479, you bastards, stubble after stubble
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Siyuan would never have believed that there was any evil in the world that could invade the body of this legendary great priest, and it was almost to the point where it could not be pulled out.
The purple pieces of flesh stuck to the skin like a ball of plasticine that had been roasted by fire, pulsating regularly, but obviously different from Dante's breathing and heartbeat, as if it were another creature hanging on him.
"I know why you sent Wenwen here."
After checking Dante, Siyuan lit a cigarette and looked at the face of this handsome old man, who was always optimistic. The former vigor seems to have been worn out overnight, and under the dim light, it actually shows the sadness of the hero's twilight, and the upright figure like a flagpole has become rickety, as if he is twenty years old.
"I'm afraid I'm running out of time."
Dante's eyelids drooped, and his voice was a little worried: "That's why I want you to intervene directly, and I don't feel at ease if you hand it over to others, and only you can fight against Filard." I'm in a hurry. β
At this time, Wenwen, whose face was full of tears, came back from carrying supper outside, and after putting simple food and two bottles of spirits on the low table, she sat next to Dante with her face covered, tears flowing from her fingers, and she couldn't help herself with sadness.
"Girl, don't cry, don't cry." Dante gently patted her on the shoulder: "Dad is fine." β
Wenwen obviously didn't believe his words, but grabbed Siyuan's arm: "What's wrong with my dad?" β
Siyuan rolled his eyes and looked at the ceiling: "Do you know ticks, the kind of parasites that attach to warm-blooded animals, they don't hurt or itch at first, but by the time they find it, they have become extremely fat, and if they are pulled out, they will cause more damage." β
"yes." Dante smiled wryly: "By the time I find out, there is nothing I can do." β
Wen Wen looked at his father with wide eyes, his expression sad. She has no mother since she was a child. She has always been sheltered under the wings of her father, who seems to be in a wreck, although many people ridicule her father for being a poor ghost priest, but she only jokes about it, and never really dislikes her only relative. But today, she found that such a big hideous and terrible thing had grown on her father's body, which made her feel helpless and weak for no reason.
Siyuan didn't go on to pick up the topic. Just smoked one cigarette after another, and at the end of the cigarette butt was pressed out in the ashtray and turned to look at Dante: "When did you find out?" β
"Three months ago, I didn't pay attention at all." Dante grinned: "Who would have thought that something would dare to parasitize me." β
"This is voodoo, very powerful voodoo, my witchcraft is a little successful, but it's still far from the person who casts the spell on you." Siyuan made the final diagnosis: "If you hit it hard, you will die." β
After listening to this, Wenwen cried again, and the meaning of Siyuan's words was obviously that he had issued a critical illness notice. Just like patients with advanced lymphoma, the surgical drugs actually have no effect, and they can only watch the condition get worse and worse, and then die in pain.
"But this thing is still a few months away from growing up, these days...... You eat and drink well, take Wenwen around to play, and relax. β
Wow, Wenwen's howling and crying couldn't be stopped anymore. Dante also had a dead face, but he still kept smiling. gently stroked her daughter's long hair, whispered words like last words, and pointed at Siyuan at the end: "You can follow him in the future, he can protect you." β
When the two father and daughter were tired and quietly leaning together to recall their childhood, Siyuan smacked his lips and spoke, and with a wicked smile: "Ah." I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't make it clear. Eat a little more in the past few days, rest a little better, relax a little, and I'll pull Gu out for you after four days. β
Dante and Wenwen were stunned, their faces changed several times, and finally Dante finally swallowed a mouthful of saliva and moistened his dry throat before he could speak: "What do you mean?" β
"I'll pull out Gu for you." Siyuan looked at Dante with a pure look. looked very innocent: "I said that you were going to die, but did I say that I was going to be hard?" Aren't you pretty good at it? β
At this moment, Dante completely understood that this guy was simply taking revenge, revenge for saying that he was stupid and yin him. This time he gasped for breath, and if he wasn't sick, he had to be scared out of illness, and if he wanted to change to someone with a bad heart, I was afraid that it would pass on the spot.
"Can you cure it?" Wenwen looked at Siyuan with incredulous eyes: "You didn't mean ......"
At this time, the big devil who came out of the kitchen with a bowl of noodles slowly came out and said with a smile: "I testify that he didn't say that he couldn't cure this thing from beginning to end. β
Dante is really reminiscing about this time, and the big devil probably knows it, and he colluded with Siyuan to really scare himself. He was a big old man, and he was almost fooled into crying by these two people, and when he thought of this, he was angry and angry in his heart, and he turned over and was about to beat Siyuan.
Siyuan pursed his lips and gently flicked Dante's parasitic part with his hand, he screamed, and then covered his arm and rolled on the sofa in pain, snot and tears flowed wantonly.
"Why are you like this...... Wen Wen glanced at Siyuan, and carefully helped his father up: "My dad is like this." β
"Chinese is really broad and profound, and the meaning of the two 'such' is completely different, one blames and the other is distressed, which is completely impossible for other languages to do." The Great Devil quickly finished eating a bowl of noodles, put down the bowl and said slowly: "I'm afraid these two cases are really the work of a certain religion, but what are they going to do?" The Upper Three Realms have retreated. β
"It's not a retreat, it's light to darkness." Siyuan squinted his eyes and looked at the corpses in the room that had been retracted: "I must investigate this matter, investigate it carefully!" I'll go back tomorrow, you guys connect the teleportation array, and I'll bring someone over. β
After speaking, he began to eat noodles without saying a word, and he did not have the temperament of a superior person at all, he was completely a hungry pig.
"How long has it been since you eaten?" The Great Devil looked at Siyuan in surprise: "Why are you so hungry?" β
"I don't know, I ate a stick of corn this morning. I didn't feel hungry either, and I couldn't be hungry after the operation at night. Siyuan pouted: "Most of the time, I can't even remember to eat and sleep." β
Hearing his words, the Great Devil and Dante looked at each other, but neither spoke. Dante picked up the bowl and ate silently, his face expressionless.
At that moment, in an ordinary apartment three blocks away from them, a man in blue overalls was walking up the dark hallway with a takeaway pizza. He was tall, with long, disproportionate arms that were very disproportionate, and the shadow of his cap hid his face. The only skin exposed on his body is his hands, and there is a very striking and complex tattoo on the tiger's mouth on his hands.
Soon, he made his way through the narrow hallway to a room and knocked softly on the door. A man's voice came from inside, howling in English instead of German: "Who's fucking outside?" β
"Takeaway, sir." The man in the hat whispered, his voice was very gentle and elegant, and it sounded easy to make people feel good: "The takeout you just ordered." β
Not more than a moment. A crack opened in the door, and a half-naked man appeared inside, and the man stared at the delivery man fiercely: "Get out, the takeaway didn't order takeout." β
"Look, sir. The address is yours and the money has already been paid, so please sign for it. β
At this moment, a delicate woman's voice sounded behind the man, asking him when he ordered the takeout. The man with a heart guard on his chest showed a mocking smile that was unique to Americans: "I don't know which Kaizi has come to cheer us up." β
He spoke, and then opened the door smoothly. didn't care at all about the young girl behind him, and even enjoyed the greedy eyes that the little brother who delivered food inadvertently revealed.
"Alright, you can get out."
After taking the pizza, he didn't have any politeness to try to get rid of the virgin-looking bastard at the door, seeing how thin he was, he knew that he would definitely not be his opponent, so there was no psychological pressure at all when he scolded.
"Sir. You're an American, right? β
"Oh, shit. Kids, why are you asking this? . β
After saying that, he slammed the door tightly, took the pizza and turned to look at the European beauty on the bed with a smile. This stupid woman who was smuggled from Ukraine actually wants to take her to the United States herself. It's just wishful thinking, but the figure of Eastern European girls is really not enough.
But at this moment, he found that the stupid woman on the bed was actually pointing behind him and screaming, and when he looked back, he found that the man who delivered food just now was actually standing behind him.
"It is said in the doctrine that those who break through the door will not be favored by the wise, thank you for opening the door for me." The young man took off his hat, revealing a hideous head, the skin from the forehead up covered in disgusting, wriggling purple flesh and emitting a foul smell.
The Yankees tried to resist, but before he could raise his hand, the disgusting man in front of him had already shoved his hand into his mouth, and the lips and hard lips did not play any protective role at all, but only opened a big hole in his face in an instant.
Without any reaction, the Yankee collapsed to the ground, and his body began to turn into fine black powder that flowed out of the exhaust holes in the air-conditioned room, and disappeared in an instant.
The Ukrainian girl was screaming the whole time, but the delivery man had no intention of stopping it, but smiled and said to the girl: "You know what, screaming in despair is the most beautiful music in the world." β
As he spoke, he unhurriedly took out a pair of rubber gloves from his pocket and put them on his hand, and took out a scalpel as thin as a cicada's wings, looking at the girl who was already in tears on the bed and was accompanied by urine and urine**, and smiled: "Then, please call it as much as you like." β
The apartment was in the middle of the slums, and there were many people coming and going outside, and no one could hear the desperate and terrible screams, and even the girl rushed to the window at the last moment, but the people below never responded, and when the lights flickered, everything returned to normal.
An hour later, when the delivery boy came out of the building with a sheepskin bag, he subconsciously looked up at the railing on the side of the road, on which sat a girl in a white down jacket.
He paused, reassuring himself that maybe it was just a coincidence, but he didn't expect the girl to point at him. This made his sweaty pores open in an instant, and he cautiously walked towards the strange girl.
"Hello, Mr. Murderer." The girl had a very beautiful oriental face, but she spoke fluent German, and even had a strong aristocratic accent: "What are you holding in your hand?" β
"I don't care who you are, you'd better disappear now, or you'll be my prey, and I'll let you try the most terrible torture in the world before killing you."
"Oh?" The girl pointed to a street lamp behind her, just hooked her hand, and the tall street lamp turned into a twisted twist: "Like this?" β
was glanced at lightly by this young girl, and the little brother chrysanthemum was cold on the spot, with a strong killing intent in his eyes, so that he couldn't raise the mind of resisting at all.
"I don't care what you're doing, but you've brought in horrible people now." She poked the little brother's chest with her jade-like delicate fingers: "If you affect me because of this, then I'm sorry." Oh, by the way, I've called the police. I know you can be invisible, but I don't guarantee that you can be invisible to everyone. Tell the person above you, tell him to be careful, and most importantly don't bother me, if I find someone digging deeper, I'll go to you. β
Hearing her words, the little brother with a gloomy face frowned, and looked at her for a while, as if he wanted to remember her appearance firmly.
"Look at it for one more second, and your other eyeball will look like this." The girl stretched out her hand and flicked it, and the little brother's left eye suddenly let out a crisp popping sound, and then the viscous and frozen vitreous body flowed out, followed by cloudy blood.
"Get out."
Seeing the murderer leave in embarrassment, the girl jumped off the guardrail, stretched, and said lazily: "It's really interesting, someone from my hometown is here." Daddy, don't you just want to get me back? Then I'll see what kind of person you find to come over, and if you die, don't blame your daughter for not giving you face. βββ
Well...... In my next book, I'm going to write a story about a neurotic spacetime repairman, and it feels great. The brain hole must be big, the play must be cool, and it must cover history, military, city, ability, Xianxia, etc., etc.! That's right, that's it!! (To be continued......)