life copy game

Chapter 561 You Come (Da Zhang asks for a monthly pass)

With the icy wind blowing across his cheeks and earlobes, He Ao's figure quickly passed through the elevator shaft and landed on the wall opposite the elevator door. Then he stepped on the wall with his feet and leaned slightly towards the huge the hole to jump.

At the same time, he looked into the hollow, his gaze did not pass directly through the hollow, as if there was a layer of purple mist blocking his body, blocking his gaze.

He Ao stared at the fog. When he looked down from above, he didn't see this layer of fog.

Although standing in front of the elevator door, he couldn't see the hole directly below him, but the layer of fog that appeared in front of his eyes at this moment protruded a lot from the hole, and it was impossible not to see any traces from above.

He Ao stared at the cloud of mist, and after a very short thought, he closed his eyes.

When all the surrounding scenes disappeared, the hazy mist still appeared in his mind, standing in the 'vision' that should have been nothingness.

Sure enough, this cloud of fog is not a real thing, but a 'occlusion' that directly appears in the consciousness, used to cover up the scenery behind the void.

This cloud of mist can only appear when people look into the hollow, so He Ao cannot see this cloud of fog when he looks down from the top.

Although this kind of power is a bit mysterious, in such a weird and extraordinary world, any kind of power seems to be possible, and He Ao is not surprised.

In the process of thinking, He Ao's body has entered into this cloud of mist.

His figure moved forward rapidly along with gravity.

After He Ao reckoned that he had completely crossed the elevator shaft and entered the cavity for two or three meters, the obstructing fog slowly faded, and a clear vision appeared in front of He Ao.

At the same time, his figure fell on the hard ground, and messy voices came from the front.

"she died"

"There's no flesh and blood left."

"It rots so fast."

"It's interesting that someone is taking her life."

"Shh, I feel the power that can't be seen."

"Where is her soul?"

"Eat it?"

"The great being that ate her flesh also ate her soul."

"Hee hee, don't we have nothing to eat?"

"We grabbed a dregs!!!"

"I'm very hungry!"

"Hey, there's another one coming in!"

"Let me approach him quietly."

"Shh, don't make a sound, we can get behind him and wring his neck off first."

"He is so thin, does he have enough flesh and blood?"

"I feel it! I feel it!"

"His soul was filled with a seductive aroma"

"His flesh and blood are filled with the power of agitation"

“He must be delicious!!!”

"Eat him! Eat him!"

“This is a food with high nutritional value!!!”

He Ao stabilized his figure, raised his head and looked forward.

This place seems to be a circular hall with a height of about seven meters. The ceiling and floor are circular, and the walls protrude outward.

He Ao felt like he was in a fat earthen jar.

And within the range of his vision, all kinds of densely shimmering purple radiance patterns covered the ground, walls and ceiling, covering the entire space in purple radiance.

And not far in front of He Ao, a thin figure, who seemed to be only skin and bones, wearing tattered clothes and messy hair, was squatting on the ground, watching He Ao.

One by one, strange and different voices came out of his mouth, and beside him lay a decayed skeleton covered in blood-stained clothes.

He Ao stared at this figure. Although the figure and face of this figure had undergone many changes, he still recognized this skinny and crooked figure at a glance. It was a person engraved deep in Jess's memory.

"Ellent?"

He looked at the figure and asked in a low voice.

"He knows me!"

"He doesn't know me!"

"that's not me!!!"

"He knows me!!!"

"what!!!!!"

There was a scream like a gust of wind passing through a narrow gap in the hall, and the thin figure suddenly hugged his head, and a heart-piercing scream came from his mouth.

He fell to the ground, all the voices were silent for an instant, only the figure was gasping for breath.

After a while, he raised his head, his thick and messy long hair parted along his cheeks, he stared at He Ao with his bloodshot bright red eyes, "You are...Jess? "

Then he staggered up from the ground, "You... are still alive."

"I'm alive."

Howo watched him calmly.

In the observation of divine consciousness, a huge force was distorting in Alan Te's body, and the invisible and terrifying pressure naturally overflowed from that force, even making He Ao's body tense muscles naturally.

This power has far surpassed the ordinary C-level, and the strong sense of oppression is even close to the B-level transcendent He Ao has come into contact with.

This is not a naturally formed power, but brought together through a certain twisted method.

However, this power does not seem to be completely under the control of Alente, and it does not work with his actions.

It seemed that Allen in front of him was the 'reinforcement' the nurse wanted to find.

"It seems that after you entered the mental hospital, your life was not as good as you imagined."

He Ao held the dagger in his hand with a calm expression, showing no emotion or anger.

"That person told me at the time, let me stay in a mental hospital for a while, and when the limelight passes, I can say that my condition is stable and I can be 'discharged',"

Allen spread his hands and sneered, "As a result, I never left here again."

"So what is this place?"

He Ao asked calmly.

"Here? Do you mean this hospital? Or this hall,"

Allen shrugged, "Well, they are all the same. This is a farm. The farm outside breeds livestock, and the farm here also breeds livestock. It's just that the livestock here happen to be people."

"So you're out?"

Howe stared at Allente.

The so-called slaughter means that the livestock are mature and can be processed in the next step.

"Out of the market? That's a good word,"

Allen laughed, "In a sense, it is true, but you have also entered this farm now, and you are also a livestock here."

"How do they tell 'livestock' is ripe?"

Howe looked at Arendt.

Hearing this question, Allen was stunned, the expression on his cheeks froze for a moment, a trace of abnormal, distorted frenzy appeared on his cheeks,

"When you can hear the voice of 'it', feel the will of 'it', and feel your soul begin to merge into the great, endless body of 'it', it proves that you are 'mature'."

"What about after you mature?"

He Ao briefly turned on his super memory, and glanced at the purple lines around him. The patterns in these lines corresponded to something in his memory.

For farms, when livestock are mature, it means they can be slaughtered.

"A mature 'livestock' will gradually feel that its soul is leaving its body, and that decayed body will become a sacrifice for 'it'."

That distorted frenzy still appeared on Alan Te's face.

He Ao stared at his cheek. At this moment, He Ao realized that the "livestock" used by Alan Te just now was not a metaphor, but he really believed that he was an animal from the bottom of his heart.

"Since it is a breeding farm with livestock, there are breeders. Who is the breeder?"

He Ao's eyes moved to the skeleton on the ground.

"She's not, she just thinks she's a breeder's livestock." Ellent's gaze followed He Ao's gaze to the bones on the ground, and then laughed, "There is no breeder in this farm, it's all livestock that raise livestock , in the end all livestock, will ripen to ultimate greatness."

"Being part of 'it'?"

He Ao answered.

"Did you see what I wrote in the room?"

Allen stared at He Ao, and he laughed.

"Your handwriting is not stable, trembling abnormally, which proves that you were afraid at that time."

He Ao commented calmly.

"Every animal will be afraid before the final moment, but when he transforms, the world will be completely different,"

Allen stared at He Ao, "Jess, you have an excellent and outstanding soul, staying here and becoming a part of that great existence will be the most correct decision you have ever made in your life."

"Are you mature?"

He Ao looked at the skinny Alente in front of him, "Then why do you still have such a strong self-will? Is it because the existence you believe in doesn't want you?"

"How can you guess the will of a great being! I was chosen to be the caretaker of this farm,"

Allen stared at He Ao, "Your soul is so delicious, great beings will also like you, integrate into us, and you can also get a great job like me."

"So what you're guarding includes the door behind you?"

He Ao looked over Alan Te's body and landed on the wall behind him. On the seemingly integrated wall, there were actually four indiscernible gaps, drawn in the shape of a door.

He actually found this door during the short scan when he opened the super memory. Judging from the structure of the whole building, the hall where He Ao is now is only a small part, and the larger area is still there. behind the door.

"Your greed will eventually lead you into the abyss." Allent stared at He Ao with his head down. "Livestock should not spy on things they shouldn't. If they cross their own fences, they will be doomed." .”

"Just like when you killed Tini for the commission?"

He Ao withdrew his eyes and stared at Alan Te.

"How dare you compare with that great existence!"

These words stimulated Alan Te, and his pious and crazy face suddenly twisted.

"I don't think it's great, it doesn't even deserve to be my friend."

He Ao stared at Alan Te's expression, and said slowly and calmly.

"Damn you!!!"

Alan Te's body fell to his knees on the ground again, he stared at He Ao, his bloodshot eyes widened, protruding from the eye sockets, and a distorted and messy voice came out of his mouth again.

"Eat him! He looks delicious!!!"

"The human body itself is weak, and it is evolution to integrate into a great existence!"

"We can go around behind him."

"Eat him! Eat him!"

"He tarnished our faith!!!"

Allen's expression became more and more distorted, and his originally stable rationality became chaotic again.

His thinking has been completely alienated by that unknown existence, and he has become a kind of distorted fanatic, who cannot tolerate any judgment on that unknown existence.

And He Ao's words, in his eyes, are tantamount to blasphemy, blaspheming his most important things.

He raised his head, staring at He Ao with red eyes, thick bones protruded from the back of that skinny body, and huge squirming flesh and blood grew out of those bones.

He Ao stared at the crazy Alente, staring at the hateful eyes.

At this moment, his eyes seemed to have traveled through time, returning to the day when Alan Te was acquitted and sent to a mental hospital for treatment.

Allente has the best defense lawyers, the most professional team, and almost perfect hospital certificates.

His hands were covered with blood, but he was not punished in the end.

Standing under the steps of the court at that time, Jess stared at Alent angrily.

He took out the pistol he carried with him, and wanted to die with the bastard, but was pinned to the ground by the rushing crowd.

He was restrained like this, watching Allen get into the car to the hospital with a provocative smile.

The world was so still then, as if everything had turned a dull gray.

Crows flew across the sky, and the mind of the man who was angry but unable to break free went blank.

Alente may have long forgotten the scene of that day, the crazy man who was more like a lunatic than him and rushed towards him with a gun.

Forget the anger in that man's eyes, forget that he used a rainstorm of bullets to destroy that man's last attachment in the world and the last ray of color in that man's life.

But Jace remembered.

He always remembers.

Even though he knew that the mysterious person might have killed someone long ago, he never gave up looking for the address of this mental hospital.

Time and time again, year after year.

Allen's body twisted constantly, and the thick bones protruding from his back supported his body and surrounded him.

He bowed his body and stared angrily at He Ao, at this arrogant man who disrespected his god.

Anger was burning in his heart.

He Ao stared at Alan Te in front of him, as if he was staring at the man who was crushed under the steps of the court, holding a pistol in his hand, angry but unable to do anything.

It's just that at this moment, the original ridiculer took the place of the angry one.

He Ao calmly stared at Alan Te's cheeks with cracked eyes, slowly raised his right hand forward, and spread it upwards.
"You come."

The twisted flesh and blood built a huge body, and the ear-piercing screams echoed in the narrow space.

The angry roar was like thunder, and the flying bones drew a strong wind.

Between the thunder and the strong wind, the thin man holding a short dagger stood there calmly, like an ancient mountain.

Standing tall in a violent world.

(End of this chapter)