God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

The air in the room was turbid and smelly, with a depressing dark dampness.

He Ziyun stood there, looking down at the heart in the iron plate, as if he could imagine that not long ago, its owner's chest was cut open bit by bit, and the heart was finally taken out alive.

And its owner was now lying on his back on the operating table under the incandescent lamp, covered in blood, and even his usual calm and soothing breathing could not be heard.

Perhaps because the air was too smelly, He Ziyun's hands spasmed unnaturally.

He walked forward slowly while holding on to the wall. His steps were slow and heavy, as if he was carrying a thousand pounds of weight, and his calves were shaking with every step he took.

He Ziyun didn't know how long it took him to walk to the operating table, and his eyes fell on Gui Wu little by little.

On the operating table, Gui Wu's eyes were closed tightly, his face was so pale that he looked lifeless, and even his lips were so white that they were almost transparent.

"...Ha," He Ziyun's eyelashes trembled, and he laughed softly, which was extremely clear in the silent operating room.

"fraud,"

The young man whispered, his eyes under the thick eyelashes gradually turned red, and the crystal clear water gradually spread: "I shouldn't believe it."

To be precise, you should not trust anyone.

Even though Gui Wu never responded directly to any of He Ziyun's words from beginning to end.

Gui Wu seemed to have really lost his breath completely.

He Ziyun leaned very close to him. With his vision blurred, he reached out and lifted up the white cloth covering Gui Wu's neck as if he had made up his mind.

Jiang Yan at the door could see it very clearly.

When the thin-looking young man raised his hand, his fingers were trembling.

The magnitude is so large that almost no movement can cover it.

Jiang Yan felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. He moved his eyes away and grinded his teeth, feeling that his eyes were a little sore.

This ghost place of Fengze...is really enough.

After the bloody white cloth was pulled off, the "wounds" on Gui Wu's body were completely exposed.

The body of the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy is pale and tight, probably because of the exercise he takes. The thin layer of muscles looks particularly beautiful and powerful under the illumination of incandescent lamps. Even the skin is so pale that it has a color as magnificent as white porcelain. .

——If you completely ignore Gui Wu’s entire chest and abdomen, which is almost not hollowed out.

The boy's abdomen, which should have been healthy and complete, was completely opened artificially. The flesh and blood were cut open and turned around with a scalpel. Scarlet blood spread in the abdominal cavity. Countless organs were cut with many knives, and all kinds of pus and blood Mixed...obviously someone was furious when he found out his heart was not working...

Looking around, I couldn't see even a little bit of intact parts.

The intense scarlet stung He Ziyun's eyes at that moment. His pupils almost shrank into slits due to fear, and the water that had been filling his eyes finally couldn't bear it and fell completely to the edge.

"Ha," the young man chuckled briefly and desperately, but he suppressed the sobs in his throat and turned into a strange and weird cry.

"Does it hurt?"

He Ziyun's calves were half-bent like a spasm, and finally he half-knelt on the floor as if he couldn't help it. His trouser legs were stained red by Guiwu's blood.

The young man finally couldn't help but lay down on the operating table and retched, not because of nausea, but because the beating heart in his chest was almost jumping to his throat, so that he had the feeling that he would spit out his heart at any time.

The retching lasted for probably tens of seconds. He Ziyun, who had nothing vomited out, closed his eyes. He looked very sad, so sad that his voice softened into a weird low tone:

"Sorry, I should have thought of it earlier..."

The source of the power of all dungeons is based on "Guiwu". When they first met, Guiwu claimed to be the "evil god". He Ziyun really believed it at first... but after so many dungeons, he began to doubt that as an "evil god" in the dark plane "God", which "evil god" will be exploited by humans step by step to the point where not even a single bone is left?

If "evil gods" can be exploited by humans so easily, why are there still people who are afraid of "evil gods"?

Is there a possibility...

All kinds of thoughts in He Ziyun's brain were like a mess, stimulating him to cry more frequently. It seemed that with just the slightest touch, he would burst into tears.

But this is all just an illusion.

Even though he couldn't see the young man's full appearance at this moment, Jiang Yan still hesitated and wanted to step forward to comfort him. He originally wanted to tell the young man that Gui Wu would not die, but now he looked a little scary...

But as soon as Jiang Yan took a step, he stopped where he was in shock.

"laugh."

The sound of flesh and blood being artificially pulled was extremely clear in the operating room. Along with the sound of dripping blood, a heart that had just grown into a small shape in Guiwu's chest was held by one hand.

The hand was slender and white, and even the joints seemed to be glowing with an attractive pink under the light. It looked harmless and soft, but at this moment, this hand was tightly held lightly.

"Waiting for a while," the owner of the hand was half-kneeling beside the operating table, his face was delicate and elegant, and his whole person exuded a gentle and harmless aura.

"Just wait a little longer," He Ziyun murmured softly, the tears on his face like strange transparent centipedes hanging on his cheeks.

"When you wake up, everything will be over..."

Jiang Yan was so frightened that he couldn't help but said in shock: "You, what are you doing?"

Whether it was an illusion or not, he felt as if the young man in front of him suddenly turned into another person...

As if he heard Jiang Yan's voice, the young man holding Gui Wu's new heart slowly raised his head. He turned his head in confusion and looked at Jiang Yan who was hesitating to come over by the door, and showed a very faint smile.

"What are you doing?" The young man tilted his head slightly, and a small, unclear pit appeared on his cheek, filled with transparent tears.

"I don't want him to continue to suffer," He Ziyun said calmly:

"I want him to wake up and face a whole new world."

A new world that seems peaceful, safe, beautiful and gentle.

Jiang Yan was a little confused. He looked at He Ziyun who spoke strangely with complicated eyes, and he didn't quite understand what the other person meant now.

new world? What kind of new world? Isn’t this the way the world is now?

"He can still survive," Jiang Yan, who didn't understand the young man's thoughts, simply stopped thinking deeply and comforted:

"As long as the heart completely grows back, he can live again, so don't be too difficult,"

"Then the intact heart was cut out, and it had no memory and continued to be reduced to a "living organ" that could be slaughtered? "

He Ziyun interrupted Jiang Yan's words, and the curve of his lips became deeper and deeper:

"This is so disgusting," the young man said in a low voice, soundlessly.

"This world that uses "gods" to exist is so disgusting..."

He was really fed up with this feeling of being unable to decide anything.

too disgusting.