The room was filled with blood and rancidity.

Large chunks of sarcoma stained every corner of the room.

And the one he was looking for, a very nice middle school teacher, was now toppled to the ceiling, and his limbs had disappeared, replaced by a thick layer of bright red sarcoma.

Only one head remains.

The thick flesh nerves exploded from his skull, connecting to the massive sarcoma behind him.

A pair of eyes without the whites of his eyes were staring at him firmly at this time.

Some annoyed and angry, he said, "You shouldn't have come in!" ”

His mouth was cracked, and some strands of bright red flesh could be seen on his teeth.

Ding Xiaoyi ignored him, his eyes scanned the floor, looking at the remaining bone slag on the floor, and his brows tightened for a while.

There was a flash of spiritual fire in his eyes, and under the light of his eyes, he could see at a glance that something seemed to be pregnant in the sarcoma under this man's head.

Seeing this, he slowed his voice and said, "Relax, Hessel, just let me ask you a few questions." ”

"Hessel!"

The man's expression hesitated, as if he was very jealous of this old friend, and nodded after a moment of silence: "Okay, you can ask, for the sake of Hessel's face, I will answer you as much as possible." ”

Ding Xiaoyi's eyes scanned the family photo hanging at the head of the bed, on which were a man and a woman, and a boy was in his arms.

And the appearance of the male protagonist and the deformed face in front of him can still be seen to coincide a little.

Looking at the happy appearance of a family of three in the photo.

His eyes flickered, and he chatted as if usual, "Is this your family?" ”

"Family?"

The man looked at the family portrait, and the black eyes showed a confused look for a while.

It seems to be trying to remember something.

After a few minutes of deep thought, the man nodded slowly: "I should be, I remember them, but I don't have much memory anymore!" ”

"Hessel said, 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 a graduation photo from last year's high school, and the man is sitting in the middle of it, holding a certificate of honor in his hand.

When the man heard this, his expression gradually became entangled, and some memories seemed to flicker in his mind.

But when these vague fragments of memory appear.

The sarcoma behind the man suddenly squirmed.

Suddenly, a huge pain swept through the man's head, causing him to scream.

Seeing this, Ding Xiaoyi continued: "Just last year, when you graduated, you also won the school's award, and your students were reluctant to say goodbye to you, I think you must have been full of pride at that time!" ”

These inconsequential things came out of his mouth as if they were commonplace.

But the man's head hurt even more.

More and more memories poured into my mind, and the man's expression became even more painful for a while.

The ball of flesh in the back of his head squirmed even more.

Suddenly, a silhouette like a human hand propped up on the surface of the sarcoma, and then Ding Xiaoyi saw a human face, squirming under the sarcoma, and the mouth with the human face growing, as if he was whispering something.

This sarcoma is more like a pregnant woman's belly.

What's in there?

At this time, the man's tense expression gradually relaxed a lot, and his consciousness seemed to be more awake than at the beginning.

"Who are you? Why here? ”

"I'm a friend of Hessel, and he asked me to come here and ask you a few questions."

Ding Xiaoyi is still the same set of rhetoric.

When the man saw this, he said viciously: "Nonsense, I don't believe it!" ”

Seeing that the man's consciousness was obviously much clearer than before, he was relieved and knew that his method had worked.

He believed that from the beginning, he asked this guy, afraid that because of his confused thinking, it was impossible to ask something valuable.

That's why I keep talking about the man's past, hoping that he can think clearly.

"Believe it or not, remember the phone call you made to him not long ago? He asked me to ask you, what was that whisper you heard? ”

"Whispers?"

The man was stunned and immediately replied excitedly: "What I heard, it was the voice of the gods, and it was indeed true!" It is a gift from the gods, and He keeps speaking in my ear...... World...... Opportunity...... A brilliant and prosperous era. ”

Speaking of this, the man's expression became excited.

At first he could only hear faint sounds, but as time went on, they became clearer and clearer.

He was sure that he was the chosen one.

"I am about to be reborn, in the moment of the fusion of the world, born in this world with a new attitude, I will become a god, my children, my wife, and even my clansmen will follow me into heaven!"

The more the man talked, the more excited he became.

In the black pupils, two strands of spiritual energy burned, as if they had been able to see through their own future.

"World fusion? Is it the sixteenth day of the first lunar month? ”

Ding Xiaoyi's inquiry made the man's expression stunned, his eyes locked on his body, and a strange smile hung on his face: "So you know!" ”

In the same kind of gaze as us, the man nodded in acknowledgement.

Because that voice told him that the sixteenth day of the first month was the day when he was officially reborn.

looked at the crazy appearance of the man in front of him.

Ding Xiaoyi finally let out a long sigh.

Put the photo back on the table.

"If there's hell, say sorry to your family!"

The man was stunned, as if he didn't understand what it meant.

But before meeting, Ding Xiaoyi waved his palm, and a spiritual energy flashed in his palm.

"Ahh

Sensing the moment the crisis was coming, the man suddenly let out a miserable scream, and a thin palm poked out of his forehead, tearing his head apart, and then saw a black shadow come out of the meat ball, trying to escape.

"Don't you think it's too late to realize the danger now?"

Under Ding Xiaoyi's cold voice, the black shadow suddenly stiffened in mid-air.

That's a ...... Monkey...... No, more like a skinned monkey.

It may be that they are not fully mature, and they are eager to escape from the sarcoma, so that they are a little underdeveloped like premature babies.

Ding Xiaoyi wiped it casually, and suddenly with the ability of [Decomposition], it was stimulated.

The monster's body was filled with cracks in an instant.

It then split into countless pieces and disappeared into mid-air.

And the sarcoma in front of him was also shattered in an instant, and in a blink of an eye, it also disappeared together.

Perceive wisps of psionic energy returning to your body.

After a careful understanding, the spiritual energy that [Decomposition] gave back to himself was actually quite high, which was probably equivalent to all the spiritual energy reserves of the same wounded soul.

In other words, if you let the guy in the sarcoma go, the whole world is at least the strength of the upper grade of the wounded spirit, or even the inferior grade of the evil spirit.

"Trouble!"

Ding Xiaoyi became distressed, he sat on the sofa and carefully sorted out his thoughts.

First of all, my grandfather mentioned this day in his diary.

Explain that this day is very important, and grandpa has long known what will happen on this day, but due to some special force, or rules, he can't write down what he knows.

So just left the time of the day in the diary to warn myself.

And the white fat and the bad old man are also very aware of the problems inside, and if the two don't talk about it, maybe it is the same as the problem that their grandfather scruples.

However, the two did not seem to stop themselves from investigating.

Instead, it's bad for the photos taken by the old man and the reminders in the chat group.

is consciously or unconsciously pointing out the direction for himself.

The current thing can confirm one thing, and in the recent period, there will be bursts of whispering.

These whispers are inducing those who are not strong-willed to be unwittingly corrupted by psionic creatures, and eventually lose control, become a monster, or even become the incubator of psionic creatures.

So here's the problem.

Where did these whispers come from?

Ding Xiaoyi held his chin with both hands, and thought about it carefully, he had an intuition that seemed to have ignored something.

What is being overlooked?

While thinking, he took out his ghost phone and opened the ancestral tomb chatter.

The avatars of the white chubby and the bad old man are still black.

"Hell, the group you pulled me into, it's not like I can't even find a shadow at a critical time!"

After complaining in his heart for a while, he flipped through the pages of the last chat history.

This time he looked through it very carefully, for fear of missing a detail.

But there are so many chat records, if there is one more detail, it is a small hint in the group.

[Congratulations to the fisherman for becoming today's dragon king.] 】

But other than that, there doesn't seem to be any other more valuable clue.

Just when he suspected that he was investigating in the wrong direction, suddenly, a photo suddenly attracted all of Ding Xiaoyi's attention.

In the photo, the city is surrounded by dense netherworld creatures.

These monsters in the Yin and Yang Dao used to fight each other and plunder each other's food.

But today it is surrounded by a clump of places.

In the photo in front of me, I saw these ghostly monsters, all of them raising their heads and looking up at the sky, their mouths wide open, as if shouting something.

I don't know why, seeing this photo, Ding Xiaoyi suddenly had a thought in his mind.

"Could it be...... The voice is what they shouted? ”

Thinking of this, a chill welled up down his spine, although he didn't know what it meant, but the feeling of impending disaster became stronger and stronger.

"Damn it!"

He stood up in a panic and turned to walk out the door.

When you approach the fire escape, you have to take out the black iron key.

This uneasy feeling made him desperate to go home and return to his new firewood game.

It's as if the outside world, even if the sky is falling apart, as long as you return home, no one can hurt you.

But just as he was about to leave, reason forcibly pressed his hand: "No, I can't go back yet......"

Rationally, he took a deep breath, forcibly expelled the panic in his mind, raised his palm and said to [Wangcai]: "I want to use my name to release a message!" ”