I scrutinized the seam between the notebook and my right hand, and almost screamed, my veins were connected to theirs, and the tiny slits were secretly purple-red blood vessels directly exposed to the air, and even my heart beat at the same rate. What kind of parasitic is so disgusting, I wolfed and tore it with my left hand, only to find that the notebook didn't move at all, and I couldn't tear it off, but I was in pain to death. I shook it off, and the note seemed to be trying to occupy a place and not move, and there was no rent yet (if there was any beautiful woman picture or something on it, I shouldn't be in a hurry to take it off.) I thought about it for a while, and tomorrow the ghosts saw the expression of the notebook in my hand, and they were ruthless and lifted the werewolf form.

I drew the first of three knives, and one was back in the scabbard, but I only needed one now. I borrowed the light of the flashlight, stared at the knife, the cold light flashed, stabbing me can't open my eyes, I glanced at the child is still asleep, the innocent face makes me feel that I must hold back not to shout, I put down the flashlight, biting a towel, I seem to remember that this is a child used to wipe the feet, but there is no disgusting, but there is a kind of self-seppuku heroic consciousness, I picked up the knife with my left hand, I slowly raised, aimed at my entire right hand, ruthless.........

After a second......

"It hurts, it

Everyone came out of the tent, dragged me out of the tent, and started to fight in groups, and I saw that the bones in my right hand were slowly growing, and the muscles were slowly covering my right hand. After a while they got tired and went back to sleep. I lay on the ground, drop by drop of water on my face, and the sharp pain in my body made me think seriously about who said that there are so many good people in this world.

I climbed back into the tent and watched my right hand attached to the notebook slowly wither. I picked it up with my fingernails, lit the lighter, and slowly approached it, but I felt like I was killing something alive because I could feel its struggle.

It was only 1cm, and I heard a small hoarse voice, "If you burn me, you will die too, I am already symbiotic with you." The piece of paper was trembling slightly.

"What do you mean?" I moved the lighter away from it, and the flames flickered and flickered, and I couldn't hold the lighter when it got so hot.

"I have sucked your blood, you and I have formed a blood sacrifice agreement, if I die, you will die, and if you die, I will not die. The cold voice made it feel like a snake was crawling behind it.

"Damn, it's totally unfair!" I felt the urge to burn it right now.

"It's not entirely unfair, in fact, even if I parasitize on your right hand, I can disappear when there is no command, and come out when there is a command, like a phantom beast. And, despite our sparse numbers, we creatures live very long (I wonder if this is nonsense, find an unlucky one, parasitize it, and when the host dies, find the next one yourself. We know so much stuff, a lot of people have been looking for us creatures all their lives, we tend to know the truth of this world, and as long as you let me parasitize on you, I can tell you what you want to know?"

I was a little shaken, "But I already have a phantom beast," I stretched out my right arm, and suddenly realized that this guy didn't seem to have eyes, "And I just saw you suck my right hand dry, you're lying to me to put you back on my body and find to almost suck me dry." ”

"Even if I can disappear or appear at any time, but I'm not a phantom beast, I just live with you, it doesn't matter if you have a phantom beast or not, the second one, although I don't do this kind of thing, but I will never do it to you." ”

I was shocked, and I didn't do less "reasons why I didn't do it"

Its voice was a little embarrassed, "Have you ever seen someone being pointed at a gun, and then very boldly saying to the person with the gun, if you put down the gun, I will kill you immediately." ”

"Not at all," I thought to myself, but there was something I really needed to know. threw away the lighter that was already hot" and said to it, if you play any tricks, whether I die or not, I will kill you. "I'll put it in when I'm done

There was a tingling pain in my right hand, and it grew back together with my right hand. The notebook let out a satisfied groan.

"Okay, you tell me how you disappeared first, and then they'll laugh at me if they wake up and see you. ”

"Like the Phantom Beast, now that I'm in your right hand, you want to gather the qi into your right hand and release it, and if you want to take it back, imagine converging the qi. ”

As soon as it finished speaking, it disappeared, "It worked," I whispered. When I gathered my qi in the palm of my hand, sure enough, it reappeared.

"Now you will" the tone was slightly dissatisfied, "what do you want to ask me, you ask." ”

"I want to ask what the hell is Redthorn. I suddenly became serious, and my tone was three points colder.

"You know, everyone who has a phantom beast has a purple-black tattoo" I glanced at my right arm and nodded, "The stronger the ability of your divine heart to activate, the more obvious your tattoo will be, and it will even exist in the form of a black mist, which has a strong deterrent power"

I said to it, "When the ghost path, the red thorn is wrapped in black mist. ”

"I see," the notebook suddenly said

"What's wrong. ”

"Let me tell you, the divine heart in the body is the sustenance of the soul of the phantom beast, a person will not have a phantom beast without the divine heart, and the divine heart turned into a blood bead cannot sustenance the soul. What I know, however, is that the Red Thorn died once, leaving the heart of God to you. I heard you say just now that he is resurrected again, and there is still black mist on his body. This creates a contradiction. Even if he was resurrected later, then the soul of the phantom beast would have been destroyed the moment his soul turned into a bead of blood with his first death. There is neither the Divine Heart nor the Phantom Beast, and after resurrection, it is even more impossible for the tattoo to exist in the form of fog when the ability is activated. ”

"What do you want to say?"

"Even if he takes 10,000 steps back, he has a phantom beast tattoo, but I see that the concentration of black mist when his ability is activated is definitely not what a phantom beast tattoo can achieve, so it is inferred that the phantom beast of the red thorn is definitely not one, and then extrapolated upwards, the divine heart of the red thorn is definitely not one. The notebook's voice trembled with fear.

"How much can God have in one person?"

"Impossible, a person has only one divine heart at most, a second ability, absolutely not ....... "It suddenly stuck.

"Do you know why?" I asked hurriedly

"No, I'm reminded that on the fourth day of our mission, we encountered the living corpses of hundreds of thousand-year-old God Heart holders, the Red Thorn activated the ability, and we lost consciousness. Later, when he woke up, he found that there were no beads of blood that had been transformed into divine hearts. We originally thought that the Divine Heart was too old, unlike us now, it would not turn into blood beads and disappear, but now if Red Thorn can really have multiple Divine Hearts, those blood beads should have been absorbed by him. ”

"That means, just after the war," I swallowed, "and his divine heart will be more than a few hundred......"