The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1376 The Call of the Stars ([-])
"If you are writing about a disaster, you don't need to use such a grand perspective to describe the dilapidation of the whole world, and you don't need to detail the tragedies that happened to everyone in such a detailed tone.

Because what I heard, saw, and associated alone was enough to outline every abyss undercurrent in this dark vortex, outlining its original bizarre and terrifying appearance. This is after I was rushed into the dark hole, The truth learned while traveling through the dark and narrow passages of the world.

When we embraced the light trap like ignorant prey, and then woke up, what appeared in my field of vision was the rust stains under the iron sheet with a corner raised from the ceiling of the subway car..."

"God, where am I?" Quill covered his head and wanted to sit up from the ground, but found that his forearm seemed to be glued to something. He turned his head to the left and saw himself Between the left arm just off the ground and the ground, there is a filament formed by the mucus being pulled.

"What the hell is this?" Quill grinned and cursed. He put his arm on the ground again, shifted his body's center of gravity, and wanted to lift his arm off the ground.

But when he supported the ground with his right hand and tried hard, he found that his right forearm was also stuck to the mucus on the ground. Quill smiled helplessly and said, "I kind of know that the cockroaches stuck on the sticky board are What does it feel like, man, rocket, rocket, are you there?"

"Puff, puff, puff..."

A series of subtle light sounds came from a distance, Quill's movements froze, and he instinctively turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.

There is endless darkness.

With the only cold twilight somewhere, Quill could see the situation above his head clearly. It was not an ordinary roof, but an iron sheet. One of the iron plates was raised with a foot, and mottled rust was exposed on the ground.

It seems that he is in the subway car, Quill sighed, he even has time to comfort himself in his heart, although he is an old antique, he has seen the subway anyway.

"Puff, puff, puff..." The voice continued.

Quill listened intently, and found that the sound was coming from far away, and there was no sign of getting closer. He simply ignored the sound, but focused on finding a way to get rid of the slime that fixed him on the ground.

Shifting the center of gravity from the left to the right, from the strength of the abdominal muscles to the strength of the back muscles, Quill groaned on the ground for a long time in a somewhat funny posture, and finally let half of his body get rid of the entanglement of mucus.

Quill clenched his fists to cheer himself up: "Okay, Peter, you've already done half the work, just work harder, and you'll be a free cockroach!"

Suddenly, a cold feeling came from his forehead. Quill touched his forehead on the left side with the free hand, and found some dark marks. Because the light was too dim, Quill couldn't see what it was. .

He wiped his hands on the ground, and the relatively dry mucus he broke out became the best cleaning agent, and the marks were wiped off, but soon, two more drops of unknown liquid dripped onto Quill's forehead .

Quill shook his hand in disgust, and then found that the state of the two drops of liquid was not right, and the way they flew out did not look like water.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of some mucus rubbing against each other from above his head.

Quill slowly raised his head, and saw that under the raised iron plate, where he thought it was rust, densely packed, dark-colored eggs were surging.

More and more eggs fell down, flowing down Quill's forehead and high nose bridge to his chin, Quill let out a broken scream, and frantically wiped off the things on his face with his hands.

Like an elk with a broken leg, he tried hard to move his position with half of his body, avoiding the terrible nest above his head, and rubbed his arms against the dark marks on his face feebly, he could even feel the fine bruises Among the gravel-like eggs, there is a very regular heartbeat.

They're about to crack.

The moment this idea appeared in Quill's mind, he couldn't care less. He grabbed the dried up mucus and rubbed it on his face and body, wiping off the marks on his face as quickly as possible. , and then threw it hard, the slime ball just rolled under the faint cold light.

Quill saw clearly the source of the light, which was actually the indicator light on the subway door, and at this moment, under the light, the delicate eggs wrapped in the slime ball began to hatch.

Countless black insects with carapaces and three pairs of hooked feet crawled out of the translucent embryo, but what awaited them was not newborns, but a closed and constantly squeezing mucus mass.

The blood-red mucus has obviously lost its vitality, but it still entangles densely packed bugs, breaking their carapaces, breaking their hook feet, and even crushing them into fine corpse foam.

The black worms struggled to escape, but they suffocated in front of the last barrier. Quill could even see their desperate expressions when they suffocated, but more hooked feet pierced the mucous membrane, turning the red mucus into cloth A body full of holes.

Quill felt terrible suffocation, and he tried his best to get rid of the slime sticking to his body, because more and more hatched bugs grew bigger.

But the mucus on the other half showed no sign of drying up at all, as if they still had life, they bit on Quill's skin tightly and refused to fall off.

A terrible ferocity was aroused from the simple and honest appearance of this lonely boy since he was a child. Quill touched the dagger at his waist, held the knife in his forehand, and cut a big gash on the skin stuck to the mucus.

Then Quill put his hand into the wound, and with a "squeak", the whole piece of skin peeled off and remained on the mucus, and then Quill stood up shaking.

This decisive action saved his life.

Because in the next second, the iron plate on his head couldn't support the densely packed insect eggs that were breaking out of their shells, and fell down with a "bang", followed by the sound of "squeaky" mucus pouring out.

Quill was panting heavily, and he didn't even have time to look at his bleeding arm. He padded his feet on the spot, turned his head and ran towards the direction of the indicator light.

And just as he looked beyond the indicator lights into the deeper darkness, he heard a familiar voice yelling and cursing in a language he didn't understand.

"Rocket, Rocket! Here I am!" Quill yelled.

Quill rushed over, and then saw the small figure next to the seat by the door, apparently also stuck in the slime.

Rocket Raccoon grabbed his tail and cursed in a low voice. The moment he saw Quill, he didn't even have time to explain his situation, but said to him with a trembling beard: "That damn doctor is crazy! He threw us away. In hell, I shouldn't have listened to him!!!"

"Don't worry about it too much." Quill took out the dagger, and with a "swish", he shaved off the fur on Rocket Raccoon's tail. Fortunately, the raccoon's skin was not stuck with mucus, so he only lost a part of it. With a strand of hair, he successfully escaped.

He jumped on Quill's shoulder in three steps and two steps, and then said loudly in his ear: "Peter, I have to apologize to you! I listened to the goddamn conspiracy of an evil doctor who asked me to put me on drugs Lead you into the steeple!"

Rocket Raccoon's voice was shrill like a faulty tape, but Quill gestured to him to silence him, then pricked up his ears to listen carefully.

"Puff, puff, puff..."

The voice was still far away, but it approached here at a slow speed. Quill's eyeballs rolled quickly, and then said: "The mucus that sticks to us is very sticky, it's definitely not saliva or something."

Suddenly his pupils contracted sharply, and a word was highlighted: "Flytrap... run!!!"

The moment Quill stepped forward quickly, a huge wave exuding a strong sour smell surged from the carriage at the rear, and the splashed water droplets carried countless bugs' carapaces, hooked feet, and even hairy Eye.

Quill stopped suddenly, because the cockpit was already in front of him, he glanced left and right, and shouted: "Hurry up!!"

"boom!!!"

Quill directly rushed out of the glass of the side window, with a "crash", and with the shattered glass, he fell to the ground, but he didn't stop much, but crawled to the corner of the wall.

Then, he leaned against the corner of the wall, panting heavily, watching layers upon layers of giant maggots like tumors wrapping the train, spraying his gastric juice into the train, sweeping all the creatures inside the train, and swallowing it into his stomach In, and then leave new slime, waiting for a new wave of prey.

Quill leaned against the wall and panted weakly. He turned his head to look at Rocket Raccoon and said, "What's the matter with the 'doctor' you mentioned?"

"I, I..." Rocket Raccoon seemed a little hard to speak, but he still pursed his lips and said: Those hallucinations you saw before, those tree roots and so on, were actually caused by drugs. "

Rocket Raccoon stretched out one of his paws, and Quill saw a small vent between his claws. Rocket Raccoon withdrew his paw tremblingly, and said, "The doctor called it 'fear gas', only It takes a little bit of it to overwhelm a person with fear."

"So, you tricked us into coming here?"

"Damn, I didn't know he was going to do this at all! I thought the test he was talking about was just stuffing some monsters in that steeple-shaped building for you, or walking through the maze or something. He played too much!"

Rocket Raccoon lowered his head, as if blaming himself very much. He thought he would wait for Quill's scolding, but at this moment Quill held his head down again and said to him, "Shh... did you hear that?"

"what?"

"Puff, puff, puff..."

The sound was getting closer and closer, and Quill felt his hair stand on end, but he didn't see anything in the dark. He looked around, but he didn't find his travel bag, and even the mountaineering bag was gone, so that he now Looking for a lighting device is not available.

But at this time, Rocket Raccoon stretched out his other paw, and a ray of light appeared, he looked up at Quill and said, "If we get out alive, you can do whatever you want with me, but we have to leave this place first. "

"I think so too."

Quill listened carefully to the source of the sound, then pointed to Rocket Raccoon's back and said, "There, what's there..."

Rocket turned his head sharply, pointing the light on his paw at the place Quill pointed to, but there was nothing there but damp tunnel walls.

"No, no, no." Quill closed his eyes with some pain, a pain that his perception did not match the reality bothered him, he grabbed Rocket Raccoon and hugged him, staggering towards the voice run in the opposite direction.

"What exactly did you see?"

"I didn't see anything!"

"Then why are you running?"

"Because I can't see it!"

Quill ran with Rocket Raccoon all the way, ran up the subway station, crossed the turnstile, and quickly ran up the elevator that was out of service.

At the moment of seeing the light again, what appeared in front of Quill was a grand sunset in a world swallowed by monsters.

The golden light shone on the end of the quill pen soaked in ink, and the tip of the pen lightly fell on the paper, even the text was illuminated golden, but the content written on it fell into deeper and deeper darkness.

"Twilight is always called the moment of the devil, but I have never seen such an evil and terrifying scene in any twilight. The canvas of the sky and the earth is filled with monsters, and twisted freaks shuttle through it, as if they are Master of this world.

It's not Dante's Divine Comedy, I'm sure of that, because I see their unique, vibrant ecological order in this horrible twisted and chaotic scene.

But I know that it's just the appearance, some thoughts that have been bothering me, things that I can sometimes feel but can't see, that keep me peeping through the tubes without knowing the whole thing, still hidden in the twilight in the shadows.

They are calling to me, stretching out their arms out of the darkness to embrace me, like the stars I saw the day I was born. "

　Me who read Cancer Universe comics:

Just started: Cthulhu is good!
See halfway: Isn't this still a superhero fight?
see the end: it's a fucking love story

(The cancer universe in this book is pure and simple, if you want to see a big fight, just supplement the original book)
　
(End of this chapter)