Chapter 303 Ending and Leaving

The flesh and blood of a nymph-headed monster was almost completely gone, and the struggling and pulsating organs between the hideous and pale bones were clearly visible. It also began to slightly move its scissor-like mouthparts.

"Crack, crack, crack (We have taken care of it, Big Brother Black Moth. We have also put the seven secret followers who were specially hidden in advance back to their original positions, and reproduced the injuries that were quite serious but not fatal on the spot)."

"Crack, crack (But there is something special I need to report to you, Big Brother Black Moth.)"

"Crack, crack, crack, crack (In the Moth Library mentioned by the Heart Blade Forger, we also found the skeleton of a fellow that had transformed six times. Although the power in the bones has been lost to the point of being almost dry, our knowledge Knowledge is always engraved in deeper places... After repeated confirmation by us, the secrets left inside the corpse are still alive, and may help you, Brother Black Moth, to recover your strength faster. )"

"Kacha (But according to our speculation, the corpse should not be a product of this world. The secrets left in the bones may involve some deeper secrets. Hehehe, maybe this is the guidance left by that person.)"

Watson listened to the strange words that only he and the monsters could understand, and nodded slightly in silence.

Then he looked up at the soil above his head, and his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the tens of meters thick soil and see the Anti-Suppression Bureau operators coming and going above.

"It's time for this farce to end. You should prepare for the curtain call performance."

The monsters whose host bodies were almost unable to support looked at each other, and recalled the beautiful design draft of Brother Black Moth, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

But their weird laughter, resounding with the vibration of their vocal cords, was disgustingly monotonous and abominable, echoing in the empty underground hall and making people shudder.

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Silent underground ritual room.

Seven Crossroads secret believers who had given up breathing and heartbeats with the enthusiastic help of Watson were now sitting cross-legged quietly around the deep pit well.

Their skin was more or less missing, or their arms were bare and fleshy like taking off sleeves, or their thigh skin curled to their ankles like taking off stockings.

Or their tops were exposed to the air like Indians who were rewarded, or their faces were uneven and worn out like being flattened by a file... But if you look closely, you will find that the incomplete parts of these seven people seem to constitute a complete human skin.

The skin of the left arm, the skin of the right arm, the skin of the left leg, the skin of the right leg, the hair and flesh on the top of the head, the skin and edges of the face, the skin of the back... Only a piece of chest skin is missing, which can be stitched into a complete human skin.

If a skilled tailor could completely close the gaps between the leather pieces, perhaps a bloody and cruel mottled human figure could be inflated with just one blow.

Watson, Nello and Emma had quietly entered the place, standing beside the seven horrific corpses that exuded a certain weird and grotesque meaning...but the monster with nineteen deformed nymphs had disappeared without a trace.

Watson once again threw away the leather vest that he had just put on, truly exposing his scarlet chest, and he also sat cross-legged in an inconspicuous corner around the deep pit well.

Until the joining of this incomplete chest skinner, this barbaric and bloody solemn ceremony was finally completed.

Eight bodies that had been shedding their skin endlessly sat cross-legged by the well with a creepy smile on their faces, each occupying eight directions: east, southeast, south, southwest, west, northwest, north, and northeast. They were like eight guardians in all directions, and also like eight human pillars.

They all lowered their heads slightly, their eyes fixed on the dark puddle that seemed like a bottomless abyss, as if they wanted to understand the mystery of the shadow at the bottom of the well, or as if they wanted to jump into the well.

Watson exhaled a turbid breath and said lightly: "Let's do it."

Nello Bacchus, who received the order, walked forward. He came behind Chief Watson, took out the third-level sharp straight blade from the secret material vault, and chopped directly at the back of Watson's head!

The sharp silver light flashed just right, and Watson's scalp and skull were easily split, while the fat white fat inside was not damaged at all... It was difficult to tell whether it was Nello's sharp knife skills or Watson's skull that was actively catering to the split.

The wrinkled fat white fat was pulsating slightly, and there seemed to be a strange sweet and hot smell steaming up.

Emma, ​​who was watching silently nearby, smelled the scent of the brain that seemed to contain endless sweet secrets. Even the moth in her brain that had just succumbed to the fierceness of the nineteen monsters began to stir at this moment, flapping its wings slightly to release bewitching whispers, trying to lure the twin hosts to show their power together and take this opportunity to drink the cup of the skull.

However, the slender bone spur that pierced deeply into the brain marrow trembled suddenly, and the restless moth in the brain suddenly calmed down. The ugly body trembled constantly, as if it had seen the supreme terror in an instant.

Watson's brain suddenly trembled violently, as if the fat white worm pupa was about to mature, and the strange insects bred inside were about to break out of the cocoon!

With a plop, a fat gray-white seahorse emerged from the ocean of wrinkled brain matter. Its curled body actually gave birth to a pair of black cicada wings, which flapped clumsily as if it was going to take off and get away from this boring and uninteresting body.

When the gray-white alien insect just showed its head, before it had time to use its deformed black eyes to see clearly the mottled and colorful world, it was tragically beheaded by a sharp blade falling from the sky!

The fat, white, and soft head of the alien insect bounced and fell, falling into the golden fruit that was as soft and jelly as pudding... But even so, the broken head still happily vibrated its regrown scaly wings, swimming freely in the sweet golden ocean, and burping bubbles from time to time.

Watson's spirit faded with the fat white seahorse's beheaded head, and his only right eye was now covered with a layer of stupid turbidity.

He couldn't help but lower his head and stare at the shadow at the bottom of the well.

Nello put away the golden fruit expressionlessly, but the sharp dagger was not willing to stop, making a hungry clanging hum, and then turned the blade and pierced directly into the center of Chief Watson's chest. Crystal blood slowly flowed out and fell into the cold bottom of the well with the heart blood of the other seven.

Nello and Emma, ​​the lord killer, carried the looted supplies and jumped into the well. The well mouth was like a giant beast opening its bloody mouth to completely swallow the two.

The blood of the eight molters fell to the bottom of the well belatedly, and the calm water surface was covered with violent ripples, and the rising bubbles were like plump cocoons bursting.

As the blood of madness and stupidity seeped in, the sound of the wings of the abandoned moths entangled the jagged stalagmites on the top of the cave, and the strange scales like stardust were scattered all over the ground.

The secret burial that left quietly, the secret burial that caused chaos, even the director who planned the farce had buried his own responsibilities and mission.