And in the gazebo, behind the two women, the woman in red walked through the rain curtain.

She stepped forward, leaving shoe prints on her soaked heels, from deep to shallow, one step at a time.

When the footprints were gone, and the water stains on her shoes were dry, the rain on her body dried.

She was clinging to a red dress, and the brim of her huge knitted hat obscured half of her face, and in front of her face, nearly a quarter of her face was obscured by the large waves of hair.

She stopped moving, just stood there, she looked at the young man in front of her, and asked in an almost deep voice, in an inhumanly oppressive voice, "Am I beautiful?" ”

As she spoke, the hand pressed the brim of her hat on her head, and a gust of wind swept through her skirt, and she became a distorted, blurred figure.

She laughed, the muscles on her face trembling, the ends of her hair swaying slightly; The tips of Akira's hair lifted the curtain, revealing half of the face under the curtain, revealing the hideous, bright red, blood-stained face.

The face—from the corners of the mouth to the ears, the scars connected to the beautiful mouth, which I don't know if it was lip gloss or blood, and joined into a face that smiled to the base of the ear.

She smiled and grinned, and the muscles of her face cracked, muscles rubbed against muscles, mucous membranes tugged at mucous membranes, and the connective tissue that could not be connected to the wounds was torn open, revealing deeper wounds.

At first glance, those wounds looked like brains, white and wriggling, but Chen Qing knew in his heart that they would never be brains.

That should be the position of the human jawbone, and if the thin layer of muscle is broken, there should be nothing inside.

But now, it seems to be overgrown with maggots, and there are white flowers.

Chen Qing looked at the woman in front of him and suddenly smiled.

He closed his eyes, nodded, and then his mind went to the center of the eyebrows where the weird and transcendent gathered, but as soon as the thought came, the center of the eyebrows was a pan pain, and the pain was so bad that the back of the head was close to the center of the eyebrows, he opened his eyes, smiled bitterly in his heart for a while, and immediately straightened his mind.

He looked at the woman in red in front of him, his thoughts flashed through his brain, and after hesitating for a second or two, he smiled slightly after seeing that the woman had taken out a pair of scissors from her cuffs. "Beautiful, beautiful."

She listened to Chen Qing's words, the smile on her face was filled with more, she flipped in her sleeve, and the scissors kept getting bigger in her hand, flipped once or twice, and then changed from the size of a palm to the length of a small arm.

It became longer, and Chen Qing, who was standing in front, could see it carefully, and the scissors might not be called scissors, unless the person who forged it was an extreme conceptualist.

Half of it is in the style of a sickle, and half is made of blades, and the fulcrum of their connection can be described as extremely backward, almost to the end of the sickle, before connecting to the middle of the scalpel.

She took the knife and stepped forward: "Is it beautiful?" Do you think I'm beautiful now? ”

She ruffled the ends of her hair, revealing her entire face.

She asked again and again, and listened to Chen Qing's repeated approval: "It looks beautiful." ”

She laughed softly, and the sharp blade began to glow, and the faint black flame burned the blade blue, even if it was still more than a meter away, the blazing burning sensation had already made Chen Qing feel it.

He frowned slightly, as if he was a little displeased, he looked at the woman in red in front of him, and was about to say something, when he heard the other party speak first, and as soon as the words came out, his brows relaxed.

"Aren't you guilty? Aren't you guilty? She looked at Chen Qing, and the gentleness in her tone became a little ...... Twist.

It was a sick emotional embodiment, like resentment, and like digging out his heart and lungs to treat his lover.

He looked at the ripper girl and shook his head slightly: "Why should I feel guilty." ”

"Look at my face......" Her voice grew smaller and louder: "Look at my face!" ”

She roared, her eyes protruding a few points, followed by a moment of silence: "How can you lie to me...... Liars...... Swallow a thousand needles. ”

He looked at the ripper woman in front of him and kept silent.

"How are you worthy of us...... The kid ...... That kid died because of your lies. ”

She was crying on her face, and she didn't know what she was crying about, but it didn't matter, Chen Qing immediately knew it.

He watched the scissors pierce into the lower abdomen of the cracked woman, the scissors moved a little bit, the blade cut through the skin, twisted the fat layer, as if it couldn't be cut, she was ruthless, gritted her teeth, and even the smile on her face began to stiffen, but the face that was torn to her ear was still smiling, she looked at the young man in front of her, reached into the abdomen with her empty hand, groped for a moment, and pulled out a bloody sarcoma.

It only deserves to be called a sarcoma.

She looked at Chen Qing, and with an extremely affectionate gaze and an extremely attached tone, she slowly asked the young man, "Look at us...... Is it beautiful? ”

Not far away, in the rain curtain, Yu Weilian's body trembled like a sieve, she turned her head slightly, the curiosity in her heart made her can't stop looking at the pavilion, she wanted to see who was alive behind the rain curtain, she wanted to see what kind of devil was in He Xinyuan's mouth behind the rain curtain.

She's afraid, but fear, often makes people addicted.

She looked back, but she didn't know that He Xinyuan, who was in her arms, had a smile on the corner of her mouth.

He Xinyuan twitched, as if he already knew what was going to happen next.

She worked hard to bury her head further into Weilian's arms.

She already knew it, she felt it, she could know that Yu Weilian's footsteps were walking towards the pavilion.

And in the pavilion, Chen Qing looked at the rift girl in front of him, the smile on his face had not changed, he was still so plain, he looked at the woman in red in front of him, nodded and said, "It's beautiful." ”

She smiled happily, innocently like a child, and she flipped the blade in her hand, and the scissors fell gently on the ball, followed by a clicking, paper-cutting sound.

With a single sword, she cut the ball out of the flesh in the shape of a human.

There are heads, hands, and feet.

That's a person.

Chen Qing tilted his head and grinned: "It's not good enough." ”

But after he finished speaking, the child seemed to come to life, and suddenly broke free from the hand of the rift girl, it snatched the scissors from the hand of the rift girl, and the foot formed by the scarlet sarcoma fell to the ground, making a "snap" sound, and then slowly walked towards Chen Qing.

"I shouldn't be ......," the words came out of its mouth were staccato and the voice that came out of its mouth was unusually childish, "I shouldn't be like this. ”

It muttered, but Chen Qing could hear what was coming out of its mouth: "I should have been born in six months...... I should have fifty or sixty years of my life left. ”

It looked up, and a pair of pupils appeared on the face of the flesh membrane, and those eyes were disgusting as if they were another creature, the pair of cloudy, extremely diffused pupils in one eye, and the pure white eyeballs that disappeared like a needle in one eye, and then appeared, like a non-human creature, forcibly stuffed into the flesh membrane of this human form.

"It's all your fault...... It's all your fault! You killed me! Come and atone for your sins...... Atone, let me forgive you, let me spare you, let me stop hating you......

Good no good! ”

It walked in front of Chen Qing, and its sharp voice no longer looked like a human, but it was like that, that voice seemed to match its characteristics.

It shouldn't be personal.

Chen Qing looked at the sarcoma in front of him, and burst into laughter for no reason, he tilted his head, and a pair of scissors had already brushed his ear, but the moment he inserted it, he couldn't feel the slightest scar except for feeling a cool breeze in his ear.

"I'm your father?" He looked at the sarcoma in front of him and squatted down, it looked directly into the eyes of the young man, it looked at the pair of human pupils without a little pity, he was like looking at a simple object, stretched out his hand, the palm ignored the blood on the sarcoma, he stroked it gently, and the blood seeped out between his fingers began to increase more and more.

Then, he clenched the middle end of the sarcoma in his palm, and immediately after, a wail began to emerge from its mouth.

It held the scissors and stabbed them from top to bottom, its body began to take on the color of a human, and its limbs began to look like primates.

But he looked at this creature that was no different from a human child, and the corners of his mouth suddenly smiled: "Wouldn't it be better to grasp the neck like this?" ”

He pinched it gently, letting the blood spill down, and he left the stump, and the baby's body was only half a point old.

He looked at the woman in front of him, looked at the indifferent look on her face, and asked her, and the rift girl listened to Chen Qing's obviously sarcastic voice, and only then did she come back to her senses as if she had suddenly realized.

She looked at Chen Qing's face, the scissors in her hand were much smaller, she stepped forward step by step, the blood flowing on her body stained the ground red, every step she took, the ground in the pavilion was more like a lake for half a minute, she walked in front of Chen Qing, the face began to smile, and then, the upper part of her head, except for her jawbone, began to rise little by little, that head, that hideous and disgusting face was raised to one hundred and eighty degrees, in her mouth, there was still a smiling face on the place where it should have been the mouth, With her face painted with red lips and a bright purple blush, she looked at Chen Qing, her hands grasping his head with unmistakable precision.

"Me. Is it beautiful? ”

He cracked his mouth and smiled, and then the scissors sliced his cheek and lips.

The scissors stretched inward little by little, and the irresistible force reached the scissors into his mouth, and the sharp edge of the sharp blade pierced the mouth with pain, and the staggered parts of the blades pressed against the outermost corner of the mouth.

She looked at Chen Qing and asked again in a moving voice: "Am I beautiful?" ”

Before she could finish speaking, the scissors fell for half a point, and then a little blood oozed from the intersection of the scissors.

No. Perhaps it would be a mistake to describe it as oozing.

He felt the pain in his face, and the incessant, hundreds, thousands of stabs could never have been caused by scissors.

It was sandpaper, it was a grinding disc, it was the mud of flesh that flowed down from tens of millions of pains per second.

It wasn't blood at all, because it was mixed with flesh foam and couldn't be precipitated.

He looked at the rip girl in front of him, the corners of his mouth twitched and smiled, and he replied fiercely: "It's beautiful...... It's beautiful. ”

He whispered, and the woman's face was filled with a happier smile, and the scissors in her hand clicked, and she was halfway through the journey, she looked at the person in front of her, looked at him with loving eyes, and asked again, "Is it beautiful?" But if it's your future life, you have to maintain this appearance, are you willing? ”

He looked at the woman in front of him, and listened to her ask again, and listened to her repeat the words again, and the tone of the words became a little resentful.

He still didn't answer.

When the tip of the scissors was already against the roof of his jaw, he smiled and nodded, not caring about the blood that was pierced in the upper jaw, and let out a "hmm".

"It's beautiful."

"Then become what I am."

She chuckled softly, making the person in front of her laugh cheerfully.

Smile brightly.

The smile reached the back of the ear, and the smile was clearly visible in the depths of the mouth.

It was not just a beautiful smile with eight teeth, but in an instant, it became thirty-two.

She was slightly stunned, as if she didn't react to what was happening, she looked at the person in front of her, the bright red scissors were lying in his hand.

Immediately after, her hand around her head leaked, she seemed to be a little hesitant, a little hesitant, she was really entangled, because the remaining half of her face was finished, it was so beautiful.

She looked at Chen Qing, there was a little emotion in her voice, she took half a step back, and said softly: "How beautiful this is." ”

She whispered, but before she finished speaking, she saw Chen Qing grinning, and he looked at the woman in front of him, what a bright smile on that face.

Doesn't he hurt? He didn't seem to feel the pain anymore.

He looked at the rift girl, shook the scissors in his hand and walked forward: "Am I beautiful?" ”

She nodded, "It's beautiful." ”

He cut off half of his face, "Am I beautiful?" ”

She hesitated, her hands shaking unconsciously.

It's a kind of trembling that violates the norm, like lifting a millimeter countless times and then putting it down and staggering it countless times.

She looked at Chen Qing and said in a low voice.

"Beautiful. But, it's beautiful. ”

She looked at Chen Qing, and the face hidden in her mouth suddenly couldn't laugh.

She had changed, into a tightly knit circle of fangs with a cylindrical bud tongue hidden in that circle of teeth.

Shake, licking every tooth.

"Beautiful ......," she said, word by word, and the tongue stretched out, like a lover's hand, and with a hint of hesitation touched the horrible scar in front of her, touching the cracks in the wound, touching every fiber in the muscle.

She closed her eyes as if she had written down every picture, and when she remembered it, she began to write silently.

She lowered her head, and the mouthpart reached out to her face, and she trembled, and the tongue opened a small opening on her face little by little.

When the mouth is opened, the scissors can reach into it, and slowly push upward, but the blood does not ooze much.

In that, under the open epidermis, there is only a thin layer of milky white fat, not much, but it is definitely enough.

Enough to plug every wound that longed to bleed, and let the blade do its job.

She pushed up a little bit, and after pushing to the very end, she gritted her teeth, and the teeth under the crack seemed to tremble.

She staggered twice, the scissors in her hand cutting off half of her face.

But before she could catch her breath, she saw that in front of her, in the hand of the human boy, a crystal clear ball mixed with transparent liquid appeared.

She looked at the young man, at the blank look in his eyes, and couldn't help but stagger back.

In the midst of the rain, Yu Weilian's figure quickly returned to the outside of the pavilion.

She listened to the screaming sound coming from inside the gazebo, and her back couldn't stop sweating.

The voice was so immature, but it didn't sound like a human, it screamed and roared, but the voice slowly weakened.

It was still screaming, screaming so hard that at last she heard only the sound of a fall on the ground, and the childish sound was no more.

She raised her head slightly, her peeping eyes slowly moved up from under the platform of the gazebo, she only moved a little, a pinprick pain permeated all parts of her body, a instinct from more than 40 million years of human evolution, the instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm sounded madly, and that instinct frantically destroyed her every cognition and nerve; She watched as the lake-like blood covered the pavilion, the clotted blood clots being stepped on at will, and then adhered to other blood, forming thick blood clots.

The bright red to black blood painted the inside of the pillars layer after layer, and the howling torrential rain washed the outside of the pavilion over and over again, until the gap between red and black was very obvious, and the blood left behind by the torrential rain flowed backwards towards the pavilion headquarters.

But how is that possible?

Her face was pale, and the rain and blood flowed down the pillars under the pavilion, to the tail, and began to flow like a whirlpool towards the center.

She fixed her eyes on it, and how abominable that back was.

The life that violates the normalization of living things, the life that has no human form, it may not be able to describe life.

It is like an aggregate of cancer cells gathered under the disorder and expansion, like a strange life with four protruding flesh vines.

Those who deserve skin on their bodies...... As it should be.

It shouldn't be like this, the pull of every muscle fiber is clearly visible with his movements, and every time he shakes, several differentiated muscle fibers will grow on the body.

The muscle fibers were like antennae, curiously surveying the world around them.

It is like a species with a discordant will, and the muscle fibers that grow are tens of thousands of parasites, and this is the only possibility that makes them show such an incongruous effect.

She watched the tentacles reach out in front of her little by little, it seemed to probe the creature in front of her, and kept moving in this direction, she covered her mouth, the cry was already in her throat, she gritted her teeth, and couldn't stop counting why she wanted to return to this terrible place.

She looked up and saw that the figure of the Rip Girl was so petite and loving in front of the creature, she was so scarred that half of her face was gone.

She shouldn't be like this, she shouldn't be like this, like one day, the sky is under your feet, and the earth has become a dome of discord.

She didn't know how she came up with this thought, but Yu Weilian clearly knew that that woman, who was supposed to be a hunter, shouldn't be like this.

"It's all because of me...... It's all because we ......."

The silver teeth stumbled, and she spat out the words in her mouth weakly, unabashedly revealing her guilt.

The Rip Girl, that woman, she shouldn't have been like this, she shouldn't have stepped back in front of this horrible creature like an aberration product.

Her body shook, the two eye sockets on her face were empty, she stepped back step by step, her body hit the pavilion pillar, she could not retreat, her body burst out and trembled uncontrollably.

She trembled and raised her arm, Yu Weilian couldn't understand it, obviously all the resistance she made was useless, why did she still stop it.

Yu Weilian couldn't understand it, and she couldn't understand why the rift girl tore off half of the skin of her arm after she raised her arm.

She was trembling, she seemed to be crying, this inhuman creature that had caused pain to countless people had now become as shy as a white rabbit.

Yu Weilian watched the terrifying monster in front of her ooze tentacles little by little, those tentacles pressed against the ground, and the position where they landed was a little cleaner, and then pushed forward, pushing her body forward by two or three centimeters.

In this way, it is only a little more than a meter away, and it has walked for a long time.

Yu Weilian began to think, if so, if I rush up now and hold her, maybe we can all survive.

She gritted her teeth, but He Xinyuan in her arms seemed to see her intentions, she stretched out her hand and dragged Yu Weilian's cheek, she looked at the woman in front of her, and shook her head slightly with an ambiguous look.

"I can't survive."

She didn't understand, but soon she did.

She watched as the monstrous creature began to change, its body beginning to grow outward, its dense, tentacles-like tendrils coming together, and they grew into the shape of hands and feet.

Then, it grew a head, and on that head there was a vertical pupil, and that vertical pupil looked at the world, and its eyes were full of obvious curiosity.

It's curious, it's curious about this nascent world.

Yu Weilian didn't know why, she would feel that this creature was not just curious.

At that moment, the eyeballs rolled, and then the body that could only see muscle fibers and blood began to change.

At this moment, Yu Weilian knew why.

That's not curiosity, it's looking for a target for your next move.

She looked at the body, where eyes grew from the ends of every muscle, and vertical pupils grew at the junction of muscles, and those places that should have been tendons were occupied by eyes.

At first it was just a few, then dozens, and it grew from top to bottom, and when it grew to hundreds, it stopped.

The eyes of that body kept turning, and they searched for a long time, and then a bud began to grow from the center of the eye.

It's terrifying to watch, and the posture of those flesh buds growing out can be said to be painful to see, which is not what humans will look like at all.

The sprouts crawled all over the ground with blood and scraps, and then quietly rolled up, and those eyes smiled at them.

It walked forward, its pupils fixed on the humanoid creature in front of it.

It stretched out its hand, and the eyes on its arm shattered a few, and then, the scissors on the side swiped back and forth in its hand, and it was hard to believe that an arm could be cut into tens of thousands of pieces of flesh.

She staggered a step, and saw the monster in front of her the scissors, and plunged into her heart.

Just like he did before......

Just like he did before.

Yu Weilian looked at the monster that was beginning to have a little humanoid appearance and grabbed the hand of the rift girl, it lifted the other party little by little, but the prey in her hand seemed to have lost the courage to resist, she did not move.

She didn't move, and it was convenient for the hunter to get started.

She saw the monster in front of her open its mouth, and it was filled with tens of thousands of eyes looking at her.

Looking at her, a question came from the depths of his throat: "Look at me." Is it beautiful? ”