Chapter 227 Stag Gate

Crack, it was the crisp sound of the stiff neck bone breaking.

Watson seemed to feel his body again, but the soul-body mimic nerve seemed to have only cleared a one-way channel - he could only feel the fatal tearing pain of the broken neck, and still could not control his head freely.

But the control of his only remaining right eye, under the stimulation of this severe pain, wailed and returned to the embrace of thinking - he could now freely control the contraction and movement of the pupil.

Under the severe tearing pain of the broken neck surface, even Watson, who always kept his emotions, could not control his pupils to dilate as if filling his eyes.

The ancient monster felt the crisp bone breaking sound transmitted back from his palm, and then he found that something seemed wrong.

It looked down and saw that the familiar eyes were filled with astonishment and doubt, and countless doubtful question marks seemed to emerge from the depths of the dark pupils.

It looked down again, and then it realized that it had used too much force in its excitement, and directly lifted the opponent's head and separated it from the neck. The coagulated petrified blood fell like mud, and the bare white neck bones swayed like a dead white snake.

"Hahaha, did I use too much force?"

The ancient monster raised John Watson's head to a position parallel to its own head. When the five eyes met, it could clearly see its own wanton laughter reflected in its dark mirror-like eyes, which were mixed with shock and pain.

"Don't worry, it's just a small matter of losing your head, it's okay."

"Just let me teach you how to use the moth's abandonment power!"

"Hold your breath and concentrate first--"

The ancient monster said, looking back at the headless body thrown in the gap between the forest-it seemed that John Watson's lungs were still there, and it was impossible to complete the operation of holding your breath and concentrating.

It could only shake its head helplessly, "Forget it, just pretend I didn't say anything."

"Just watch my performance quietly!"

The ancient monster temporarily stopped the vibration of its scaly wings, and its rapid flight also slowed down temporarily.

It used the first free left arm to tear off a piece of its scalp.

Then the two left palms closed the scalp in the palm, and vigorously rubbed the tough and dense scales on the skin surface that were enough to resist violent arrogance, steaming heat, furious sharpness, severe cold frost, drum vibration, unbearable intoxication, and tearing gaps.

Just because this layer of scales is extremely tough, it can directly ignore the temptation and thirst of other rules.

But the source of this strong resistance is because the scales contain the power of the old days-this power was personally promised by the moth boss. The madness and desire mixed in it are endless horrors that the fragile mind of the weak head in the hand cannot bear.

The ancient monster held the fine scales peeled off from the scalp in his hand, tilted his neck and swallowed them in big mouthfuls, and the crisp texture echoed with a crunching sound in his mouth.

It reminded him of a snack in a certain history... It seemed to be called Bicoke potato chips, right? Or something delicious?

Since swallowing the pale fat moth that he had not seen for a long time, the ancient monster seemed to have become sentimental as rarely seen before, and the boredom that should have been abandoned long ago once again surged into his heart.

It suddenly began to miss the past when it had not yet completely transformed and awakened.

At that time, it was still young and naive, and had not seen the deep horror hidden under the skin of the world.

It was still addicted to the game of fighting wits and courage with mortals and never tired of it... There was even a time when it was addicted to the forbidden love flower that grew from the soil of fraud.

"Thinking about it this way, you are really lucky..."

The ancient monster said with an envious and jealous tone, and did not relax the action at hand.

It rubbed off the scales and shaved off the wrinkled dark scalp that it had madly abandoned and longed for, and wiped it directly towards the broken neck of the head in its hand.

Before the remaining flesh and blood on the inside of the scalp was completely close to the broken surface of the neck, it had already actively extended soft tentacles, and the tops of the tentacles split into even finer tentacles.

Because of the low-altitude dive of the ancient monster, these tiny tentacles seemed to be dancing in joy, just like a young child stretching out a chubby little hand to a kindergarten friend who had not seen it for many days. The palm of this cute little hand even cracked a thin little mouth, revealing a happy smile.

With a mouthful of kisses, the little mouth in the palm kissed the torn flesh and blood, and immediately sucked it hard, just like a newborn baby holding a pacifier and not wanting to let go, firmly adsorbing it, so that this layer of bald thick scalp can be tightly and seamlessly attached to the broken neck flesh and blood, tightly and seamlessly, as if it were natural.

Watson even felt a warm feeling coming from under his neck, and his mind, which was originally just a little dazed, suddenly extended a kind of illusion - a strong sense of phantom limbs, or more specifically, a sense of phantom body.

He seemed to be able to sense his body abandoned in the depths of the forest, the repeated warm and cold feelings of being hot and cold, the strange itching feeling like thousands of ants crawling, and the corrosive stinging feeling of sharp needles, sharp scissors and blunt pliers grinding away flesh and blood... It was as if his body had been submerged in a sea of ​​alien insects and was about to be eaten up.

However... I am not dead even though my head is separated from my body, and there is even a deep crack on my skull that has not closed... I am not dead even with such a serious injury! My mind is particularly clear, and my thoughts are divergent as if they are unrestrained.

In comparison, the body being eaten clean... seems to be just an insignificant little thing... right?

Watson looked at the ancient trees that flew by in his field of vision. Although he only had one eyeball left, his dynamic vision seemed to be completely focused because there was no second eyeball to share the burden.

He counted silently in his mind for one second, and 117 ancient trees had already passed by in his field of vision. According to the average distance of three meters between each tree, the flying speed of the ancient monster had exceeded the speed of sound at this moment? !

But Watson did not observe the appearance of the sonic boom cloud, and even the breeze that hit his face was particularly gentle, more gentle than the touch of a lover.

His eyelids never closed, but his eyes did not feel dry at all.

He just watched the ancient monster take him through the dark woods, around the jagged boulders, and came to the diamond blue light curtain.

Then he suddenly smashed open the ivory skeleton door, and the souls of the dead who were blocking the way were torn into broken light spots. The pale bone door panel shattered like ice chips, but the bone-chilling cold followed him like a shadow and attached to the corners of his mouth.

Some silent power began to corrode Watson's mouth. He felt that his lips seemed to be condensed with frost and became abnormally numb. It also seemed to shrink in the severe cold until it shrank into a tiny gap.

Finally, it disappeared silently, as if the mouth was just a deformed scar left on the face. Now with the help of the pure white door, it has finally healed completely and restored its original smoothness.

The ancient monsters have not stopped flying. They continue to pass through the foggy countryside full of dazzling light. When the fog with the power to soothe the soul was dispersed by this deformed shadow that was faster than the cannonballs in the awake world, the fruits that emitted warm and harmonious light like the sunset were all extinguished and dim.

The shadow of chaos followed the ancient monster and spread, and soon completely covered a tent above the gray border. A person wearing the sunglasses of the awakening world opened the tent door in surprise and looked at the strange shadow on the horizon.

What came into Watson's eyes next was the familiar yet unfamiliar magnificent ancient golden door, with the scarred huge deer head lying at the door.

The Stag Gate, also known as the Apprentice Gate, can be promoted to a Master after passing this gate, and first understand the first level of the true mystery of Mansu.

And this crucial gate is now standing in front of Watson's head.

As mentioned above, an immortal can only be promoted to seven Masters, and the number of places is quite limited. Then it stands to reason that passing the Stag Gate to be promoted to a Master is likely to get the answer to the puzzle in advance.

Otherwise, according to the original master's puzzle answers are all from documents from dozens or even hundreds of years ago... It turns out that the named person Gribi has not updated the question bank for hundreds of years?