Chapter 205 Blood Demon's Memories

There is not much time left.

Xia Shou knew that he had made most of the preparations he could make, but not all.

He still had something to try and work on - recollection.

He had once obtained a special recollection by devouring the mysterious charred corpse in the Blood Demon's House, and after devouring the Blood Demon, he obtained another recollection of the Blood Demon.

The power of the Blood Terror Revolver could also be improved.

He asked the village chief for enough silver to serve as the material for bullet enhancement, but another way to increase the power of bullets was to inject corresponding fear into the bullets.

Xia Shou didn't know what the corresponding fear was, but the answer was likely to be in the Blood Demon's recollection.

Xia Shou didn't expect to master the meditation technique in such a short time, but before going into battle, he still planned to try it one last time.

When he closed his eyes and emptied his mind, he wanted to sense the traces of the so-called "recollection" without sinking into the Sea of ​​Roots, and tried to get rid of distracting thoughts.

This time, the state of meditation was unexpectedly good, all his five senses left him, and his thoughts were blank as paper.

Nothing, neither sleeping in the Sea of ​​Origin, but also out of reality.

He saw the sound of "rustling" writing on the white paper, like a sketch covered with a layer of napkin, as if someone had drawn it with special emotions to remember something.

His attention gradually focused.

——Forest?

Xia Shou felt a tearing pain all over his body. The surrounding green trees were shady, and the grass was like a low-quality carpet under his feet. Every step he took was like stepping on broken glass.

He felt that he had entered the body of someone else, but the other person was not purely human.

This body was completely out of his control. He could only manipulate it and experience the other person's experience with empathy, seeing what the other person saw and hearing what the other person heard.

The creature he was spying on had a pair of overly slender hands, as slender as a bamboo pole, but the five fingers were extremely long.

Of the ten fingers on its two hands, the upper parts of three of them had disappeared, and the other five were broken and twisted into unnatural shapes. Only two fingers could be bent freely.

Its arms were covered with crisscross wounds, and its rough skin was wet and all red. It was impossible to tell whether its original skin was red or whether its skin was stained red by blood.

Is this a blood demon?

It doesn't seem like it. This thing can still be called a creature, and it has a clear shape... This may be the blood demon's most initial form.

Then, Xia Shou suddenly heard a group of people shouting behind him.

Some of them were cursing angrily, and some were laughing excitedly.

The bushes on all sides were filled with the rustling of grass leaves, and the barking of hounds was getting closer and closer.

An unknown sense of fear attacked him, or it was the creature he possessed, and some vague information invaded his mind-he was being hunted now!

It began to run, enduring the severe pain all over its body and running wildly, like a hunted beast, rushing into the bushes in a panic.

The thorns kept scratching the wounded body, and some of the surface flesh was scraped off and brought to the sharp branches.

It fled completely according to its instincts, and it went wherever the sound was quieter.

Gradually, the sounds around it became quieter, and the emotions of the creature being hunted also stabilized a little. It stopped running, but lightened its footsteps and walked slowly.

At this moment, a ballad with a strange tune suddenly floated from the front.

It was an English song, floating and lingering, and the person humming the song seemed to enjoy it very much.

With the appearance of the song, a stronger fear enveloped it, and it began to flee again.

Xia Shou also began to be infected by this strong fear. Although he didn't understand what the blood demon was afraid of, it was precisely because of the unknown that he was more afraid.

He could even hear its teeth chattering fiercely, and his mind also emerged with a series of memory images that did not belong to him at all - a silver-white revolver, a cowboy with his face covered by black rags, and a lame leg.

This is a memory...

This is a memory...

Xia Shou knew very well that he was in a memory, but the pain in his body was too real, making the memory extremely terrifying.

Memories are fake, but physical sensations are real. What is the difference between this and reality?

Xia Shou felt that he was also being tortured passively. As the wound continued to tear, the broken fingers swayed on the palm, and the dislocated joints kept rubbing...

"Bang!"

A gunshot sounded behind him, and Xia Shou felt that his back was hit.

It was not the pain of being shot. It was like a piece of red-hot iron directly embedded in the flesh, and the high-temperature iron slag flowed through the blood vessels to the whole body. You tried your best to get those things out, but there was no way. You could only feel the blood and water in your body being burned dry.

Xia Shou heard "himself" making an inhuman cry, and he could no longer bear the extreme pain and fell to the ground.

This intense pain extended to Xia Shou. He woke up from his dream in a sweat, his whole body was wet with sweat, his feet and hands, and even the muscles in his back were cramping.

At the very end, he saw a house-the Blood Demon's House.

Then, his five senses began to withdraw, and he came out of the painting. The pain and wounds were covered with a thin veil, and he was safe... Memories became memories again.

In front of his eyes, a line of bloody words slowly dissipated - [The Blood Demon's memories have dissipated...]

Xia Shou opened his eyes and saw Alice wiping his sweat with a cloth.

His whole body was soaked with cold sweat, and his heart was beating wildly. His heart rate must have exceeded 200.

All the muscles in his body were aching. Maybe in the process of experiencing the recollection, the real body was unconsciously tense, so it was cramping.

However, the fear of the blood demon was known. To put it bluntly, it was shot, leaving a psychological shadow.

But this kind of pain of being shot, if not experienced in person, can never be described in words. The complexity of the pain is beyond the limit of human metaphor.

"Has the blood demon been hunted before..."

The blood demon in the memory is outside the blood demon's house, that is, it is lodged in someone's body and completely obtains the memory and personality of the person concerned.

Although it is only the blood demon's clone, it should be strong enough to guarantee that it will be hunted by humans?

There seems to be other stories in this, but now, everything cannot be traced.

Xia Shou stood up and walked to the entrance of the cave. Bai He and the others had already started cooking. The ingredients were local. They caught aquatic fish from the swamp and skewered them on sticks and roasted them on the fire.

Liu Yilong and Ling Xiao questioned whether the fish in the swamp were edible. Wu Lang said that he could test the poison himself.

Lin Tiandong sorted out his nameplate on the side. No. 102 and No. 113 were talking about something.

This scene was actually a bit happy.

"Hey, why did you suddenly doze off? You slept for more than an hour! All your superpowers are back." Ling Xiao saw Xia Shou and said loudly.

"Sorry, lend it to me later. Now everything is really ready... If this doesn't work, then it probably won't work." Xia Shou smiled and searched for Su Weiyu's figure.