Chapter 395 The Darkest Black

The secret keeper of the tomb, that is, the ancient lion that has been protecting the world for more than two thousand years, spits out fiery breath directly at the bottom of the heavy steel suitcase.

The scorching heat burned the heavy steel plate red and hot, and the steaming heat seemed to penetrate the layers of steel plates and brittle carbonized skin, extending directly into the young man's body cavity.

The irregular wedge-shaped liver closest to the center of the heat source has been licked by the hot tongue.

The thick and fat-rich right liver lobe is burned by the high temperature that penetrates into the body, just like being placed on a barbecue grill with strong fire. The outer layer of the liver becomes slightly charred and crispy, and the liver fat and liver cell meat inside are also burned by the intense fire. Roasting removes the fishy smell and other impurities.

The liver oil, as sweet and mellow as fine butter, permeates the interior of the body cavity, just like the plump foie gras that has been briefly grilled with a gun. The outer layer is slightly crispy, but the fat inside is still as tender as ever, and there is still a smell that has been removed. The smell is unusually fragrant.

This extremely delicious oily aroma awakened the cup phase blood instinct in the young man's body that had been almost completely swallowed up by the foreign moth phase.

His throat, which was as dry as a furnace, mysteriously secreted a trace of saliva mixed with blood. Even this saliva seemed to contain a faint aroma of wine. If it could flow down the broken esophagus and into the body cavity, it would drip with the fire. The right pan-fried moth liver will definitely bring out the ultimate deliciousness!

This trace of blood-spiked saliva, as mellow and fragrant as white wine, flows with difficulty into the esophagus with multiple holes, constantly dodging the hot breath pouring from the mouth and nose. It must not be heated and evaporate before dripping onto the right liver lobe!

But just when the wine-scented saliva was about to slip into the correct esophageal gap, the body that had already been ignited with many fires was hit hard from behind again, so that all the high-heat organs inside the body cavity were displaced like an ocean. Naturally, the riddled esophagus is not immune to the disaster.

The bloody spit that was about to reach the right liver lobe was eventually baked and evaporated by the strong hot breath that poured into his mouth and nose. Cup Xiang's plan to be rejuvenated with the delicious food he cooked this time was completely ruined - Junior Cup The decline of Xiang is irreversible.

The bright black crystal in the heavy suitcase burst out with intense light under the burning breath of the ancient lion's flames. The burst of impact energy pushed the thick steel plate on the top layer and hit Watson's back hard.

Under this another fierce blow, Watson's originally slightly slow upward momentum suddenly increased, as if receiving an engine boost to accelerate.

He spat out a mouthful of sweet blood, then tightly held the slender roasted fat intestine wrapped around his hand, and with the help of the momentary thrust from the explosion behind him, he suddenly jumped into the void vortex that shone with blurred and twisted light.

Unlike the mountain top where the sand and dust tornado roared, the interior of the void vortex was unusually quiet and dark.

The dark color inside the vortex is extremely deep, as if all the blackness and gloom in the world are mixed and entangled together, forming this absolute darkness of blackest blackness.

No matter whether it is young Sebastian's own quasi-abnormal pupils or the rhapsody eyes derived from Watson's body, there is no way to detect any light at all.

It was absolutely pitch black, so dark that it was suffocating and hopeless.

The endless darkness is just like the vacuum background of the infinite universe, but it is far older than the universe itself.

This pure darkness existed long before the birth of the universe, and existed long before the birth of the glow.

This darkness is the original appearance of the world.

Watson was thoughtful. He seemed to be able to vaguely glimpse a hidden truth that transcended common sense and cognition through this dark scene that existed before the birth of the universe.

This secret truth that transcends all layers of history contains unimaginable possibilities that can break the world's mundane limits and transcend Si Chen's limitations!

In this world at the beginning of the world, it seems that only Watson and the female dancer exist.

But it’s also possible that Watson alone exists.

Just because in this place, not only no light or objects can be seen visually, but also no movement can be detected by hearing.

The sense of smell also seems to be unable to smell any substance, and even the sense of taste can no longer detect the bitter taste of his own flesh and blood that has been cooked to perfection, and the five senses have been completely stripped away. Even the non-five senses of pain have been taken away. Now Watson can no longer sense the existence of his adopted son's body, and he can't even sense the three types of sexual aspects that exist in the soul body.

He had no way or ability to confirm whether the female dancer Mary Morstan also followed him into this illusory dark vacuum.

In the absolute emptiness and chaos, Watson, who had lost his five senses and pain, could not even feel the passage of time.

If he hadn't been counting the time silently in his heart, he might have fallen into an indescribable state of confusion due to losing his sense of time and space.

Even with his strong will, he may not be able to endure the limit of 1,296,000 seconds - in the past, his adoptive father would often imprison him because of his wanton indulgence in the desire to kill. This time has always been a mental limit that is difficult for him to break through.

Watson began to try to confirm whether he was still holding Miss Mary's intestines tightly on his hand, but no matter how he released the signal to hold his five fingers, he never received a response. Even after being brutally stripped of his five senses, he lost his physical self-protection. After being restricted by instinct, he seemed to be able to unleash unlimited ideas to improve his grip strength.

It was as if he had been able to transcend the limitations of his weak body, and could release his strength unscrupulously by relying solely on his spirit, and release his strength beyond the limit of his muscles... Even if his fist would collapse and shatter under one blow, he could still release his inner rage without restraint... This was another kind of freedom, the freedom of strength.

Watson silently memorized this feeling, and then his mind suddenly became clear. It seemed that he could sense the female dancer who seemed far away and yet close at hand through the seventh sense that surpassed the sixth sense.

An inexplicable connection had been established between the female dancer and Watson, like a moth bridge built by countless mottled moths, or like an umbilical cord between the mother and the child, which seemed to be able to transmit the nutrients of life, the frequency of the heart and the fluctuations of the spirit.

But if Watson were asked to describe it in specific words, he felt that this connection between him and the female dancer was more like a twisted and tangled...colon cord.

But before Watson could get more familiar with this sudden seventh way of perception, before he could further comprehend the indescribable secret hidden in the depths of the emptiness, chaos and darkness, and appreciate the unpredictable power that was beyond all imagination, existed only at the beginning and the end, and was possible or impossible.

Indescribable attraction that seemed weak and strong emerged from all directions.

This attraction that seemed to be there and not there, strong and weak seemed to be tearing his skin and flesh madly, peeling off his mind and spirit.

Watson seemed to have completely melted, and seemed to be completely reshaped.

When he woke up again, his five senses and pain swept back.

Watson saw the bloody sunset and the bleeding desert.

He still held the scorched sausage of the female dancer in his hand, but this sausage had been crushed.

The blood vessels, nerves, fat and connective tissues have turned into a mass of mud and buried in the equally charred palm flesh, as if the female dancer's flesh and blood have been closely integrated with the boy's flesh and blood, as if the female dancer's intestines have taken root in the boy's palm and spoken.

But the most important issue at the moment is not the disgusting vision of the female dancer's intestines and the boy's flesh twisting and merging.

The real issue that needs attention is that they are now at an altitude of one thousand feet!

And there are only blood sand and dry bones below, and there is no condition to buffer the falling force at all!

The two moths, which are not good at flying, are now falling straight down to the ancient battlefield at an altitude of one thousand feet! ! !

... The following is not counted as paid words...

On the night before 1880 to 1881, the young Sebastian suddenly woke up, and his father's words still echoed in his head, ordering him to prepare a sumptuous banquet on the night of crossing the old year and entering the new year, and reunite with all the club members.

Sebastian immediately joined forces with his new cheap sister Anna, and traveled all over London in just one day to collect eight ingredients of different flavors and strengths.

Low-end ingredients often require complex cooking.

Sebastian worked all day and finally prepared a table of sumptuous food just before midnight.

The time to bid farewell to the old and usher in the new is coming. Mr. Nello, Aunt Crovit, Aunt Emma, ​​Ms. Moran who has just joined the club, and Aunt Mary who seems to be the future mother, and of course the annoying sister Anna are all here.

After Sebastian prepared the banquet, he stood quietly behind the main seat, waiting for his father's consciousness to come.

But in the deep shadow behind him, there was a sound of steady footsteps that could not have appeared!

Watson slowly stepped out of the shadows and patted the boy's shoulder in appreciation.

"Sit down, I will dine with you tonight."

Everyone sat down in order, with a happy smile on their faces as if they were about to cross the new year.

Aunt Emma was laughing and ravaging Aunt Crovitt's head again. Mr. Nello also laughed heartily. The new Ms. Moran laughed a little stiffly. Aunt Mary sat next to her father, swaying the red wine in her goblet and looking at her father with a smile.

Watson sat in the main seat, waiting for the clock to strike twelve, looking up at the dim sky.

His eyes seemed to be able to travel through the boundless universe, through the empty chaos outside the universe, and through the electronic screen full of tiny words.

Watson has seen you, and he raised his glass with a smile.

"Happy New Year to my friend who doesn't know your name yet."