Tick-tock, raindrops fall to the ground, and the night is misty.

Kyungwon shook off the rain from his body, leaned over to pick up his broken right arm, and sat on the dirty ground against the bucket on the rooftop.

Bacteria gushed out from the mouth of the broken arm, and he inserted it back like a building block, and the bacteria connected the arm to the body, and after a few minutes, he clenched his right fist and regained control of his right arm.

It's a convenient body.,Even if the limbs are broken.,You can get it back again.,If you evolve to a certain extent.,The head won't die if it falls off.,Hold your head like the King of Tota.,You can also COS a headless horseman.。

I remember that the zombie cat was like this, its head was obviously torn off, but it was still resurrected with a flora.

He looked around, there were monster corpses everywhere, deformed monsters, he picked up a thigh connected to the flesh and bones, and tore it without treatment, very "juicy", the only drawback was that it did not have the burnt brown that Michelin chefs love.

He felt that he was getting more and more comfortable with this way of eating, but after trying it, he didn't feel so disgusting, and it was good to pass this psychological level.

Just like Chinese people like to eat chicken feet with soaked feet, Westerners think that chicken feet are as terrible as witches' fingers, and some people even see "pickled pepper and phoenix feet" in the drawers of Chinese students, and secretly call the police, thinking that they are dead people's fingers.

After all, it's just a cognitive gap.

Isn't there a similar situation in China?

Inside the hairy eggs and live beads are unformed chicks, mixed with the bones, feathers and muscles of chicks, Kyungwon used to think that this kind of food is very scary, and he will definitely not be able to eat it if he is allowed to eat it, but now he feels that if he has the opportunity, he must try it.

He looked up and saw that the night had already covered the land as far as the eye could see.

The rain hit his scarred body, and the drainage pipes on the roof were flowing with rotten black blood, and the ground was dyed red, red and black, and even if the heavy rain washed down, there was no way to wash away the blood on the ground.

Kyungwon was surrounded by the corpses of three mutants, stumps and severed arms surrounding him, the one with four eyes, a severed head like a spider's mouthpiece, and eyes still open, like a demon who could not be seen.

The head is the most essential part because it is usually where colonies are concentrated.

By absorbing these colonies, he was able to recover from his injuries and increase his strength.

But it took a lot of time, the first time he absorbed the "snake gall" and was unconscious for several hours, the second time he absorbed the "small colony" found in the weaving nest, he also fell asleep, and after sleeping for a while, it took more than an hour for the flora of the mutated cow to assimilate into the body.

The efficiency of assimilation of the flora is determined by the number of colonies in his body, and the more the number, the faster the assimilation.

This process is like dyeing, if you want to absorb the colony of a mutant, you have to dye that part into your own color, if the concentration is very light, you naturally need to dye for a long time, but if it is a large dye vat filled with pigment, throw the cloth down and then fish it to complete the dyeing work.

The number of bacteria in his body has not yet reached the level of a large dye vat, so once he starts to absorb the external flora, even the controllable number of colonies in his body will be disturbed, causing him to lose a large part of his combat effectiveness.

Will there be monsters coming from the darkness?

He hooked the head on the ground with his foot, closed his eyes, and felt the movement nearby.

He was now on the top of the 12th floor of a building, and even he didn't know where he was.

After nightfall, it always becomes a little calmer, perhaps because of the cooling, the night is very cold, and the rain must be cold, because Kyungwon will have a tired feeling of wanting to sleep when he is drenched in water.

He sat for a while, then stood up with his head in his arms, and went to the corner of the entrance to the roof, where there was an eaves to shelter from the rain.

After waiting for a while, feeling the movement outside, there was nothing but the sound of rain, and he turned the head upside down, as if he was digging a watermelon, and dug it with his hands.

While eating, absorb the flora.

Little by little, he could feel that the injury was recovering, his strength was increasing, and as time passed, he enjoyed the feast, and the colonies were released, which could already cover the waist of his upper body, and the number almost doubled.

1,2,3 He folded his hands and counted the number of times the sun set, thinking to himself that it had only been three days since this life. Why do you think it's a lot longer than three days?

The clothes were dirty, tattered and tattered, and the smell was terrible.

Do you want to find new clothes? It doesn't seem to be necessary, it's too troublesome, and even if you put on new clothes, you will soon get dirty and torn again.

Find a room, find a bed to lie down for a while?

Forget it, it's almost the same to lie down on the rooftop, when you run, it's more convenient, you can just climb the surface of the wall and leave, no need to look for windows and doors.

When it rains, humans need to live in a warm room, wrap themselves tightly in a quilt, and huddle up on a soft bed.

He can sleep anywhere and doesn't feel any discomfort.

Moss-grown, damp, hard, icy concrete floors, and soft and clean beds covered with cotton wool, in fact, don't make much difference between sleeping.

Got up, picked up an ugly head from the ground, and thought it was a bowl of strawberry sundae, he searched for the taste of strawberry sundae in his memory, and was suddenly stunned for a moment, remembering that he had never eaten that kind of thing, at most it was a cute multi-cone for a few dollars.

He should have spent all his money and died, it must have been delicious, strawberry sundaes, and those expensive restaurants, he hadn't tried them once.

But I don't seem to want to eat it that much

I always feel. He didn't seem to be interested in those things anymore, and the things that should be interesting to humans gradually became less and less interested.

Did it just start in the past few days?

It doesn't seem to be, earlier, to be precise, on that snowy night, after devouring several colonies one after another, and washing Tang Xue's blood, this phenomenon appeared.

He slowly lost interest in the big clean house, in the bright lights, in everything he was supposed to like.

He didn't like it, just, remember he liked it.

Something came again, he threw away his half-eaten head and looked at the deep, dark staircase.

The cold blood seemed to be hot again, and his eyes flashed with excitement.

There was no fear at all, and no fear was born.

He waved his arms, the mushroom swriggling, forming two sharp blades on his muscular arms, and the rain slid down the smooth surface.

He pounced, and in a few moments he had already clashed several times, he bit the monster's flesh and bones, tore and roared, and suddenly for a moment he felt very sad.

But it was only for a moment, and in that second, he thought, how could he have lost the original him?

(End of chapter)