Chapter Forty-Eight: The Origin of the Monster

I looked at the man embedded in the amber, and a deep shock rose from the bottom of my heart. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoWhat kind of creature is this, how can there be such a person in the world? But I can't believe it, this person is right in front of us. Its four hands are in a hugging shape, its feet are open, and its eyes are closed. Even though its eyes were closed, I felt a sense of evil, a feeling of disgust. Just as I was staring, there was a sound of stamping behind me, and when I looked back, it was the fat man and Anne who had come down.

"Oh, my God, what is this?" Anne said as she looked at the strange man with two hands.

"Fuck, what kind of monster is this, how can there be such a thing." The fat man said.

"I don't know, I was looking at this thing when I came down. Strange to say, there was something dragging me just now, but there was nothing here. I said.

"Monkey, what's on your feet?" The fat man pointed to my feet and said.

"Feet?" I said it was strange because I didn't have anything on my feet. I looked down at my feet and saw a section of vine wrapped around it. "Hey, where did this thing come from?" I said to myself. Because I'm sure I don't have anything like that on me, maybe I accidentally touched it while climbing that hole! I thought so, but at the time I did feel a force pulling me off, but I didn't pay much attention to it at the time. I reached out and tore the vines off my feet, and found them soft, like human skin. I picked it up and looked at what kind of species it was.

"This plant is called a wiper vine, but this is the first time I've seen such a strong witle." Anne said.

"Monkey, that thing in your hand looks like it's bleeding." The fat man said in amazement.

"What kind of egg, how can a plant bleed?" I was full of disbelief, but even so, I looked at it and found that the vine in my hand was indeed bleeding, and the bright red blood dripped all over my shoes.

"Holy, this thing is bleeding! This thing isn't going to be poisonous, is it? It's all on my feet. I said because I subconsciously thought that the sap of this plant was poisonous. Fortunately, the juice is not poisonous. But the bright red blood made me sick, because it wasn't long before I smelled a foul stench from the liquid, but I searched the place and couldn't find the plant, which made me feel strange. We looked for a while, and then we stopped focusing on it, because we found the four-handed freak more attractive. But what we don't realize is that danger is already creeping up on us.

"Monkey, come and see, there are words on this!" The fat man's hand caressed underneath the amber. I hurried over, and there were a few lines of words in the place where the fat man's hand touched, but they were all written in very old words. Although I majored in museums, I had never heard of the text above.

"Why does this sound so familiar?" The fat man said.

"Fatty, you know this thing!" I was surprised, because in my mind, fat people probably don't know these words.

"I don't know, but I think I've seen it somewhere, and I think I can try it, and I can probably translate it." The fat man said. After saying this, the fat man stopped talking, but stared at the words. Looking at the fat man's frowning, I felt that these words should be very tricky, but the fat man said that he should be able to translate them, so it must work. After a while, the fat man suddenly screamed, then patted his thigh and said, "Damn, why do I say this thing is so familiar!" It turns out that labor and management have seen. "I heard the fat man's cry, so I ran over." What's going on, fatty, what's going on. ”

"I said why these fucking things are so familiar, I have seen them and studied them for a while." The fat man said. It turned out that the fat man went to the United States when he was young, and because he was not familiar with the things around him at that time, the fat man was quite closed for a while. One day, the fat man came home from school, passing by a courtyard, and an old man happened to fall from the top of the steps in the courtyard. The fat man happened to see it, because the gate of the courtyard was locked, and the fat man desperately climbed over the fence and went in, and then helped the old man up. The old man thanked the fat man very much, and asked the fat man to accompany him every afternoon if he had time. The fat man had just arrived there at that time, and he didn't have any friends, and there happened to be an old man who said that it was good to talk. In this way, the fat man would go every day if he had time, and later the fat man knew that this old man had no children and no daughters, and the people around him only knew that this old man had a strange personality, and no one was close to him, except the fat man.

Not long after that, suddenly one day, the old man took the fat man into his room and taught him a kind of writing. When the fat man entered his room, he found that it was full of notes, drawings and strange symbols, and the walls were covered with photographs. The fat man said that he couldn't remember it clearly, but the scene was still vivid. At first, the fat man thought that the words were very novel and took them very seriously, but after a while, they couldn't do it, because the amount of information in the words was too large, and for the fat man at that time, it was just a temporary novelty. The fat man probably studied for about a month, and then he learned seven or eight percent, and then he felt that he couldn't learn anymore. Fortunately, the fat man was not going to the house, and then about a week later, when the fat man went there again, he found that the old man was no longer in it, and the fat man asked the neighbors about the house, and said that he had been picked up. When the house was entered, it was found that there was nothing left of the note symbol photo in the room, only an empty shell. After about a few more days, all of a sudden the house caught fire and everything was reduced to ashes. Later, this matter slowly faded into the fat man's mind, but he didn't expect to see these words in this place.

"Have you translated these words?" I asked the fat man.

"Well, the general meaning has almost come out." The fat man said. What is written on this is that the contemptible people have spent their lives looking for this big killing weapon for our king, but helplessly, this evil beast is too murderous, and it is beyond the control of the poor road, and the contemptible people have worked hard to find this Jedi, seal this thing, and if future generations see this thing, do not release it to prevent the life from being ruined. Qu Daoren respectfully -- the above translation is probably that. The fat man said. I walked towards the amber and looked at the person inside, the monster in it was a big killer, where was that Qu Daoren sacred, why did he seal this monster, everything was confusing.

"Fatty, what the hell are you pushing me for?" "I didn't! I didn't fucking move. "I felt weird because I was being pushed.

"That's the fucking one who pushes labor." I turned around and looked, and I was scared to death.