time stop 499 years

——You seem to have come to an incredible area?

——Due to the lack of support from the strange existence, the bone flute can no longer travel to the inner world, please contact the energy node by yourself to project.

Location: Unknown area of ​​the Human Scalp Paper World

Time: July 2019, 7, the 7th year of the World Fog Era.

——Please explore by yourself, the return method is unknown.

Wu Hao: ""

This should be the consequence of him defeating the weird existence in the bone flute.

That thing actually dropped the pick and quit!

hateful!

"As the saying goes, if you send Buddha to the West, what are you doing in this area?"

"Besides, at least give yourself some information. What's going on in this area?"

Wu Hao muttered in his heart, quite speechless.

Don't think too much about it, as long as it comes, it will be safe.

He began to explore this strange area.

At this time, Wu Hao realized that after he entered this area, his appearance also changed.

There are no runes and other messy things in the body.

There are only strange information bodies like information flow and programs.

And the appearance of the whole body is a scarlet ghost claw, in addition to that, it is the chaotic and nameless fog surrounding the ghost claw.

After this guy entered this place, he seemed to be suppressed and changed, and Wu Hao couldn't sense its emotions for the time being.

From a handsome humanoid ghost body to a huge ghost claw, this feeling is indeed a bit weird.

With a thought, Wu Hao was immersed in the information body of Ghost Claw, and some information was captured by him.

——The knocker (incomplete)

——This is a terrifying ghost, but somehow it is incomplete, leaving only a ghost claw that can knock on the door and seduce souls.But don't underestimate it. The ghost knocks on the door in the middle of the night. The power of this ghost may exceed the limit of human imagination.

——Forcibly launch the ghost knocking on the door event, the power depends on the strength of the information contained in it.

This should be the result of only projecting part of the power.

In addition to adapting to the rules of this world, there are some slight changes.

Wu Hao nodded.

It seems that the information body of this world exists like a rune.

Exists in the body of these ghosts.

"I just don't know, can you think of a way to win it?"

Wu Hao glanced at the ghosts around him, planning secretly in his heart.

Now is not the time to act, further explore this world, and after confirming what this strange space is, it is not too late to take the next step.

Two days later, Wu Hao stood in a crack in the ground, grabbed an eyeball out of it, squeezed it fiercely, and the latter shattered instantly, but returned to its original state after a while.

Another eyeball popped out of the crack, the same one as before, without any change, nor was it angry because of Wu Hao's actions, it just looked at him a little strangely, staring at him firmly, as if to remember his appearance Live in general.

These things, like ghosts, cannot be killed in this area!

It won't be long before these monsters will revive and wander the world again, repeating their previous actions.

There seems to be no will, no emotion, just a rule.

It is absolutely impossible for Wu Hao to seize the information bodies in these monsters.

This must be a world of human scalp and paper, that's for sure.

But definitely not the world in which humans live.

Of course, he is not without the slightest gain.

A page of bloody newspaper was held in his hand, which he tore off from the face of a ghost.

Originally, I just wanted to see what the newspaper was covering the ghostly face, but I didn't expect that there were many absurd words written on the newspaper.

——The world is an egg shell, peeling off layer after layer.

——I don't like to eat egg shells, the inside is more delicious.

——This is the most illusory, distorted, absurd, and terrifying eggshell world. The rules here are distorted and tampered with, mixed with the emotions and will of creatures, the hatred of heaven and earth, and the shattering of the world, giving birth to countless indescribable of things.

—Can you imagine yourself on an eggshell?

—How about we peel it off?

Chapter 150

This bloody newspaper is very interesting.

I don't know what kind of material it is made of, but it feels like nothing in the hand, with almost no weight at all.

And the font above will change, and some interesting information will appear from time to time.

Of course, most of it is disjointed.

"Egg shell world?"

"It seems that someone has said this before."

Wu Hao remembers that some scholars speculated that our world is actually a world similar to egg shells, or a world similar to Russian dolls.

We just live in a certain layer, and the deeper we go, the denser the material rules are, and the more prominent the reality of the world is.

And the further outside, the more absurd and bizarre the world is, full of distortions.

The eggshell world, in another way, is the outside world and the inside world!

"So, I should be in the outer world? In the egg shell near the outside? And the so-called scalp paper world is the inner world, the egg yolk?"

Wu Hao was a little stunned.

No wonder, the bone flute can't lead itself directly into the world of human scalp and paper, after all, the rules there must be very strict and dense, and there are very few cases where it can be twisted and twisted.

A few days later, Wu Hao discovered something very interesting.

Some ghosts quietly disappeared under his nose.

Completely disappeared.

No matter how hard I looked, I couldn't find it.

After encountering this situation several times in a row, he found that some ghosts that had disappeared actually reappeared, with a much stronger aura, and some even had a strong smell of blood on their bodies.

Others never came back.

died?

Or was it left in that egg yolk?

Thinking of the surface world and the inner world, Wu Hao had some guesses in his mind.

However, he is not quite sure about his guess.

Those ghosts that suddenly disappeared or reappeared probably invaded the inside of the egg shell by some means.

Just, what is this method?

How should he get in?

Wu Hao knew nothing.

No one can tell him.

A few more days passed.

Wu Hao saw the three-headed ghosts he had just seen here.

It's an old friend too.

Blood pool, skull headless ghost, tombstone arm.

Back then, the three monsters, the skull and the arm of the tombstone all disappeared suddenly, and now they came back unexpectedly.

It should be the inside of the egg shell.

It's just a little strange that the arm of the tombstone somehow snatched the headless ghost and installed it on his body. Behind the tombstone, a small dilapidated grave also began to appear.

Judging by his momentum, he is much stronger than before.

And looking at the skull, it was almost completely destroyed, and several finger marks were deeply pressed on the white skull.

The size of the imprint is the same as the finger on the arm of the tombstone.

"In this space, ghosts can't do any harm. So how did the arm of the tombstone capture the headless ghost and cause damage to the skull?"

"Could it be that in the other world, ghosts can devour each other?"

Wu Hao Ghost Claw's body kept floating in the black ghost mist, thinking for a while.

As for the inner world, his desire to go in became more intense.

Wu Hao guessed that if he wanted to go in, he could only rely on the energy nodes to contact by himself, and gradually infiltrate his own power from the outer eggshell to the inner egg yolk.

The so-called energy nodes are actually maggots that drill into the eggshell, as long as Wu Hao can get in touch with it, he can enter.

But now, the maggots in the egg shells still haven't communicated, and he has no choice but to go in.

He seems to be a greedy voyeur, looking at the extremely prosperous inner world, but he can't get in anyway.

Can only drooling greedily.

Time is like this, passing by day by day.

The World of Human Scalps, Boothwell County, New England.

8 month 9 number.

Jarrell seemed a little crazy.

Delirious.

He hasn't stepped out of his apartment for many days, just sitting there in a daze, looking at the thread relief in his hand motionlessly.

Around the house, there are papers smeared with red pen.It can be seen that there are golden twisted coffins, dark and oppressive mist, and many abstract paintings that are twisted to the extreme.

"It's coming soon, it's coming soon!"

"It's coming out, it's coming out"

"The Presence in the Golden Coffin"

Jarrell's expression was distorted, and there was a trace of black gas in his eyes. At this moment, there was no breath of living people at all, and he was full of the ominous smell of death.

With a ferocious smile, he pulled out his eyes bit by bit, stuffed them into his mouth, and chewed slowly.

There was no trace of blood in the eye socket that lost the eyeball, it looked as if it had dried up for a long time.

His body has already turned into a mummy!

"hey-hey"

"whee"

"It's getting more and more interesting"

In endless whispers and laughter, in ominous fear,

Gradually, night came!

No one noticed that at some point, layers of black mist filled the huge apartment.

Under the cover of the night, the fog has unknowingly filled the 11th floor of the apartment where Jarrell is located.

Midnight, one o'clock.

The darkest, deepest, and most cloudy time of the day.