Victor was horrified and immediately pointed his gun at the thing.
With a bang, the bullet penetrated the black "slime" and shot into the ground. The slime fell down and squirmed a few times on the ground, changing into various weird shapes, but it did not die. Instead, it continued to stick to Victor's trouser legs.
, hugged him, and acted like a clingy little kitten.
Victor began to sweat on his forehead, but the monster didn't hurt him, it was just enjoying the feeling of sticking.
"He is your flesh..."
Crow's words suddenly made Victor's hair stand on end.
My meat?
What does it mean?
Crow pointed at the black "slime" at Victor's feet: "It is the essence of obsession, a secret creature that was about to take over everything in you, but was disturbed by the coyote statue and forcibly severed from your body.
It has lost contact and turned into this form... I don’t know what it is now, but it is indeed your own flesh."
After listening to Crow's explanation, Victor guessed that this thing must be the wriggling protoplasm that has been parasitic on his spirit.
It is the essence of intoxication. After the intoxicated human beings, this kind of thing will grow on the spiritual body in the secret place, which will constantly interfere with the human consciousness, making them comatose and dreaming, until the spirit is swallowed up, and when they wake up, they will become
Monster.
But why did the wriggling protoplasm that descended into the material world with the help of Victor's flesh and blood become such a thing?
Its appearance was very different from the terrifying monsters Victor had seen before.
Moreover, the previous monsters would dismember and absorb people when they caught them, but this thing is sticking to itself, like a docile cat.
But despite being so weird, Victor was still a little bit lucky in his heart, because the mental monster that had been bothering him for a long time was finally removed from his body.
However, the parasite now has been replaced by another even weirder thing.
At this time, he suddenly reacted and pointed the gun at Crow again.
Even though he was distracted just now, Crow had no intention of attacking him or escaping.
"Are you really not afraid of me shooting?" Victor asked.
"Revenge is a matter of course. I have such a right, and of course you do too." As he spoke, Yao suddenly closed his eyes, as if he was ready to receive the fatal bullet.
Victor found it incredible that after the other party did such a terrible thing, he actually lost the desire to live. He thought he was being deceived and asked warily: "Are you controlling me?"
"The ability to summon celebrities cannot be effective on the same person in the short term. This is your own choice. If you hate the old, then shoot..."
Victor frowned. He lowered the hammer and stared at the wrinkled and weathered face. The exposed upper body of the other person had the unique brown-red skin of the Valentine people. It is the result of their ethnic group's integration with nature on this land for thousands of years.
The genetic symbol of place.
After all, the bullet was not fired, so Victor lowered the muzzle of the gun.
"Giving up hatred is a very difficult choice. I know how painful it is..." Seeing that he was still alive, Ya opened his eyes again.
"I won't kill you just because you didn't kill me while I was unconscious. It's not as much as you thought!"
Victor snorted and put the gun back into the holster.
"I will return this favor to you. As for your fate, the Inspection Bureau will handle it."
After saying that, Victor turned around with a sullen face, trying to find a way to walk down the cliff.
The black squirming mass was clinging to his trouser leg, unable to shake it off, leaving Victor speechless.
"Pity is a rare virtue, young man, but you have to remember that people are just like trees. The more they yearn for light, the more their roots will stretch into the dark ground... When that moment comes, can you
All I have to do is wait quietly for myself to adapt to the darkness..."
Crow sent Victor a message from behind, but Victor was not affected by his views.
What darkness and light... Victor always follows his own nature and makes choices based on intuition, not caring what others think.
Crow sighed, suddenly remembered something, and finally reminded Victor: "Actually, the real plan for this advent ceremony came from the handwriting of that performer..."
……
Mountains surround a beautiful lake, and white waterbirds land on an unmanned boat floating in the middle of the lake, chirping softly, enjoying the gifts of nature.
The mess of the fierce battle is still there, and no one has come to collect the bodies of the dead by the lake.
I walked through a pool of blood with my white buttocks, and drank water by the lake covered with mud.
It suddenly raised its head, as if it heard something, and neighed at the red-haired young man on the side.
Victor returned here, but he was full of melancholy. Who would have thought that the only thing waiting for his return would be such a white horse.
He first found some clothes and put them on, then stretched out his hand to the white buttocks.
The horse bowed its head docilely, but quickly moved away in panic because it discovered the black squirming mass of flesh on Victor's thigh.
This ghost was very close to Victor, but it opened its teeth and claws towards the white horse and transformed into tentacles full of spikes. It was shocking. If the white butt hadn't flashed so fast, several holes would have been poked in its head.
Victor pulled off the little black ball, then picked up a dead man's coat from the ground, wrapped it in it, and hugged it tightly.
He tied his clothes tightly, and then scanned the bloody battlefield, his eyes tightened, trying to find someone's body.
"No..."
Victor raised his eyebrows. He didn't find Henry's body. Could it be...
Following his guess, the sound of horse hooves was heard outside the forest. Victor quickly hid aside, only to see three or five agents from the Inspection Bureau coming on horseback, one of whom turned out to be Henry.
Henry had a bandage on his leg and was hugging the waist of his previous colleague tightly.
"Mr. Victor!"
Seeing Victor, Henry shouted in surprise.
However, when he dismounted and approached with a cane, he noticed something was wrong with Victor's current state.
His face was as pale as blood loss, and his whole body was dirty and smelly. The key was his hair, which turned red for some reason.
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It turned out that Josh arranged for several detectives to keep an eye on Thomas, fearing that he would do something crazy because of losing his son.
They discovered that Thomas's men were secretly following Victor and his party, so they followed them. However, they were delayed for a while because they encountered a herd of migrating cattle on the road, so they arrived a step too late and failed to support Victor and his party.
Henry judged from Victor's condition that something thrilling must have happened at the bottom of the lake.
And...where is Father Sang?
Just when Henry was about to ask, Victor pressed the coat in his arms hard and pointed to the cliff behind him.
Unfortunately, the crow is no longer there.
……
Ten minutes later, they rearranged the caravan and drove it away from Rose Lake.
An intelligence bureau agent was driving the horse, and Victor and Henry were sitting in the caravan, telling each other everything that happened at the bottom of the lake.
When he learned that Father Sang had died, Henry's expression showed sadness.
He wasn't even upset about being plotted. His first reaction was to mourn the old priest.
No matter what the other person's private life and personality are, the old man has always been helping and protecting other people.
"I have always thought that Father Sang was a respectable wise man..." Taking a deep breath, Henry looked at the tree shade outside the car, his face full of melancholy.
"He's just a crooked old pervert..." Victor cut off and looked outside the car. After a long time, he added the next sentence, "But I won't let his sacrifice be worthless. There are always people
, you have to pay the price for playing with your life."
The first time he saw Victor showing a murderous look, Henry was a little uncomfortable with it, which was not in line with his usual out-of-the-box personality.
So, he asked curiously: "But you still let the crow go."
Victor explained indifferently: "The crow has completed the ritual and has no desire to live. He left me alive because he was asking for death... There is no point in venting anger on such a person... As for whether to arrest him and bring him to justice, it should be decided.
You're from the Inspection Bureau."
"So you just left this job to us?" Henry smiled bitterly.
"Shouldn't it be right?" Victor asked with raised eyebrows.
Henry was speechless, and finally replied: "He won't wait over there for us to catch him. Perhaps in Crow's eyes, only you are qualified to seek revenge from him. We, the 'running dogs' of the federal government, are not worthy."<
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Victor listened and suddenly stared into Henry's eyes: "Actually, the main planner of this conspiracy is Donnie. Crow has already told me. I don't doubt his words. There is no need for a person who wants to die to lie to me. This
It’s not good for him.”
Before coming down from the cliff, the last thing Crow revealed to Victor was that he was just trying to save his own tribe and conceived the idea of bringing the Immortal God down, without any detailed plan.
One day more than ten years ago, Downey suddenly found Crow and offered to help them. The price was to ask Crow to cooperate with him and complete a shocking performance.
The detailed steps of the plan, including the trick of dividing the ceremony into two parts and holding them on different continents, were all written by Downey.
The guy's true purpose is unknown, not even Crow knows.
And when Victor came out from the bottom of the lake, Donnie had already disappeared.
Hearing this, Henry's eyes narrowed and he understood what Victor meant: "You mean..."
"No matter what kind of stage this actor will have in the future, I will be his troublemaker!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Victor suddenly raised his hand and pointed the gun at Henry's forehead.
"Then it's time to prove that you are not that performer."