blood. They fall from the sky like meteorites, causing disasters to this world."

"At the beginning, our civilization wanted to study their powers that never sleep and never die, but they were derived much faster than we thought."

"On the seventh day after the Curse Day came, the first city that suffered was swallowed up overnight by the revitalized flesh and blood, and the entire city, along with 400,000 of them, evaporated overnight."

The old man chuckled and said:
To be continued...