Uh, the person {that girl} is dead, and his own arrival, can he redeem anything?

Isn't it too late?

In front of him, darkness once again invaded all colors, and among the overlapping colors, a ghost seemed to be a little close, and I was able to grasp it--after such thoughts, Wang Yong naturally reached out and grabbed the ghost, and after the same claw contacted, an inexplicable feeling struck, and he quickly judged that he had the advantage and was able to control the ghost.

When he opened his eyes, he was still on the hospital bed, and he spread out his palms, and in the palm prints, black marks were wriggling, as if trying to break free from his control.

Clenched fists, is it true that the grip is real?

Authentic?

Illusion?

- I can't tell the difference.

So, give it a try.

The corridor had long since returned to quiet, the light seemed to have changed, and in the afternoon, I quietly walked out of the ward and came to a ward next door, where the wooden door was open, and on the snow-white sheets was a puddle of blood left by unknown causes, dark red, crimson, bright red... In a place where blood and snow overlapped, it seemed that traces of claws could be seen.

Reached out and touched the sheets, this is really a test of cleanliness, there seems to be a humanoid fold on the sheets, no one knows what kind of person was lying on it, this kind of imagination makes people feel "dirty", the distance between people, should have opened some distance.

- Ordinary material sheets, most likely not pure cotton, feel not so good, but this does not prevent its snow white to bring people a sense of cleanliness, which is diametrically opposed to those blood stains.

Changing to another hand, Wang Yong opened his eyes and saw that in the open palm, the black traces that were controlled were like intertwined lines, which followed Wang Yong's meaning, broke out of the palm, and pounced on the blood at a speed that could not be seen by the naked eye.

In the blood that had not dried up completely, something seemed to be pouring above the most intense red in the middle.

Closing his eyes, what Wang Yong saw was a surge in the darkness, he couldn't see what it was, it was all darkness, no two colors, but he could feel that in the darkness, something was indeed happening, a battle, or a survival of the fittest.

When I opened my eyes, the color of the blood on the sheets had changed a lot, and the bubbling places were gradually expanding, like countless bulges were constantly multiplying and spreading, large and small bulges were like tree tumors, ugly and ugly, and the different shades of color seemed to be alive.

The color of the blood gradually expanded, expanding to a perfect human form, as if some boundary was locked there, and instead of continuing to spread, a certain contraction began, and then it expanded, contracted, expanded, expanded, contracted... After a few repetitions, the form settled, and the color of blood changed to another color, brown, dark green, or black...

Wang Yong took two steps back, ready to leave this world directly in case of any accident, it was too weird, this world was too weird.

Uh, maybe it's because the body itself has weird abilities?

And the origin of this strange ability is estimated to have a relatively long story.

When he was about to hit the iron gate from behind, Wang Yong stopped, the figure in front of him had been completely fixed, the ugly lizard-faced man, with rough yellow eyes, with some indescribable excitement and emotion in his cloudy gaze, looked at Wang Yong, and shouted: "Wang, is this what is alive? This feels really good!"

He was like a child, and the excitement in his tone made his ugly face look cute.

It's over, the aesthetics are starting to distort!

Wang Yong felt that he was probably really going to be damaged by this body, and the corners of his mouth curled, as if there was a trace of a smile, "Then, what do you want to do now?"

For new species, Wang Yong always has enough spirit of exploration and is a little more patient.

Even if the feeling of being in control of this new species is gone after it is fully formed, he just has an intuition that this "person" will not hurt him.

So, as a new species, what will he think and do?

Studying his mind is a more interesting thing than studying his body, even thinking about it, the light in his eyes still forms a certain pressure, so that the "people" whose whole body is exposed to Wang Yong's gaze do not shrink.

"Can you do anything?"

He seemed a little eager to try, and Wang Yong said encouragingly, "Tell me about it." ”

"I want to eat something, King, I feel that I am still very weak now, I can eat something to replenish myself, and I can also develop believers for you... The king has delivered me, and I will develop more believers for the king..."

Lizardface said excitedly and inexplicably, as if he had obtained some kind of natural mission after being "born".

Wang Yong originally wanted to ask this question, but when he heard about the later "development of believers" and "rescue", he suddenly thought of the lizard face before, and seemed to have said the same thing.

So, which one was "rescued" by the original owner?

In the midst of that darkness, these seemingly clawed spirits were powerless, and what power did they have when they came here?

"Do you remember where you used to be?"

"Remember, it's the cracks. ”

In response to Wang Yong's question, the lizard face who answered honestly was like a good student, and he didn't dare to lie to deal with it.

"What do you think of the cracks?"

"It's too crowded, there's always some presence compressing me, making it impossible for me to stretch..."

Lizardface said this, talking a little more, he complained in a mixed manner, and the normal language was quickly mixed with some unfamiliar language, which seemed to be similar to the language spoken by the lizardface before, the difference was that this time, Wang Yong understood.

He even felt through an indescribable feeling what the lizardface was talking about.

Time...... Space...... Caught......

It should be said that every time there is such a gap in time, theoretically, but in reality, because of the extension of space or whatever, it is difficult to form this kind of gap, so there will be many ghosts in every space that forms a crack.

And ghosts, the essence of this kind of thing comes from people, and it is different from people, it seems that it can be felt from the language, most of them still accept human civilization, and a small part belongs to them, those that will be from the beginning of their own formation, just like those that have been inherited.

Theoretically, they can only survive in the cracks, but in such a small space, everything is crowded together, and the darkness that Wang Yong sees is theirs, yes, those darkness, connected into a piece of darkness, are actually thin threads one after another, one ghost after another, that kind of density, if all are replaced by circles, it is probably the existence of dense phobia even more dense than dense phobia.

The true colors are no longer visible at all.

There is no color of its own, and if you have to say that there is, it is probably black.

The reason why Wang Yong is called "king" is that so far, he is a special one, the "king" in the gap, he can draw the ghosts in it at will, drag them out, just like he tried just now, let them attach themselves to a certain existence in the outside world, and need some life energy, and then evolve into a "person".

This kind of control and domination should not exist after these ghosts become "people", at least Wang Yong can't feel anything, but in Lizardface's view, their existence is to please Wang Yong, and in the inherited knowledge, pleasing requires believers.

Food is for survival, and believers are for the sake of pleasing the king, these are the two major events in their lives, in fact, there is only the latter one, and survival is also for the latter.

Unfortunately, Wang Yong, the king of ghosts with a special material, couldn't understand what the food of ghosts was from that kind of language.

"I'm going to watch you eat. ”

The unwarranted order was not severe, but the lizard face was as excited as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, and he couldn't wait to make the matter of eating into a performance, so he quickly gave a program, he seemed to know where there was food naturally, he found a good viewing place for Wang Yong, that is, by the window, and then, he disappeared in front of Wang Yong's eyes.

Wang Yong was slightly surprised, and quickly understood that this was the use of the crack, just as he was able to walk through the wall through the crack, and the lizard face also had the same ability, which was amazing!

I finally know how the lizard face suddenly disappeared before, but this is obviously not a happy thing, there are too many ghosts in the cracks, if they all have such abilities, then, what is special about their own king?

Moreover, if they run away because of this, what power will they have to control themselves?

Standing by the window, Wang Yong looked down, the lizard face had appeared in the crowd of people who had not yet returned to the ward, he stared at a man, the man in the hospital gown was dancing, smirking from time to time, the lizard face came to the front of the man, stared at the other party, stared at him in a focused and almost reverent way, stared at him for a while.

There was no dazzling color scheme, no bizarre fluctuations, and the breath was as natural as facing each other for a while, and the lizard face left.

As soon as he missed his eyes, he disappeared from below, and came to Wang Yong's side again, and with some self-satisfaction in showing his ability, he respectfully asked Wang Yong: "Wang, do you want to see my food?" ”

Look?

Wang Yong was naturally curious, put down his previous doubts, nodded, and motioned for the lizard face to show.

The lizard face quickly disappeared in front of Wang Yong, Wang Yong realized something, closed his eyes, and in the darkness, he saw the lizard face, here, the other party also maintained that ugly figure, waved his hand like a conductor, the color exploded, the darkness was driven away, and a picture appeared in front of Wang Yong.

Unlike the previous ones, this time, he was a completely unnoticed bystander.

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