Chapter 2: The Withered Tree

The eyeballs that flashed green like ghost fire aimed at Gu Xiao's eyes.

But this image, which should have shocked him incomparably, could not stir up even the slightest splash in his heart at this time.

He just stared at the glowing green eyeball indifferently, gradually approaching his own eyes.

The green 'phosphorus fire' swept Gu Xiao's eyes.

When the green light swept over the left eye, the strange eyeball was agitated, as if it had found another inferior product, and the eyeball was almost about to explode into countless pieces of flesh and tear Gu Xiao's eyes apart and swallow them.

But when the green light swept over his right eye, the restlessness suddenly disappeared.

Even Gu Xiao seemed to see a faint awe in those strange eyes.

Awe of what?

Do you fear your right eye?

Gu Xiao hallucinated again, as if he had heard a voice that didn't exist.

'Highest authority, check successful'

'Welcome, Priest'

The strange eyeball retracted, shrunk into the tentacle, and closed completely.

Countless worms and millipedes rolled upside down around Gu Xiao's body and approached the yellow vesicle on the pedestal of flesh and blood.

Only when he got close to Gu Xiao could he see clearly.

The yellow vesicles flowed with cloudy yellow pus, like a disgusting fluid that could only be conceived from a corpse that had been decomposing for days.

Several white and tender worms rolled happily in the yellow pus, and from time to time they sucked a mouthful of pus into their abdomen.

The worms' stomachs were filled with pus, and their bellies were round and large with liquid, and their white bellies were stretched out transparently, through which you could see the disgusting pus contained inside.

Originally, seeing such a disgusting scene, Gu Xiao should have vomited and floated, and he would not stop vomiting everything he had eaten today.

But at this time, Gu Xiao, who was in the 'deep sea', just looked at it calmly, without any mood fluctuations, like a dead person.

Those worms rolled upside down against Gu Xiao and pressed Gu Xiao's head towards the vesicle.

An icy human palm stretched out from the flesh pedestal, pressing down on the back of Gu Xiao's neck and pressing his head into the vesicle.

Suddenly, with a strange smell, a liquid with a mixture of rotten and fishy smells poured into Gu Xiao's nasal cavity.

From all the holes in his face that connected to the outside world, from his nose, mouth, ears, and even eyes, countless disgusting yellow pus poured into his body.

But Gu Xiao didn't even blink his eyes, and he was even able to spare his energy to stare at a worm with a round belly, floating close to his face.

The worm hit Gu Xiao's teeth, and the excessive internal pressure and external impact caused the worm to explode immediately.

Countless liquids with a fishy and rotten smell exploded in Gu Xiao's mouth, like a smell bomb, eroding every one of his taste cells, like a virus that was constantly infected, transmitting the most disgusting taste experience to Gu Xiao's deeper nerve center.

His consciousness slowly became ethereal and trance-like in the yellow pus, and he seemed to see the existence of another space in the pus.

His consciousness rises, rises.

As if he had taken a sightseeing elevator to the top of the Oriental Pearl Tower, his consciousness soared to another plane.

He seemed to be in a certain chair.

His keen perception can even clearly distinguish every part of the seat.

The one on the right side of the waist is leaning on, and the one that is slippery and greasy and constantly beating is the heart.

The one on which the back bone rests, with a cold scaly texture, and a long strip that keeps wriggling as if there are no bones, should be a snake.

The one on his left shoulder, clinging to his flesh like an iron hook, was probably the claw of some kind of fowl.

Sitting on this 'hodgepodge' seat, Gu Xiao only felt extremely novel and interesting.

He looked in front of him, and there was a huge dining table.

Twelve chairs are arranged on either side of the table, with the tallest chair standing at the end of the table.

His seat is the last seat at the right hand of the dining table, and if I guess correctly, I should be the one with the lowest status at this banquet.

Or is it that he is not a guest at all, but an ingredient?

The guest seated in the third table on the left-hand side suddenly spoke.

"Look, guys, see what we're coming?"

"A diner's right eye, planted on top of a pile of ingredients, is a perfect masterpiece! It's like stuffing a rose into a pile of! ”

"Guys, how about we put him on the table and share it? Although it is only the most inferior ingredient, that eyeball is a rare delicacy. ”

Gu Xiao's gaze was attracted by his voice, and he cast his head towards the third seat on the left.

How would you describe what he saw?

In a cloak, the head of an octopus grows on a person's shoulder.

And in the octopus's left eye, countless flowers, green leaves, and rhizomes have grown, covering the left half of the octopus's head's cheek.

The flowers are red and delicate, with green leaves, like the vitality of early spring.

But in the octopus's right eye, rotting pus flowed down, and maggots crawled in and out of the empty eye hole.

The right half of the face was like a disgusting corpse that had been rotting for a long time. It's nothing but the carcass of an octopus.

In this way, life and death, existence and nothingness, are perfectly combined on His face, and He is like a withered tree flourishing on the left and a dead tree on the right, and just sitting there is the most perfect interpretation of the rules of life and death.

The first time he saw him, Gu Xiao's reason quickly evaporated, and his whole mind was attracted to him.

The lines of roses on his face, the laws of green leaf growth, and the mysterious patterns on maggots are all full of the rules of life and death in the world.

And in the midst of endless knowledge, Gu Xiao unexpectedly lost himself.

The memory of a small part of his life was as great as the gap between a molecule of water and a planet made entirely of water compared to His endless messages.

His attempt to comprehend God's wisdom in a mortal body is as ridiculous as trying to contain the solar system in a small wooden barrel.

The only result of this behavior is that the little barrel is bursting by hundreds of billions of dollars in the solar system.

His intellect, his thoughts, his everything, his being, were reduced to nothingness in the vast sea of information.

Wherever it was born, it was destroyed, and Gu Xiao was about to disappear into the rules that made him born.

Suddenly, Gu Xiao's right eye throbbed, and a cold wave spread out from his right eye, extending to Gu Xiao's whole body.

And this time, Gu Xiao's feeling was no longer that he was soaked in cold water, but a cold film that separated the infinite immensity of the world from himself.

With the protection of this membrane, Gu Xiao was able to preserve his infinitesimal life in front of his infinite information.

He wanted to gasp wildly, he wanted to curse loudly to celebrate his survival.

But he couldn't do it.

Caught in the 'deep sea', all emotions must yield to reason.

And now, reason tells him that you'd better sit there obediently, without saying a word, and see what the other big guys think about it.