In the dimly lit room, a horrific torture is being staged, a long whip full of iron nails, frantically whipping the flesh and blood of human beings, and the flesh is flying!

"Uh-huh." The bloodied man, handcuffed to his seat, looked delirious.

Frowning and looking at the man's face, Jack felt irritable, his anger accumulated in his chest and could not be expressed, the man in front of him was too stubborn, no matter how he tortured, he couldn't pry any information.

"Forget it, that's all for today." Throwing the whip rope in his hand to the assistant on the side, Jack had an indifferent expression and kicked the man hard to vent his accumulated anger, and the assistant lowered his head and cold sweat dripped down, for fear that the grumpy master would continue to be angry.

The man smiled, raised his head, spit a mouthful of bloody phlegm on Jack's clothes, and his black eyes revealed a deep dark glow, "You scum, go on?" Do you want Lao Tzu to make a knife in your sexy little ass and little chrysanthemum, so that you dare to do it?! ”

Jack's pupils were beating like flames, but he didn't continue, knowing very well in his heart that this man was the object of torture from above, and now the man could no longer be tortured, and if he died, Jack would have great consequences. At the same time, the anger and fear in his heart rose at the same time, it was really terrible, this man, although he was tortured, but the thick disdain in his tone, coupled with the contempt as always, was obviously a cage waiting for death, but the eyes of Jack were so indifferent, like a pathetic lackey looking at the world! Jack couldn't accept a prisoner and looked at him like that. He calmed the anger in his heart, opened the door and walked out, he needed to calm down now, the assistant hurriedly followed, and after leaving, after looking at the man, he closed the door.

Suddenly, in the dark room, only the man remained, his chest rose and fell slightly, his breath was weak, these days, countless tortures, treatments, continued interrogations, his soul was exhausted, but despite this, the perseverance and behavior in his eyes told those bastard organizers that he, Jeeprudd, the faith in his heart, had never been defeated.

"Huh." Jeeprud spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, feeling the sharp pain all over his body, and his mind was confused, "I don't know, where the hope ......is," he muttered, feeling loneliness and pain all the time. Now, he clearly understands the condition of his body, although after each torture, the organization will use efficient medical equipment to heal him, but the devastated body is not long left.

Jeeprud is a human dedicated to the cause of salvation, but after several twists and turns, he is captured by the organization that created the virus, and in order to pry out the final hiding place of the rest of the human beings and an extremely important information that only he knows, he never mentions. And he, in the end, hopes are pinned on his companions who are still alive, but not long ago, they were all arrested, and the current situation is so bad that Gieprud feels hopeless, but as long as there are other human beings fighting for survival, then there is hope.

He stared silently, his eyes full of despair, for Jack had told him not long ago that the plans for a new generation were about to start, and that humanity was about to be wiped out.

The air was as silent as death, except for the logo of a dead and withered seed sprouting on the table in front of Jeeprudd, flashing the countdown of time, and every thirty minutes later, the dripping sounded, as if deliberately placed directly opposite it for malicious provocation, making him deeply feel a sense of helplessness.

Underneath the logo is the name "THE SWORD OF GOD" - THE SWORD OF GOD, in pure white font, holy and cruel, representing the sword that is swept away by God's will.

"Justin, Aina. Looks like we're really done. His mouth repeated the names of his companions, the threads of his nerves were broken, and Jeeprudd fell asleep, he was so tired.

In the dark metal passage, Jack walked with a step, but his eyes were full of strange colors, and he looked down at the watch on his arm: "There are still 37 hours, and this world will be swept away by us!" ”

Indescribable, happy emotions filled his chest, he hummed a little tune, came to the toilet, took off his pants, his expression was comfortable, and the sound of entering the water sounded, but he didn't know that danger was approaching!

On the ceiling, under the projection of lights, a slowly moving shadow inadvertently covered the toilet lid, and his eyes caught a glimpse of the black shadow on the toilet lid, Jack's heart trembled: It's not good!!

It was too late, a palm was stuck in from behind, and a blow knife cut into the artery, the heavy blow blocked the flow of blood, and his eyes were dark, and Jack snorted, unconscious.

When his body was about to fall, the palm of his hand supported his body and pressed him against the wall, the whole process was fluent and perfect.

As Cai said, Yumo is a good assassin.

"Phew, finally waiting for the opportunity, I thought you didn't go to the toilet!" The attack he had just succeeded in made him very excited, and he had been waiting for nearly a day, and his spirit was highly nervous, and the moment he finally got it, his heart was too. Breathe a sigh of relief.

Yes, unlike Cai and them, the treatment is different, Yumo actually appeared directly in the final location, and entered the internal organization of the "Sword of God", well, the toilet.

Stripped off Jack's clothes, put them on his body, tied them up, and blocked his mouth with socks, as for whether he would mind, Yumo said he didn't care.

Immediately after, he took out a mask, the material as thin as a cicada's wings exuded a faint smell of corpses, the hollow eye holes seemed to be dripping with blood, and the coldness was the only feeling that brought it to his face, until the mask fit perfectly with his face.

A strange scene appeared, dense flesh tentacles began to grow on the mask, they were all over Yu Mo's face, frantically reproducing from under the skin, burrowing in, and soon a dense sac bulged under Yu Mo's skin. The mask uses its flesh and blood as a culture medium, and soon, Yumo's whole body skin is covered with tentacles, and after about a few minutes, they are finally full, fade and inhale into the mask, Yumo's face also becomes Jack's face, and even every part of his body is the same as the unconscious Jack!

≮The Pretender's Skin≯: A special item from the world of Cthulhu, you stumbled upon it by chance, but you're still not sure if it's lucky?

[Mask Engraving] (Yu Mo found this mask in a diary inlaid with black eyeballs in the last test, the inscription on the diary with distorted handwriting on it) :(Fakron translation, not everyone knows a little bit of everything like Cai) Pay attention to the ancient gods (cleared by a powerful force), the whisperer is always watching you, the collapse of reason comes from the defilement of the deep spiritual world, seeing it, even if you choose to turn a blind eye, you can't get rid of it, accept it, like me..... Fakron's Note: At the moment you can only use a portion of the ability, but each time you use it, it gradually awakens......

Yumo didn't plan to use this mask, it's too weird, after using it once in the last test (three-star difficulty, Yumo only used it once), it was still very normal, and it already had a faint rancid smell, and even Yumo's mind began to have time to hallucinate, a black hole world full of tentacles, constantly concrete and more and more real.

Yumo can understand: with each use, his spirit has become closer and closer to it.

But the difficulty of the test and if he wants to complete the task (not decrypted for the time being), he has to use it, and almost no one knows what Lin Mu means to him, that is him: the only family member, which is why he is spoiled. Yumo did not allow Lin Mu to fail in this test, he wanted to erect his own image, he didn't trust anyone except Lin Mu, even Lin Mu's idol - Cai. He wants to let him understand that he is a person worthy of attention, not a spiritual worship Mr. Cai!

"I promise you, Lin Mu, we will succeed, and I will lead you to victory." Yumo said softly and gently, and after speaking, he stabbed Jack in the heart and pulled it out.

The blood flowing was so sweet in his eyes, his mouth suddenly cracked, there were sticky tentacles between the gaps, his long narrow tongue stretched out, and he licked the blade gracefully, "The feast begins." As he spoke, the gray color of his eyes seemed to be projected by a huge face. But Yumo didn't seem to notice the change in his personality, just calmly tidied up the folds of his clothes, opened the door, and walked out.

Seconds later, in front of Jack's corpse, a statue was condensed in a bubble, and a long voice emitted a hint of pity: "Poor child. ”

The leader had already watched all this, and at the moment when he killed Jack, he saw the invisible side of ordinary people, a painful soul was integrated into Yumo's face at the same time, it struggled, but was pulled into it by the dense invisible tentacles on it, and then, even on the surface of the face, there was a faint smile faceless face smiling, the empty eye sockets, the black hole that flowed, as if to express that it was satisfied......