Large chunks of sarcoid stained every corner of the room.
The very good middle school teacher he was looking for was dumped on the ceiling at this time, and his body and limbs had disappeared and were replaced by thick, bright red sarcomas.
Only one head is left.
Thick flesh and blood nerves exploded from his skull, connecting to the huge sarcoma behind him.
A pair of eyes without whites were staring at him firmly at this moment.
He said with some annoyance and anger: "You shouldn't have come in!"
His mouth was cracked, and you could see bright red strands of flesh stained on his teeth.
Ding Xiaoyi ignored him and glanced at the floor, looking at the remaining bone residue on the floor, and frowned for a moment.
His pupils were flashing with psychic fire, and under his eyes, he could see at a glance that something seemed to be gestating in the sarcoma under this man's head.
Seeing this, he slowed down his voice and said: "Relax, Hessel, I just want to ask you a few questions."
"Hessel!"
The man hesitated for a moment, as if he was very wary of this old friend. After a moment of silence, he nodded: "Okay, you can ask. For Hesel's sake, I will answer you as best as I can."
Ding Xiaoyi's eyes glanced at the family portrait hanging above the bed, which showed a man and a woman holding a boy.
The appearance of the male protagonist and the deformed face in front of him can still be seen to overlap somewhat.
Look at the happy appearance of the family of three in the photo.
His eyes flickered, and he casually asked, "Is this your family?"
"family?"
The man looked at the family portrait, his black eyes showing confusion for a moment.
He seemed to be trying hard to remember something.
After thinking deeply for a few minutes, the man nodded slowly: "Probably, I remember them, but I don't have much memory anymore!"
"Hessel said that you are an excellent middle school teacher. Do you still have an impression??"
Ding Xiaoyi casually picked up a graduation photo on the table.
Above is the graduation photo from last year's middle school. The man is sitting in the photo, holding a certificate of honor in his hand.
When the man heard this, his expression gradually became tangled, as if some memories flashed through his mind.
But when these vague memory fragments appear.
The sarcoma on the man's back suddenly began to squirm.
Suddenly waves of severe pain swept through the man's head, causing him to scream.
Seeing this, Ding Xiaoyi continued: "Just last year, when you graduated, you won an award from the school. Your students reluctantly said goodbye to you. I think you must have been full of pride at that time!"
These insignificant things were brought up from his mouth as if they were commonplace.
But the man's head hurt even more.
More and more memories poured into his mind, and the man's expression became even more painful.
The meat ball behind his head squirmed even more fiercely.
Suddenly, an outline that looked like a human hand was propped up on the surface of the sarcoma, and then Ding Xiaoyi saw a human face squirming under the sarcoma. The long mouth of the human face seemed to be shouting something in a low voice.
This sarcoma is more like a pregnant woman's belly.
What is pregnant inside?
At this time, the man's tense expression gradually relaxed a lot, and his consciousness seemed to be clearer than at the beginning.
"Who are you? Why are you here??"
"I'm Hessel's friend. He asked me to come here to ask you a few questions."
Ding Xiaoyi still used the same rhetoric.
When the man saw this, he said fiercely: "Nonsense, I don't believe it!"
Seeing that the man's consciousness was obviously much clearer than before, he felt relieved and knew that his method had worked.
He believed that if he asked this guy from the beginning, he would be afraid that because of his muddled thinking, he would not be able to ask anything valuable.
That's why I keep talking about the man's past, hoping that he can think clearly.
"Believe it or not, do you still remember the phone call you made to him not long ago? He asked me to ask you what the whispers you heard were about?"
"Whispers?"
The man was startled and then replied excitedly: "What I heard was the voice of the gods. It is indeed true! This is the gift of the gods. He keeps telling me about the world...opportunities...a bright future in my ears."
of prosperity."
Having said this, the man looked excited.
At first he could only hear faint sounds, but as time passed, the sounds became clearer and clearer.
He was sure that he was the chosen one.
"I am about to be reborn. At the moment of world fusion, I will be born into this world with a new attitude. I will become a god. My children, my wife, and even my relatives will all follow me into the world.
Heaven!"
The more the man talked, the more excited he became.
In the black pupils, two strands of spiritual energy burned, as if he could already see through his future.
"World fusion? Is it the sixteenth day of the first lunar month?"
Ding Xiaoyi's question made the man's expression startled, his eyes locked on him, and a strange smile hung on his face: "So you know it too!"
With the eyes of the same people as us, the man nodded and admitted.
Because that voice truly told him that the sixteenth day of the first lunar month was the day he was officially reborn.
Looking at the crazy look of the man in front of me.
Ding Xiaoyi finally let out a long sigh.
Put the photo in your hand back on the table.
"If there is a hell, remember to say sorry to your family!"
The man was startled and didn't seem to understand what it meant.
But in front of him, Ding Xiaoyi waved his palm, and a spiritual power flickered in his palm.
"ah!!"
The moment he sensed the approaching crisis, the man suddenly let out a scream. A skinny palm protruded from his forehead and tore his head open. Immediately afterwards, a black shadow emerged from the flesh ball.
, want to escape.
"You're realizing the danger now, don't you think it's too late?"
Under Ding Xiaoyi's cold voice, the black shadow suddenly froze in mid-air.
That was a...monkey...no, more like a skinned monkey.
It may be that they are eager to escape from the sarcoma before they are fully mature, so that they are somewhat underdeveloped like premature babies.
Ding Xiaoyi touched it casually, and his [decomposition] ability was suddenly activated.
The monster's body was filled with cracks in an instant.
Then it split into countless pieces and disappeared into the air.
The sarcoma in front of him also fell into pieces in an instant, and disappeared together with it in the blink of an eye.
I noticed that wisps of spiritual energy returned to my body.
After careful reflection, I found that the spiritual energy returned to me by [Decomposition] was actually quite high, probably equivalent to the entire spiritual energy reserve of a low-grade soul-wounding person.
In other words, if the guy in the sarcoma is allowed to appear in this world intact, he will at least have the strength to be a high-level soul-wounder, or even a low-level evil spirit.
"Trouble!"
Ding Xiaoyi became distressed. He sat on the sofa and carefully sorted out his thoughts.
First, my grandfather mentioned this day in his diary.
Explain that this day is very important, and grandpa has already known what will happen on this day, but due to some special power, or rules, he cannot write down what he knows.
So I just left this day in my diary to warn myself.
And Bai Pangpang and Old Man Zao are also very aware of the problems inside. If they don't talk about it, it may be the same problem that their grandfather is worried about.
But the two didn't seem to stop themselves from investigating.
Instead, the photos taken by the old man and the reminders in the chat group were ruined.
He is also guiding himself in the direction intentionally or unintentionally.
The current events can confirm one thing. During this period of time, there will be waves of whispers.
These whispers induce those who are weak-minded to be corrupted by psychic creatures without knowing it, and eventually lose control and become monsters, or even become the breeders of psychic creatures.
Then here comes the problem.
Where do these whispers come from?
Ding Xiaoyi held his chin with his hands and thought carefully. He had an intuition that he had overlooked something.
What has been overlooked?
While thinking, he took out his ghost phone and opened the ancestral grave chat.
The avatars of Bai Pangpang and Bad Old Man are still black.
"Hell, the group you dragged me into couldn't even find my shadow at the critical moment!"
After complaining in his mind for a while, he flipped through the pages of his last chat history.
This time he looked through it very carefully, for fear of missing a detail.
However, there are only so many chat records. If there is one more detail, it is a small reminder in the group.
[Congratulations to the fisherman for becoming today’s Dragon King.]
But apart from that, there seems to be no other more valuable clues.
Just when he suspected that his investigation was in the wrong direction, suddenly, a photo suddenly attracted all of Ding Xiaoyi's attention.
In the photo, densely packed ghostly creatures surrounded the city.
These monsters in the Yin and Yang Dao used to fight each other and plunder each other's food.
But today, there was a crowd of people surrounding me.
But in the photo in front of me, these ghostly monsters are seen raising their heads and looking up at the sky, with their mouths wide open, as if they are shouting something.
I don’t know why, but when I saw this photo, an idea suddenly came to Ding Xiaoyi’s mind.
"Could it be that... the sound was from them?"
Thinking of this, a chill rushed down his spine. Although he didn't know what it meant, the feeling of impending disaster became stronger and stronger.
"Damn it!"
He stood up in panic, turned around and walked out the door.
When you approach the fire escape, you need to take out the black iron key.
This uneasy feeling made him eager to go home and return to his new firewood game.
It seems that even if the world outside is shattered, as long as you return home, no one can hurt you.
But just when he was about to leave, Reason forcefully suppressed his hand: "No, we can't go back yet..."
Reasoning, he took a deep breath, forcibly expelled the panic in his mind, raised his palm to [Wangcai] and said: "I want to use my name to release a message!"