The unique fragrance volatilized by the death of fresh flesh stimulates Yarlin's taste buds to secrete a lot of saliva; the struggling soul staying on the warm corpse escapes the breath of resentment, begging, and despair, the smell is very in the world Any kind of condiment.
Pirate all around moved towards the depths of the town like a locust crossing, leaving behind a place of ruins and flames. The black smoke covered Yarlin's rugged face, and his pupils shrank and trembled. The lines are like some cold-blooded animals.
"Fick, go search those rooms again, maybe there is something left." Yarlin lowered his head and moved towards the woman's body and walked.
The hoarse, suppressed voice carries a kind of heart-pounding weirdness, Fick swallows back the retort from his mouth, and moves towards the door knocked open in the distance, and soon There was the clash of boxes and cabinets from inside.
Yarlin looked at the woman's corpse lying in a pool of blood, a pair of deadly eyeballs staring at the sluggish child, his expression frozen in a face of despair and nostalgia. Touching the woman's skin through the glove, the remaining warm touch and twisted emotions made his fingertips tremble suddenly, and the entire leather glove oscillated with countless thin strips like dead branches, like what was under the glove The living creature awakens, and the impatient must choose someone to eat.
"Astur is bad, be quiet."
Yarlin took off his black linen gloves and stared intently at his left hand like a living creature. The left hand seemed to feel his gaze. The dangers and warnings, slow and difficult to quiet down.
In this way, his left hand finally calmly exposed the whole picture. It was a black blood line, like a dense tattoo covering the entire back of the hand. From the five finger nails, countless black lines spread and entangled, like Numerous tree whiskers twisted around the fingers, and finally converged into a pitch-black as ink ring on the back of the hand.
On the opposite side of the back of the hand facing the ring, a black vertical line splits the texture of the entire palm into two.
The black line, the ring is positive and negative, one vertical eye is one vertical eye, which is one vertical eye, which is closed tightly, just like Yarlin's pupils at this moment.
He called it Astur bad!
The index finger is cold and has no temperature. It is pressed against the center of the woman's eyebrows, sliding down slowly and firmly, the black line between the fingers suddenly comes alive again, and the black line spreads rapidly on the woman's face, densely packed From the center of the eyebrows, the line resembles an inverted spindle covering the woman's body, until Yarlin's index finger slides to the woman's chest, and all the black lines are gathered here in an instant.
The center of the eyebrows, the position of the pineal gland, the residence of the soul; the chest, where the heart is, the source of life in the fleshy body.
From the eyebrows to the heart, this is a whole.
"I'm hungry!" Yarlin licked his slightly dry lips. "To be precise, Astur is hungry. Oh, it doesn't matter, what matters is the taste of hunger. It's so uncomfortable, I have endured it for two months, now I am very weak, my face is very pale, I can't sleep everyday all… I will die if I don't eat anymore."
I have killed people in my previous life, but I have never done anything like cannibalism. The psychological barrier is not that difficult to overcome. Yarlin muttered to the woman's body, and even more to himself.
As the temperature on the woman's body gradually became cold, Yarlin's index finger trembled even more.
The food is not fresh when it is cold.
"In exchange for the first meal, woman, I promise you that I will avenge you, and they will be reunited with you soon." Yarlin's five fingers suddenly clenched, knitted with black thread The spindle was pulled and contracted, and with just one breath, the woman's body and soul were all condensed and annihilated, turning into a drop of squirming black spots into the black thread.
The black line thinned and converged back to the back of the hand, and everything returned to calm.
"Huh." He relieved to stand up, his face eased a lot, and the pupils in the vertical line returned to normal, "It looks like it is not as bloody as I thought."
The ground is very clean Except for a pool of blood stains, there is no drop of meat scum.
To cherish food is a commendable quality.
"Can you simplify the ceremony, and eat more quickly, Astur's bad?"
There is no response from the left hand, it's calm as if everything just happened was just Yarlin Yarlin twitched his lips and put on his gloves, slandering in his heart: "You don't admit it if you are full."
Then, the corners of his mouth opened, and a thought suddenly appeared in his mind. Text message made.
"Asturger: With the fall of the gods, he was born from the dead remains of the abyss, the last resurrection of the endless abyss, he is Asturger, the corpse of the mythical era, The brood of alienation and flesh and blood brings the lord of death and slavery. All creatures where he passes become his slaves, and all civilizations are swallowed by him and become his nourishment. He is the most terrifying natural disaster in countless epochs of the universe. He is…"
"Long-winded, short!"
The text stopped abruptly, he seemed to hear the proud "hmph hum" sound in his mind The text in it shattered like glass, and there was probably a sound of broken glass heart.
The new text emerges quickly, short and perfunctory-Astur Bader: The Brood of Alienation and Flesh, Ruler that brings death and slavery. (Incomplete Seed)
Swallow: swallow all flesh and blood into nutrients for your growth. Complete species under the first stage.
Transformation: Transform dead creatures into their own servants. The servants of this first stage have no autonomous consciousness and can only accept the simplest instructions.
Assimilate: You can extract the essence of the same type of lifeform to strengthen your own basic qualities.
Yarlin squinted his eyes, and his mind quickly turned to think about the meaning of each word, making sure that he did not omit or misunderstand.
In immediately, cross-analyze and process the information obtained and your own situation to control the benefits and disadvantages to the greatest extent, and try to deduct and optimize the possible future. This is his The instinct, even if the body is crossed over, this instinct is still unforgettable.
Even in his previous life, this ability eventually pushed him to prison and death sentence, but I think it will not happen again in this life.
When Yarlin was thinking, he habitually touched his eyebrows, and the cold touch through the gloves made him shivered and put away his thoughts: "Black fingers are officially online. The point is that I can finally sleep tonight. I've got a good night's sleep."
"Damn, I found nothing but a pile of broken logs." Fick walked over angrily, and said with a daze: "Where is that woman's body? "
"Aaaaaahhhh ————" The voice was stern and sharp, piercing the eardrum, the boy kneeling on the ground looked at the blood stains above the ground, like a crashed computer suddenly resumed operation, hollow His eyes appeared to focus, and he stiffly turned his neck to search for the dead body on the ground.
Obviously I can't find it.
Then he seemed unsure of what he saw in a trance, until his stiff eyes focused on Yarlin's left hand black glove, he paused, and then he suddenly jumped up from the ground as if under some kind of stimulation , There was a vague scream, like a crazy little wild beast crashing into Yarlin.
Yarlin sideways ruthless kicked the boy's abdomen. The boy fell to the ground and couldn't get up. He swallowed and wailed in his mouth. He lifted his head and stared at Yarlin and Fick with hatred.
"Hey, little demon, I didn't kill your mother." Fick showed a fierce expression.
"Nice look." Yarlin walked over with expressionless expression, squatting down and pressing the boy's head with his right hand, "Remember this feeling of hatred, it will keep you alive."
The boy stared at Yarlin with his eyes wide open, as if to brand the wicked face into his soul.
Yarlin was indifferent. He gently raised his hand to stun the boy. He stood up and walked into the dark woods in the distance as if carrying a dead dog. He found a depression and threw it away. Go in, then turn around and walk back.
"Yarlin, you have become kind, and you saved that little demon's life." Fick looked at Yarlin curiously, "That little demon will sleep until we all leave. Of course, if there is no food, He will still starve to death."
"Benevolence?" Yarlin sneered: "Fick, you are wrong. Living is more cruel than death!"
"Living is better than death. Cruel!" Fick chewed this sentence carefully. When did this damn Pirate hear such philosophical words, his eyes lit up: "This sentence is really great. If I die, I must Let people engrave this sentence on my tombstone."
Pirate's brain circuit is really different.
"I don't know if you will have a tombstone if you die." Yarlin looked at Pirate, who was faintly searching for wealth everywhere, and said coldly, "But if we don't act anymore, we both May really die."