Six Hundred and Seventy-Eight. We Are a Group, There Is No Distinction Between You and Me, and There Is No Individual.

"So……"

"Let's taste the souls of some of our guests." The doctor showed a row of pale teeth, making his appearance even more pervasive.

With a wave of his hand, he asked his subordinates to open several other cages, dragged many godless humans, and pulled them to the center of the underground dark ritual, where this huge magic circle-like thing was engraved.

what is that?

In a nearly blood-colored perfect circle, complex patterns and textures form an evil magic circle.

The main part of the figure is composed of a huge five-pointed star. Those men dragged five of them to various parts of the five-pointed star, took out a boning knife in their hands and slashed at the neck, blood splattered immediately.

Every part of the pentagram was sprinkled with blood, and the five horns corresponded to five human heads. After a series of fierce resistance, human beings finally lost their lives, but the blood in their necks seemed to have passed through some kind of magical power. It was attracted little by little, and slowly merged into the complex pictures and texts in the five-pointed star.

Blood is irrigated.

The scorching hot blood flows in the five-pointed star, completely dyeing the whole pattern into bright red, and a wave of evil and strange power seeps out from the five-pointed star, there are faint wailing of innocent souls and whispers of evil spirits...

The blood finally completely covered up the huge figure.

An astonishing thing happened, the five dead people stood up slowly, their dull eyes gradually eroded by darkness.

The original pupils of human beings have disappeared, and at this moment, both the whites of the eyes and the pupils have turned into pure darkness, and evil breaths are leaking out one after another.

Not human!

They are no longer human.

Humans absolutely do not have such a dark and evil atmosphere, they seem to be old books in the darkest sewer in the world, dirty, filthy, weird and cunning, and this is just the beginning.

The blood is running backwards.

The spilled human blood, like the ebbing tide, began to flow back into the slashed necks of these humans at this time, but the blood that was originally hot and scalding became cold, and the bright red liquid that was originally bright red was now gone. Turned into a dirty black slime.

"We are a group."

"We are demons that cannot be destroyed."

"We are such souls in the dark."

"We are the plague, we are darkness, we are germs, we are jealousy, we are arrogance, we are the original sin in the hearts of mankind..."

Those five people who had been killed were actually uttering non-human language from their mouths.

Everyone's voice seemed to be that of a baby, or that of an old woman over half a century old, or that of a cute and pure little girl, or that of a gloomy and exhausted old man.

Not only that, they seem to have become masters of language at this time. The last sentence was still speaking with a London accent, and the next sentence began to speak ancient Greek, which few people understand, while saying the most difficult thing in the world. On the other hand, he learned the Chinese language, and on the other hand, he spoke the incomprehensible words in the ancient tribe.

demon!

Legend has it that demons can corrupt human bodies and souls.

They occupy the human soul, devour and invade gradually, and completely transform this person in every aspect, not only keeping all the memories of his life hidden, but also completely turning him into a demon.

The devil is cunning and insidious, and the words in his mouth are sometimes true, but the truth reveals endless lies.

They can use all languages ​​in the world, even those that have died out in the world, they can use them fluently.

At this time, every word seems to be the soul that these demons have corroded. Every demon has devoured countless human lives. It is man who gives his soul.

The sound is getting louder.

The voices of the five people seemed to be synthesized, until the last person uttered dozens of languages ​​at the same time, and the accents were different. It sounded like a computer kneading dozens of voices together.

It sounded extremely harsh.

Soon, the spilled blood returned to their bodies.

The long wound that was cut open on the neck also returned to its original appearance, and the pure black color in the eyes of several people also quickly faded, turning back to its original color.

There was a smile on their lips, a warm and welcoming smile.

"Welcome back, my fellow citizens."

The doctor smiled. He stepped forward and hugged the five slaughtered humans affectionately, as if they were his own compatriots.

Those five people were also very enthusiastic.

They no longer had the original panic in their eyes. They were like the "simple" villagers around the doctor, with deceiving smiles on their faces. Several people surrounded each other and greeted each other warmly.

"It feels so good to be born again."

"We don't know how many years we haven't set foot on this land."

"We are not individuals, not one person, we are a group, an indestructible group..."

The five people were talking, and the countless emphasis mixed in the voice still did not change, as if they were not used to their new bodies yet.

The little girl Yisu came out with a smile.

She held several people with her soft little hand, and many villagers joined hands to form a circle, and everyone, regardless of their status, became a part of this circle at this time.

"We are a group."

"We don't distinguish between you and me, there is no individual."

"We are a group, we are an indestructible evil, we are a disease, we are a plague, we are a calamity, we are..." The eyes of the people in a circle turned into pure black at the same time, they seemed to be in a common Share memories with each other.

At this moment, all the evil souls are regardless of each other, and all the memories and knowledge are shared, making the knowledge and ability possessed by this huge "collection" of evil souls more abundant.

group.

Sure enough, it is the most difficult existence in that myth—the group! !

They are ubiquitous, they are hidden in our lives, hidden in the dark place of everyone's heart, we don't know when they will erupt, and we don't know who they are attached to.

The consciousness of evil is to thoroughly stimulate this darkness, and everything from blood to soul becomes a real "group."

With this weird picture, the Black Widow only felt a chill down her spine.

This is too scary. They have been completely transformed in this way. Although they retain the memories in their original brains, their souls have already decayed and devoured. So is "you" still the original "you"?

"alright!"

"Friends from China who came from afar."

"Now it's your turn, almost time to become one of us."

"Come on, come on, come on!"

"Share all wisdom and strength!"

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