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(The sixth update, which is also the last update today, has been pushed down. Thank you for your support. To be honest, the contract I signed is 150-200w. Please look forward to it. By the way, the outbreak will continue tomorrow and the day after tomorrow)
The sarcoma was gently cut open, and a group of green jelly-like jelly slipped out along the opening, with a piece of dark brown broken shrapnel contained in the middle of the green jelly, and the jelly did not disperse, It really condensed into a ball like jelly.
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the weird gelatinous substance in front of him, and a strange fragrance filled his nose. He turned to Wang Le and the fat cook and asked, "Do you smell anything?"
The fat cook first sniffed the air carefully with his garlic nose and said: "The smell of blood, and there is also a foul smell,"
"Ah, what I smell is a fishy smell, very fishy, ??even fishier than fish." This is Wang Le's feeling.
The strange fragrance did not dissipate, but became more and more intense. Zhang Xiaoqiang smelled the more and more intense fragrance, looked at the jelly-like green jelly in front of him, and suddenly felt a desire from the bottom of his heart.
He looked at the unknown object in front of him, and always had a crazy idea of ??eating it, and this weird idea became stronger and stronger, so strong that he could no longer control himself.
"Ding Dang" The claw blade fell off his hand, and fell on a broken leg bone, making a jade-like crisp sound, and the trembling right hand unconsciously stretched towards the thing ····
"Eat itEat itEat it" A strange voice rang in Zhang Xiaoqiang's mind Get up, urging Zhang Xiaoqiang to quickly grab that thing and feed it to his mouth.
Zhang Xiaoqiang couldn't tell whether the weird voice was coming from the outside world or his subconscious was muttering to himself. Now he has already forgotten Wang Le and the cook beside him, and only the strange green ball in his eyes Glue.
Holding the soft jelly in his hand, it feels slightly cold, and the strange fragrance is getting stronger and stronger, as if there is a claw in his throat that wants to reach out and grab the thing in his hand.
Zhang Xiaoqiang's mentality kept struggling repeatedly, and finally he found a lunch box to wrap the thing, picked up all the claw blades, turned around and left the kitchen and walked towards the hill without saying a word.
In a place where the bamboo grove is densest, Zhang Xiaoqiang sat cross-legged in the middle of the bamboo grove, with an open lunch box in front of him, a mass of green transparent jelly lying quietly in the lunch box, watching the more and more fragrant jelly Zhang Xiaoqiang hesitated more and more.
He didn't know how he would change after eating this thing, but a desire from the depths of his soul kept calling him to eat the thing in front of him.
Although Zhang Xiaoqiang is no longer the otaku with no self-control, countless times of life and death and battles have honed him into a resolute warrior, his heart is still struggling, and his fingers are constantly stroking the jelly. Lunch box, the stronger the fragrance, the stronger the desire in my heart
Darkness························································································································································. Why did he come here, and he couldn't remember why he came here, he couldn't think of anything except his name, he couldn't remember when he came here, in this silent space, there was no cold, no warmth, No joy and no fear, yes, nothing ?
Zhang Xiaoqiang wandered in the darkness carefree, unable to see everything, the road under his feet, the environment around him, and even his own body. Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't think about anything, and he just walked in the darkness. I didn't feel any discomfort, it seemed that walking in this endless darkness was the most real and real.
From time to time, some images of fighting, life, men, and women flashed in my mind, one after another lighted up, and one after another went out.
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't care about these pictures, he even thought those pictures were illusory, fabricated by his boring mind, he believed that only this endless darkness was his home, the home where he was born, grew up, and even died , he feels at ease here, yes, this is the feeling of home home?
He suddenly thought that when he got home, he should take out the key to open the door. He reached out and touched his neck, didn't he? Really do not have? Where are the keys?
A kind of anxious mood broke Zhang Xiaoqiang's Gujing Wubo state of mind. He groped his body, he wanted to find his key, and he couldn't go home without the key Follow him After searching constantly, the house key never appeared.
For the first time, he stopped and began to think, he wanted to think of himself, where did he put the key?
"bump·········"The iron anti-theft door was tightly buckled. He glanced at the door of the house, hung the key of the anti-theft door around his neck, and walked outside with a backpack and a sniper crossbow. The low, gray sky hovered over his head. ··········
"Touch" He closed the car door with his backpack on his back, got on his bicycle, and shouted loudly as he watched the dirty girl sitting in the car
The door opened, and Yuan Yi came in with hot water. She carefully heated the towel and wrung it dry to give it to him
The gate in the distance is so far away yet so close, he crawled on the floor covered with Yingying rice and slowly crawled towards the gate, the roar of d2
He ran desperately, behind him was the overwhelming red tide, in front of him, a black iron gate was his hope of life
He stood on the grass by the quiet lake, turned around and looked at the gate of the villa, and at the window of Yuan Yi's room
"Who am I? I'm Zhang Xiaoqiang I shouldn't be here, this is not my home? Where is my home?"
Zhang Xiaoqiang panicked, he looked around, he wanted to find his home, he wanted to leave this ghost place, suddenly he felt himself flying, he was flying upwards continuously, the darkness around him became thinner, a faint ray The bright light shone down from above his head, and as his body continued to rise, the light became stronger and stronger until it became dazzling, so that he had to close his eyes.
"Cough, cough" The severe cough woke Zhang Xiaoqiang up. He lay down on the ground and coughed desperately. He managed to stop the itching in his throat, and his stomach started to cough again. He was writhing, and the feeling of vomiting came one after another. He knelt on the ground and vomited continuously. As time passed, he spit out the bitter bile accumulated in his mouth, pulled the bamboo pole beside him and stood up shaking.
After standing for a long time, he finally got rid of the fainting in his head, and the tiredness hit him again wave after wave. Zhang Xiaoqiang became very angry when he saw a lunch box turned over on the ground. He didn't know why he was obsessed with ghosts. Insisting on eating that thing, "Pong" Zhang Xiaoqiang kicked the overturned lunch box away, looking at the enamel lunch box rolling downhill, Zhang Xiaoqiang seemed to feel a little better.
Picking up the satchel with the claw blade from the ground, Zhang Xiaoqiang threw it on his shoulder without caring about the dust on it, and staggered down the mountain. The original plan was to go to the repair shop and then go to He Wenbin's place to have a look. Now that something happened, Zhang Xiaoqiang just wanted to sleep, so he walked to his bed. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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