At first, he felt very good and refreshed. After he succeeded in his revenge, his body felt lighter by two pounds. About three minutes later, he sneezed. Maybe he choked on the dust, but it didn't matter.
In the following time, Bloody Kiss was in an indescribable state of excitement.
It was just like when he was fifteen years old and walked into a small room with his sister. Even in this gloomy and strange castle, he couldn't help but hum while walking in front.
Smile.
"What are you laughing at?" After receiving the temporary treatment, Liz looked at him in confusion.
Bloody Kiss covered his mouth, shook his head and said, "I remembered something happy."
Next to him, the assistant who was bandaging him also burst out laughing. He didn't know why.
When Liz looked over, he was stunned for a moment and tried to hide his smile. He wanted to put on a serious look to prove his professionalism.
"Sorry, I also remembered something happy."
Liz looked at him suspiciously, and her expression gradually became gloomy.
She put her hand on the stone tooth sword behind her and suddenly asked, "You two … are you thinking of the same thing?"
"Hmm?"
Bloody Kiss was stunned, "What's wrong? No, no, no, Ms. Liz, we are not making fun of you, I just … "
He was a little anxious and sneezed again.
Then he saw a few Ivy League people's expressions become ugly. Those people took a few steps back and put their hands on their weapons.
"Wait a minute, is there any misunderstanding?"
He raised his hands to show that he was harmless and took a step forward to explain, but he saw Liz waving her hand and drawing a straight line on the ground with her stone tooth sword.
"Just there." Liz's expression was cold, "Sit down, Samson, don't come any closer."
"What's wrong? Why are you suddenly so serious? "
Bloody Kiss was stunned for a long time and couldn't help but laugh. He couldn't stop laughing — soon, he saw the assistant's horrified expression.
That person staggered back in disbelief.
On the assistant's face, between his mouth and nose, a layer of dark green mycelium quietly stretched out.
"Hey, your face."
Bloody Kiss frowned and tried to hide his smile, "What's wrong with your face!"
The assistant's face became paler and paler. He moved back and almost fell into the corner, "You, your face is the problem!"
Xue Xi was stunned in place.
Subconsciously, he pulled out the knife from his boot. Instantly, the smooth blade of the knife illuminated the perverted and excited face. He was trying hard to frown, but he could not restrain his smile.
As well as countless mycelium wriggling out of the eyes, ears, mouth, and nose like living creatures.
All sorts of colors.
Red, green, blue, white, black, and red, red, red, red, red …
He stiffly moved his mouth, only to see a crack crack open on his gradually numb face. From behind the crack, some kind of dark liquid seemed to be wriggling, mixed with his blood, and seeped out bit by bit.
Like a nightmare, it quickly evaporated, forming a faint black smoke.
Meanwhile, under the fingernail of his hand that was holding the dagger, strands of mycelium quickly grew out and wrapped around the blade of the dagger, causing it to rapidly decay and shatter.
Pa!
On the gradually decaying blade, the last thing that was reflected was his shattered eyes.
That pair of terrifying evil eyes was filled with abnormal excitement, but now, it was almost bursting with light like the scorching sun.
Countless bubbles of color emerged from the light and rapidly multiplied. In the end, even that pair of eyes could not contain it. The eyes swelled and cracked, turning into an illusionary mist, rising from the shattered eyes.
"What … is going on …"
Involuntarily, Bloody Kiss screamed, "Save me, save me!!!"
The skin that had lost its flexibility was like leather that failed to be tanned. As he moved, it made a small cracking sound and cracked inch by inch.
Under the broken skin, countless mycelium and black blood flowed out, dripping sticky.
In the blood, strands of dark ink-like color were rapidly spreading, wriggling, condensing into a bead shape from the pool of blood. It unbelievably broke away from the blood and gravity, floating in the air.
One drop, one drop, one drop after another, as dark as the night.
It was like a nightmare with no end in sight.
Countless mycelium extended out from the cracks of the body, entangling in the black liquid. Within the layers of mycelium, Bloody Kiss's tragic cry finally burst forth.
As his blood boiled, countless Origin Substances that had been infected by nightmares completely corroded the deformed Sacred Mark. The poison from the Decaying Dream was rapidly transforming his body, absorbing the hellish sediment that was everywhere … …
A pale white mist filled with countless bubbles rose from his shattered eyes.
It was about to explode.
The Stone-Toothed Sword roared.
It disappeared in a flash.
In the next instant, whether it was the pitch-black nightmare poison, the mycelium, or even Bloody Kiss's body, they were all torn apart by that vicious power.
They all fell apart.
In the deathly silence, Bloody Kiss's head fell from his neck, landing on the ground and letting out an empty echo.
No blood spurted out.
Only countless rotting dreams turned into pitch-black bubbles, rising from his body and quickly dissipating into the air. In the air, illusionary black feathers fell to the ground, disappearing along with the bubbles.
He was dead.
But it wasn't the Stone-Toothed Sword that killed him.
Long before that, his Sacred Mark had been corroded by the Abyssal Poison, forming a rotting dream filled with malice and resentment.
Accompanied by the countless curses and poisons he had created throughout his life, he gradually mutated into a pitiful creature that couldn't even scream, being ravaged by the nightmares.
In the end, along with the destruction of the dream, he also welcomed death.
Fifteen minutes later, after inspecting the sleeping assistant in the ice coffin, the scholar from the Ivy League walked in front of Liz.
"It's poison."
The middle-aged man in the protective suit raised the bottle in his hand. "It's a type of extremely violent curse poison that is extremely stable before it's activated. I'm really curious, what kind of researcher was able to create such an exquisite thing?"
"Exquisite?"
Liz frowned, lowering her head to examine the crystallized black drop of blood in the bottle. That was something that had been taken from the assistant's body, a poison that had been forcefully preserved in the border relics and was in a dormant state.
"Yes, that's right, it's very exquisite."
The scholar narrowed his eyes and sighed. "In the simple analysis just now, I've found at least forty characteristics of hell's toxins. If we had professional equipment, we would definitely be able to find more … But it's more like a kind of source curse that spreads and spreads through the blood, possessing some rather superior qualitative characteristics.
Once it's activated, it will begin to rapidly mutate and spread, and it will show different characteristics depending on the host. Rather than calling it an infection, it would be more accurate to call it a pollution …
Bloodkiss suffered from this, and by the time he discovered it, it was already too late to save him. There were too many traces of curses and poisons in his body, and for this kind of poison, it was simply the best petri dish. If it was someone else … Well, I can't say that there's hope of saving him, but at least he wouldn't have died so miserably. "
"Is our antidote useful?"
"It's useful, but I don't recommend using it, because it would be terrible if it evolves resistance. In the absence of a medical environment, it's best to use suppressants to prevent it from entering an acute attack. We'll treat it when we return to the base. "
The scholar glanced behind him and looked at Liz. "Fortunately, we've brought a lot of other preparations. Other than you, Madam Liz, everyone else has to wear a helmet …"
Liz propped herself up with her stone sword, and her face was as calm as water. "Is there any other bad news? You can tell me all at once. "
"The drone sent out has lost its signal. Our gut diviner has performed two divinations, but there were no results. I'm afraid the internal space here has been completely distorted. "
"A maze?"
The scholar nodded. "That's what it means."
"Are there any other problems?" Liz asked.
The scholar pondered for a moment and asked, "Should we continue? After one of their leaders died, the people from the Eye of Nightmares became a little disobedient. Someone wants to renegotiate the price with us. "
"…"
Liz frowned as if she was frustrated. After a long silence, she suddenly sighed. "It's really difficult to quit smoking, Mr. Lando. There are always some troublesome problems in this world that you can't solve."
Lando raised his eyebrows in understanding.
In the silence, Liz lowered her head and stared at the stone sword in her hand. She didn't know why, but she suddenly laughed.
"Fortunately, there are always solutions to some simple problems."
Fifteen minutes later, they continued forward.
After receiving the rest promised by God, no one dared to negotiate the price with the high priest this time.
.
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Huai Shi saw Condra again.
Just as he was walking in this intricate maze, between a fork filled with dead silence and decadence, he saw a flash of a figure from a certain passageway.
His footsteps paused for a moment, and he frowned.
It was still a momentary trance.
It seemed like an illusion.
"Did you see anyone?" Huai Shi turned to look at the guards.
The guards looked at each other, shook their heads blankly, and praised piously, "Holy!!!"
Well, at least they would shake their heads this time.
There was an improvement.
Huai Shi felt his head go bald and he rubbed his swollen forehead. "I wonder if I'm under too much pressure … by the way, why do I always get thrown into all kinds of damned places by unreliable leaders? Could it be that Tongi wasn't bluffing when she said 'the success of ten thousand generals is built upon a single withered skeleton'? "
"Holy!!!"
The guards of the park piously praised again. It was unknown if they were expressing their agreement.
The ultimate tool, Huai Shi, did not want to talk anymore.
He continued to walk forward, but as he walked, he looked back and saw Condra's figure again.
Again, it was a flash.
He stood in the middle of the fork, his swollen back hunched as if he was waiting for something.
When Huai Shi took a closer look, he disappeared again.
He did not attack, nor did he attempt a sneak attack. It was as if he simply wanted to make his presence known. Huai Shi was so frightened that his heart rate jumped to 180 beats per minute.
"What the hell are you doing … after becoming a ghost, do you like to scare people so much?!"
Huai Shi was angry. He pulled out his sword and walked over, wanting to grab this bastard and chop him to death.
But when he returned to the fork, he couldn't help but look at the end of the fork where Condra had appeared … There, a faint footprint still remained on the ground.
It was like a sign.
Huai Shi scratched his head in astonishment. He was stunned for a long time, somewhat in disbelief.
What was this?
Was this guy … showing him the way?
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