Hurry up and eat the next meal.

Bai Su said it with sincerity.

He really wanted to get on the scene.

Although most of the attention is on the ontological side, there is still such a small strand, a small fragment placed on the other side.

"So—if it's okay, I'll close the door."

The black-haired young man clapped his hands together, and then grabbed the old woman's shoulders and pushed her outward, with a force that could not be refused.

The old woman didn't react and didn't have the strength to resist, so she pushed out with the other two fish heads, and then the door closed.

With a bang, the late-night disturber was shut out.

After that, Bai Su didn't care about the other fish heads that were still lying on the wall in a daze, and went back to the room to sit down on his own.

Qi Zhuyue still didn't wake up.

Bai Su didn't hold the book this time, but his eyes were closed, and when he opened his eyes again, he was facing the big face of a human youth at close range.

The single eyeball is born in layers of softness, and the droplet-shaped flocculent that falls downwards like flower petals wraps around the eyeball.

No matter how you look at it, there shouldn't be a single eyeball growing on the beams of the ancestral hall.

And...... What is this?

The young man who was clinging to the high place with the help of external forces felt dizzy, and he saw eyeballs in his eyes, but not only eyeballs.

The beams were actually very dark, and the young man didn't bring any lighting equipment, and his senses were strengthened after a slight change in himself.

So, he thought he could see what was on the eaves of the house.

He did see clearly now, and he saw a lot of things that didn't exist.

Just as he looked in the mirror every day, the perpetual black shadows on his face, the eyeballs grew there, and the lower half was hidden in the beam, and it was also hidden in the darkness.

Nausea, dizziness, retching, the real physical reaction made his hand holding the ladder loose, but fortunately the young man had black mud behind him, and the puddle of slime ran forward along his open five fingers, and instead of the young man himself, he hung it on the support.

Baisu ...... Bai Su didn't expect it either.

On the other side, when he was dealing with the old woman who suddenly came to the door and the servant of the fish-headed, he paid a little attention to this eyeball.

From time to time, he would glance at this to see how far Wen Rongxuan had fought against the fisheye villagers in the ancestral hall.

The last time Bai Su glanced here, Wen Rongxuan below was manipulating the black silt to pick up the fisheye villagers and knock them out of the ancestral hall.

At that meeting, Bai Su sighed that human beings are quite gentle, and he didn't kill him, and then withdrew his gaze.

When I look at it again, it looks like the progress has pressed the accelerator button.

After the young man had lost his people and searched the ground, the things in the ancestral hall were in a mess again, and he brought a long ladder from nowhere, and climbed up on the beams.

After a few crawls, he collided with his eyeballs.

It's a bit of a coincidence, it can only be said that Wen Rongxuan's luck is too bad.

His eyes glanced at the young man who had not yet regained consciousness, he was a little greedy for the black mud attached to the other party's body, and felt that he should take the small box on the right first.

Or...... Take a bite first?

Eating and doing at the same time, multi-line operation in the same space is not difficult for monsters.

The eyeballs quickly branched out into two long white branches, one reaching out to the small box to roll it up and wrap it, and the other reaching out to the black mud wrapped around Wen Rongxuan's shoulders and neck.

After taking several bites, he vaguely felt that the young man was about to wake up, and his eyes jumped down with the box.

The white hand that implicated Wen Rongxuan swept over the person, licking the black mud left on the person's body cleanly.

It's clean, and even the bit between your fingers has been swallowed.

If Wen Rongxuan hadn't woken up in time and grabbed his hand hard when the sense of suspension hit, what was waiting for him now would be a heavy fall.

Maybe there's a biting pain.

After all, no matter how strange Wen Rongxuan is, he is still a person, not one of those inhuman people who can be reconstituted infinitely with that puddle of mucus when he dies.

When his sanity returned, the young man clutched his head impatiently, and when he opened his eyes, he found that there was nothing in front of him.

There are no so-called eyeballs, and there are no boxy boxes stored in the corners.

It was as if it was just his delusion, but the young man knew it wasn't.

The eyeballs were there, the boxes were there, and he could even be sure that the little boxes were what he was looking for.

Wen Rongxuan lowered his head and looked at his hand that was still smooth and still had a strange touch, and the pure white phantom fragments he had seen before flashed in his mind.

Following his subconscious, the young man turned his head.

In the mess of offering tables, tablet tables, and scattered miscellaneous rooms, Wen Rongxuan was very accurate to meet the white mass between the chaos.

Let's just look at it, it should be a variant of the eyeballs, which is now crumpled in a white ball.

The white mass seemed to notice the youth, and a line was raised on both sides, one left and one right, as if he was laughing.

Box...... was taken away.

Even if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, the young man was still so sure.

……

How to take this small box away and get rid of the human beings behind him is the issue that Bai Su is facing now.

Or...... He just ate the box simply and rudely?

However, there was still a little curiosity about the contents of the box.

The small mass of white floc pondered, and in the process of rushing out of the ancestral hall, it suddenly stretched and expanded, changing into a withered strip like a slender ghost.

But in this case, the small heart-shaped box wrapped in the center is very eye-catching.

In the end, the white floc ball bar, let itself multiply, and after the volume reached the level of constructing a human child of six or seven years old, the white floc wrapped the box layer by layer and stored it in the body.

After running a short distance, the white shadow of the child's height without a face turned around, and he looked at the young man who had caught up with him.

Wen Rongxuan was dirty, the rain washed on his body and left obvious marks, and his trousers were stained with blood, it looked like he had touched somewhere after jumping from a height, and his skin was broken.

Fresh black mud surged at his feet, and looking at the resummoning of him, Bai Su could feel the delicious aura around him gather.

"Hand it over." Wen Rongxuan said, "Hand over that box!" ”

It is not known what kind of existence the white floc is, and the left and right are not people.

Only the existence of non-human beings would make Wen Rongxuan fall into a long-term panic, just like the first time he flipped through the book, the book that was given away by outsiders.

For Wen Rongxuan, who has not yet left the human realm, his fear still exists, but his long-standing obsession is now overshadowed and allows him to take a step.

The box is what young people seek.

The white shadow of the faceless child twitched twice, and the honeycomb-like soft and sunken surface barely gave birth to an eyeball, which grew impartially in the center of the face.

The eyeballs looked at the young man, as if to ask why.

"You...... You are an outsider. Wen Rongxuan said this, his face full of vigilance.

When the word outsider was spoken, several faces that the young man had only seen in the morning flashed in his mind, especially the smiling appearance of one of the young men with white skin and black hair and black eyes occupied the main picture.

Soon, this idea was thrown out of Wen Rongxuan's mind.

Should...... Not really, right?

The gap between people and non-people is still quite large, and although the black-haired young man he saw in the morning made him a little stunned, he still gave people the sense of a human being.

Thoughts pull back to the present.

What did the outsiders who obviously didn't belong to the village want that box for?

More than ten years...... For more than 20 years, Wenjia Village has always been a system of its own, and although there are occasional foreign tourists, most of them have left.

A small number of people who can't leave and are forced to stay, whether they combine with the villagers or disappear forever in the mountains and forests, are all ordinary people.

So, what is the human form made of the white floc in front of you?

His thoughts were as chaotic as balls of yarn that had been drawn by a cat's paws, and he couldn't figure it out, and all the young man could do was open and close his mouth, likened to gestures, and black mud rose up at his feet.

A long time ago, human beings have lamented that there are not many traces of animals on the mountain where Wenjia Village is located.

The periphery of the woods is fine, and if you go deep into the woods, you will inevitably encounter a large amount of black silt.

The people in the special department don't know, but Bai Su knows.

Now the black mud has coalesced into pheasants, rabbits, snakes...... There are also several cattle and sheep, depending on the type of domestic, which may have been lost in the mountains and forests.

All kinds of animals were densely distributed there, and the black silt had a tendency to extend further, and as soon as it rose to the height of one person, Wen Rongxuan's complexion changed.

As soon as the words in his mouth stopped, even the gestures with his hands stopped.

His movements were interrupted, and the black mud, which had not yet condensed into a concrete image, crumbled in unison and fell to the ground like black water in the rain.

Oh?

Bai Su blinked his single eyeball.

He seemed to know what was forbidden to appear.

Contacting Wen Rongxuan's story will make the young man's face change greatly, and there is only one possibility.

In the face of so many xenomorph animals, Bai Su was not in a hurry or annoyed, and he also had the leisure to manipulate the human figure composed of white wool with a part similar to a hand - in fact, there were only two fingers, and the hand was reaching into the body.

The small box, which was linked by countless white threads, was pulled out, and as the threads thinned and lengthened, the seals attached to it could be seen.

Bai Su only gave people a look and then stuffed it back again, and the child's white shadow's chest became flat again, and it was impossible to see what was hidden inside from the outside world.

At the end, Bai Ying spread his hands, as if he was helpless, but more like he was expressing a provocation.

Probably...... Expressed one, that is, not to give you an attitude.

As a result, Wen Rongxuan, who received the "provocation", finally broke a string in his head.

He chanted something aloud, then pointed his hand forward.

The animals that were crawling at the young man's feet were about to move, and after a certain syllable, they rushed out in unison.

Theoretically, in the face of such an army of animals, even if there were no beasts and the like, the white figure standing there in the form of a child would be overwhelmed in momentum.

However, this is not the case at all.

At first, the white figure was quickly suppressed by the rushing animals, and the black pressed animals were squeezed into a small mountain.

Because they are not living creatures, they do not feel pain, and when their legs are broken, they are pressed down, and when their necks are broken, they are bent.

The mountain of animals formed by this accumulation is full of twisted feelings, and at first glance it is full of severed animal limbs.

Moreover, the volume of the "mountain" is decreasing sharply.

The imaginary picture of the animal biting the white shadow and hiding the box did not happen at all, and even because it was covered, the young man could not see what was happening inside.

For Wen Rongxuan, all he could feel was the constant loss of control...... Gone, all gone.

The size of the animal hill was reduced to the end, and finally the inside was revealed.

The white child figure held out his hand, and the animal he grabbed let out a short shrill howl as if it were glued, and then was grabbed and shoved into the white shadow's body.

No matter how big or small, that slender hand is handled like this.

Goo, goo.

The honeycomb-like white shadow body tore open a slit, like an open mouth swallowing an animal, and repeated several times if the swallow was unsuccessful.

He...... Eating.

The human brain understands this.

The cooing sound still echoes in my ears, what kind of creature makes such a sound?

I don't know...... There doesn't seem to be such a thing of eating.

The sound of eating was like a magic sound, Wen Rongxuan was distracted, and when the cold rain slapped on his face and woke him up, there were no animals left in the mountains and forests made of black silt that the young man had gathered.

The white figure in the shape of a child had its abdomen wide open, and a large slit had been cracked up and down, and the box that the human wanted could be seen through the gap above.

As if hiccuping, the white shadow trembled for a moment and closed its "mouth".

The white eyeballs also looked at Wen Rongxuan again.

Perhaps because of eating a lot of black mud, the human form has swelled a lot, from a child of six or seven years old to a boy of twelve or thirteen years old.

…… Can't grab it.

After the rain hit Wen Rongxuan's eyelids and washed him awake, he realized this.

…… Why?

And with that, cranky thinking.

Why is there such a presence in the village?

Why did such an existence appear at this point in time, at the juncture when the sacrifice was about to be held?

Was it recruited by the village chief? For what? Is it to go a step further and ensure that the sacrifice can take place?

The village chief already knew that I would attack the ancestral hall? Damn it...... This is the only location he has confirmed, other places...... Elsewhere he's going to—

"Elsewhere, what do you want?"

There was no exhalation, but the voice was close to the ear.

Let's take a closer look...... Sentences that don't look like human words are directly transmitted from the pinna to the mind.

Wen Rongxuan rolled his eyes with difficulty.

A single eyeball was close at hand, and at some point, a juvenile white shadow stood in front of him, and he forced the young man who was much taller to bend down in order to achieve the purpose of looking at each other closely.

The eyelids were propped up by an external force, and the young man felt it several beats slower, and he was forced to change his movements, and he was unable to move.

The shoulders are pressed, the head is held by a pair of white "hands", and in front of the eyeballs, a thin white needle is suspended, as if if if something is wrong, the long needle will poke down.

"So, where is the rest of the place?"

The whisper came into his mind, and the young man unconsciously opened his mouth.

"In ...... In the village...... At the lake - only the village chief knows the exact location. ”

"Next question, what's in the box?"

“…… It's bones. Wen Rongxuan said, "It's the bones of 'Wen Tao'." ”

(End of chapter)