Chapter 226 Beheading

"I'm finally here?"

"This monster has been waiting for me in this abnormal forest?"

"But why does it always appear when I'm promoted to the moth phase? Why don't other secret phases have such vivid illusions?"

Watson had new questions in his heart. Although he was in the illusion of the moth phase promotion, his mind was very clear and active. Finally, he didn't have to wait passively for the story to progress like a dream - even if his body was still unable to move, at least his mind was clear.

However, lucidity is often more painful than ignorance. The more he knows, the more confused he feels. Questions emerge from his heart one after another, one after another, seemingly endless... But at least I am still sober this time. Perhaps I can analyze some answers by observing the behavior of this ancient monster.

And the ancient monster seemed to realize that the mortal in front of him was not yet able to directly receive his message, so he stretched out the deformed finger that was like a Swiss Army knife with all kinds of strange bone pieces.

First, it popped out a strange key-shaped bone piece to open the scar lock on the throat, and then used a scissor-like bone piece to trim the abnormal vocal cords, adjusting the frequency of pronunciation to a level that mortals could hear directly... It was probably just a little crazy after hearing it.

Then Watson heard that the ancient monster, whose vocal cords had been trimmed, actually spoke standard Mandarin!

"John Watson, you are too damn slow!"

The deformed monster walked over and stretched out its arm to hook the petrified mortal's shoulder, with an intimate look like a good friend who had known each other for many years.

The future is to ignore the damage of its intimate behavior to the petrified molting species - the arm covered with fine hardened scales just gently rested on the other's shoulder, and it had already scratched the fragile skin and left deep blood marks, deep to the bone.

"Hmm???"

I don't know if it was the influence of the strange dead forest or the strange monster... Watson only felt that his thoughts were becoming more and more erratic and chaotic, and strange ideas popped up in his mind from time to time.

Especially when he heard this familiar national quintessence, he felt that three question marks seemed to rise above his head like the characters in the cartoon.

"Why does this monster speak Mandarin so standardly, even more standard than the salty Mandarin I spoke before I entered the School of International Relations!"

"Wait! Whether this Mandarin is standard is not the point!"

"The point is-why does this monster want to communicate with me in Mandarin? They have really seen through my identity as a time traveler?!!!"

Watson's doubts became more and more solemn. If it weren't for the fact that the mimic muscles of the soul body seemed to have been independent and did not listen to the orders of the thinking center, his two eyebrows would have been deeply twisted.

And the ancient monster obviously didn't take his feelings to heart, and still chattered and threw nonsense.

"You are finally here, do you know how long I have been waiting in this gap?!"

"Three years later, three years later, three years later, do you know how many years I have been waiting for this?"

The monster, who was lost in thought, took out the seventh claw that was the thinnest, longest and sharpest as a needle, and pierced it deeply into his temple, and then rotated it counterclockwise for 780 degrees, drilling out a black hole leading to the deep skull.

Then he pulled out a spiral horn hidden in the back of his head, inserted it upside down into the newly dug temple hole, and twisted the horn clockwise for 780... Forget it, I'd better tighten it a little more, and twist it three times.

As the temple horn twisted, the different colors in the eyes of the three multi-faceted crystals flickered, which Watson saw like the fluctuations on the TV screen when he swung the receiving antenna when he was a child.

The monster's spiral horn was finally fixed, and it was able to connect with the time and space outside the gap and receive the message left by the boss.

"One, two, three... Only three months have passed since I woke up?"

"Has it only been this long since I split?"

"The boss must have been trying to trick me, and specially arranged a gap in the abnormal flow of time for me!"

Thinking so, the ancient monster looked at John Watson, who was wearing his old scales, using his old heart, and had one eye broken.

It gently touched every inch of flesh and blood in this familiar body, feeling the weak body under its palm that was vulnerable to a blow. It didn't even dare to use a little force, or it would crush this fragile body that looked like it was molting into powder.

"No way, why are you so weak? And you haven't manifested any extraordinary characteristics at all. You haven't even reached the third level, have you?!"

The ancient monster muttered while peeling off the skull of the petrified body and taking out the pale moth that was flapping its wings in the skull.

Then, in the other party's pitiful and pleading eyes, it put it into its mouth without thinking and chewed it in big mouthfuls.

A shattered wing fell from between its teeth, accompanied by splashes of gray juice.

Baji Baji—the ancient monster tasted the flesh and blood of the moth and nodded slowly:

"Hmmmm... Oh, Winfreys Morgan, the Crossroads Order, the Gorwell Hotel... That's right, that's all right. I still have some impression of this part. Next, it's Julian's turn to appear."

The ancient monster continued to chew on the memory of the Pale Moth, and its brows suddenly frowned. Although its face was covered with fine scales, Watson could still detect such a slight change in expression from that ugly and terrifying face.

"Wait a minute, that means you have just been promoted to the third level after so long?!"

"And you kid hasn't even stepped through the Bone Gate yet?!"

"Why is the progress so slow this time?!"

"You didn't even touch the butt of the Stag Gate?! And you didn't even notice a trace of the third mark?!!!"

"Too slow, too slow, too slow! Your efficiency is so low, what should we do?"

The ancient monster roared, and suddenly lowered its head in an extremely emotional manner, as if choking in sadness, as if it suddenly knew that it had not been taken seriously at all, as if it was dejected.

"It turns out that I am only responsible for the third-order part..."

The ancient monster continued to chew angrily and began to trace back memories from earlier times. The next second it suddenly raised its head again, and its three multi-faceted eyes also shone with a strange light.

"Oh haha ​​- there is a little surprise. I didn't expect that you have already seen the inferior replica of the Stag Gate, and even met that guy Greeby through the air!"

"This is good news that I didn't expect - since there is such an entangled relationship, the next thing will be easier to handle!"

The terrifying head of the ancient monster finally showed an expression that might be called joyful laughter, but the arc of the laughter was too exaggerated, almost extending to the back of the head.

"Hey, John H. Watson, just wait for me to trick you!"

After saying that, the ancient monster suddenly grabbed the petrified head of the body and wanted to lift the lucky boy directly... However, in its excitement and ecstasy, it accidentally forgot to control its own power.

With this sudden lift, seven barb-like claws dug straight into Watson's skull, lifting the entire head up.

The round head was separated from the stiff body, and the neck was broken like canine teeth.