Chapter 371 The Tomb Keeper Appears

In the boy's vision, the world on the left is a slightly ordinary and common world. There are some faint bloody colors floating on the pale earth outside the window, perhaps some beasts that died today.

The carriage illuminated by the dim light is filled with pink blurred atmosphere factors, basically coming from the man opposite who talks nonsense.

The dopamine and male hormones gushing out of the other party's pores almost fill the carriage, making the light of the lamp on the head seem to be rendered with the color of lust.

'Aunt Mary is really good-tempered. She can actually hold her temper and pretend to listen carefully. '

But Sebastian's right pupil's vision is completely different. Although the earth outside the window is still hazy with pale afterglow, there is a dark red that cannot be ignored between the gravel. It seems to be the blood left over from the war thirty years ago, or the blood that this land has been bathed in for thousands of years. However, this sporadic scarlet seems to be mixed with a flickering brightness that is like fire and light, which makes the boy unable to help thinking about the nature of this fire or light.

As for the bumpy carriage, it presented a completely different scene in the right pupil's vision - he exchanged his right eyes with his father's original body on the long-distance carriage that day, and since then, his eyes can see different worlds.

The mortal opposite with a head full of dirty thoughts also showed a slightly different face. Under that weak body, there was a series of mysterious runes, which were the embryos of sexual phases that were about to take shape but had not yet taken shape.

But it was obviously not the power of this person himself, but more like the limited secret sexual phase induced by the ascension ceremony, or even weaker - only having the resistance to resist the invisible art, but not the power to master the invisible art.

As for the delicate and pretty Aunt Mary, in the right pupil's vision, she had completely discarded the extra and useless clothes, but the body hidden under the gorgeous clothes had long discarded the white and delicate cream skin, revealing the pink and bright red texture fibers, each of which seemed to be a sticky gel pulled into a thin line.

Aunt Mary's slender and well-proportioned calves grew countless shadow-like thin flax stalks, or thin flax stalk-like shadows, as if these strange plants had completely devoured her feet.

The lady who was listening carefully to Mr. Heber's explanation seemed to have noticed the boy's gaze, and turned her head slightly to show a charming smile that was dripping with blood. After losing the restriction of skin, the corners of her mouth seemed to be able to crack below the earlobe, and the upper and lower jaws were connected by a sticky syrup-like texture fiber.

"Cavill, are you sleepy?"

"Do you want to rest on your sister's shoulder?"

The bloody lady grinned and opened her bloody mouth. The pair of completely protruding mortal eyes were the most incompatible part of this horrible face, which made this face without skin cover even more deformed and weird.

Sebastian suddenly felt a chill, not because he was afraid of seeing this horrifying scene, but because the hypocritical care in Aunt Mary's words made him extremely difficult to adapt - he had followed his father around the world since he was a child, and appeared in various uninhabited places, both to uncover the secrets of Watson's bloodline and to find his lost brothers and sisters.

Women, especially beautiful women, are not attractive opposite sex in the boy's cognition, but just food to promote blood transformation.

But Aunt Mary is not the fragile and boring women he has come into contact with in the past, but a higher level of transformation life second only to his father in terms of danger!

Even if Sebastian felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, he had to respond with a flattering smile. He didn't even dare to refuse Aunt Mary's kindness. After all, the other party has a higher level of transformation power hidden in her body. Just a smile is enough to make the cells in his body tremble.

"Okay, thank you Sister Sholto, I'll take a break first."

The boy closed his eyes slightly and gently rested on the shoulder of the Flesh Lady, but he felt tired and bored in his heart - he had been in control of the body for several consecutive days. His father said that he wanted him to witness the changes in the world with his own eyes, but now he just felt very tired from the journey.

Sebastian thought so, tightened the wool hat on his head, and whispered in his heart: "Father, this trip is so boring, it feels worse than the adventure life we ​​had before... Why don't you take control of the body, I'm a little sleepy."

"Well." A majestic voice resounded in the boy's head.

Chaotic, rational, wild, and ruthless nerve signals flowed through every inch of this young body in an instant. The cells containing the power of the cup and moth phase trembled under the impact of this terrible consciousness, but at the same time they couldn't help wanting to dance and sing loudly, just because this terrible consciousness descended on this body, it would also promote their further transformation and growth.

The boy's bones made extremely subtle crackling sounds, and the frequency of his heartbeat changed its rhythm and cadence in an instant.

The change in his body shape was very slight, and the sound of the change was as low and slight as the roar of a coward.

But none of this could be hidden from the beautiful lady who was close at hand. Just by looking at the boy's head resting on her shoulder, she could clearly detect the changes in the other party through bone conduction.

Her shoulder felt light, and she turned her head and saw a pair of indifferent eyes, as if everything in the world was as insignificant as dust in the other party's eyes.

Mary finally smiled truly and whispered softly, "Are you awake?"

"Hmm." Watson said lightly, slowly turning his stiff neck, and unexpectedly twisting his head 180 degrees. This scene shocked Herb Bart so much that he almost jumped up from his seat.

He looked out the window with his head almost turned to his back. Ten tall black shadows suddenly rose on the distant horizon. Under the bright moonlight, his left eye could clearly see that they were ten cavalrymen wearing black cloaks, with their erected short spears pointing straight to the night sky, like an iron barbed fence standing on the edge of the horizon.

But in the vision of his right eye, the ten tall and burly cavalrymen had been twisted into some kind of deformed huge beast, like a gray wolf or a Saluki hound, with long hair hanging behind his ears like a bun, and the erected short spear was actually the opponent's high-raised tail, just like a venomous snake standing upright twisting wildly, as if ready to launch a fierce attack at any time.

Even the war horses under their crotches seemed to be some kind of horse-shaped beast with ferocious fangs, and they exhaled hot breath from their noses.

"They are here."