The Children of Deceit may look disgusting, and their humanoid mouthparts may seem weird, but they don't have much of a way to attack.

They are like real slugs, they have no bones, they are just pure flesh polymers, they are so weak that they can kill a lot of chickens.

But when one person kills them, they will find that their sanity and mood are seriously affected.

That's what George is like now.

His sanity value is as high as 7, far more than ordinary people can have, but he is still on the verge of losing his strength after killing countless deceitful children.

He felt tired.

The heart seems to be overloaded.

Certain images or scenes have begun to appear in the mind uninterruptedly and uncontrollably, like a wandering horse.

The last slug was trampled by George's foot, crushed into a meat sauce, and the juice burst out.

Looking back, on the ground of the underground temple, countless filthy and smelly internal organs have been mixed with the slime of slugs and the meat sauce after being crushed.

It smells disgusting.

The light here is bright, and there are no shadows in any corner.

But behind the heavy metal gates, the shadows covered the ground, and the darkness seemed to come alive suddenly, scrambling to reach out of the terrifying invisible limbs to reach into the temple.

But when they touched the bright light, they let out a silent roar, and then trembled violently and snapped back.

The remaining dozen or so painted skins hung themselves on the wall, behind the great gods they worshipped, and they were filled with qi inside, like children who were still alive.

George's mind was a little dizzy.

But this dizziness was not harmful to the body, but rather like a memory that was forcibly instilled in Sims, countless dreams bloomed in his mind.

He sat down on the most conspicuous and noble shrine in the entire underground temple.

It's a ...... Vishnu.

The stone statue was dressed in yellow silk clothes, with a blue complexion, a face like a full moon, eyes like blooming lotus petals, a chest decorated with a precious stone Qiao Wet Tuba and a thick garland of holy threads, and four arms holding the Conch Shell, the Wonderful Divine Wheel, the Divine Hammer of the Gods, the Divine Bow, and the Lotus Flower, adding a touch of sacredness to this rancid, bloody and violent atmosphere.

But George only glanced at the idol, and then stretched out his hand and pushed it into the filth, leaving it to shatter and bleed all over his body.

He knew that Vishnu was a symbol of protection in Hinduism.

But the idol did not do its duty, and George destroyed it.

George then sat down on the lotus platform, which had belonged to Vishnu, much cleaner, free of blood and without the remains of the deceitful son.

His brain was too tired, it was the son of deceit who had instilled in him too many memories at the time of death, and he had to absorb them, to look at them.

His eyes blurred, and George insisted that he not fall asleep, but just watch in his head as if he were watching a movie.

His consciousness sank, sank, sank......

All the way down to the bottom, a realm of chaos.

And then......

Everything is lit up again.

……

Dreaming again?

No, it doesn't seem like a dream.

The pale, thin medical certificate was placed on the coffee table, and the spilled tea soaked the lower half of it, and many of the contents of the upper half were also wet and blurred by large drops of liquid, and only a few lines could be seen again.

"Small round cell malignancy of both lungs".

"Ho Gang".

The man lay next to a pecan tree with his eyes open, the early summer sun shining through the leaves.

He spread out the rolled tobacco leaves, put them back into the small, moldy wooden box, and rolled them up again after a while.

In fact, he had already sensed that something was wrong.

But he didn't dare to check.

He was afraid that if he really found out something, his life would be rotten.

Although the days are also terrible now.

The man began to smoke old cigarettes, and the strong smell got into his nose, into his throat, into his lungs.

Then, it was spit out again.

The smoke became smoke rings, one after the other.

When his wife was still alive, he often asked him not to smoke, but this world is difficult, and desperate men rely on a big cigarette to support themselves.

"Smoke, ......"

"Smoke is a good thing......"

Facing up, the hot ash of the cigarette fell down and fell on his dough, scalding small blisters.

He was bitter and tired, and he was tired, so he always felt that he would not have to give up the only consolation.

There are so many people with terminal illnesses, how can it be my turn......

How can bad luck always favor one person......

I still have a girl......

The man hummed the tune he liked when he was young, but his voice was so hoarse.

He still smiled stubbornly, like the boy who used to run in the fields, like the boy who once squatted at the head of the village and waited for the annual theater troupe.

Nan Nan is a man's daughter.

The old man said that the little girl has to be called Nannan, and the cheap name is always easier to feed.

So the daughter's name is He Nannan.

As soon as I think of her, the man's heart is twisted with pain.

He himself was already lonely, but fortunately he met a lover, which only had a half-fruit, but it was a creation to make people, and when his life began to improve, his beloved wife died.

Only the swaddling girl and the man are left to depend on each other.

Where do men take children?

Thanks to Aunt Wang, Aunt Li, and Aunt Xu who live nearby, a few chattering middle-aged women helped change diapers and buy milk powder together, so that the little girl was not raised as a wild boy.

The man took out a picture of the woman who had not yet yellowed from the pendant on his chest, and the woman in it was smiling and smiling, with a touch of baby fat, but it could be seen that she was an optimistic woman.

This man......

If it's dead, it's gone......

Sometimes He Gang also thinks that maybe it's good to go like this, he has already thought about his wife.

Together, they came out of the mountains in southern China to find a way to live.

That era......

It's so bitter.

They traveled together, and how many mountains and rivers they crossed, before they came to the big New York that was rumored to be full of gold on the other side of the ocean.

When I first arrived, I didn't understand the language and had no knowledge, so I could only go to my hometown's shop to help wash the dishes and chopsticks.

Those days were also satisfying.

But one day, everything was ruined......

Two monsters broke into their home, and they called the green one Hulk.

And then......

And then......

"And then ......"

He Gang grabbed the temples on both sides of him with both hands, he was less than thirty, but his temples were gray and overworked.

The tragic situation when his wife died is still vivid.

Finally, the man who had been tense for a long time couldn't hold back anymore and bit his lip and cried.

He finally began to cry loudly.

For their own tragic fate.

also for the life that the poor daughter will face after his death.

She's still so young......

She......

"Looks like you need my help?"

Another man's voice rang out in front of him.

He Gang wiped his tears in a panic, and he looked up.

That man......

"My name is Aldreich. Killian. ”

"Maybe I can cure your cancer."

He held out his hand.

There was a blazing light in the palm of the hand.

He Gang's eyes were badly blurred.

But at this moment, he only felt ......

As if there was light.