Latent Syndrome

Chapter 76 76. Huge Roots

In the dilapidated wooden house in the forest, some trophies and tools were piled on the table soaked in decay.

Heller's bright red eyes and expression of madness were extremely violent as he was so excited that his skull collapsed.

"The people here have completely degraded because of their isolation."

"So much so that a new race was completely separated."

Her shirt was covered in blood and black pulp, and she was pouring tools on the wooden table while muttering meaningless words.

The facial features of the people Heller killed were completely stacked up by the defects of inbreeding or physiological diseases. In her imagination, their average intelligence was pitifully low, and they were infected by the chaotic madness sweeping the world. Make a fool of yourself with evil tentacles.

In their swamp culture, the ancient legacy of historical blood is filled with obscure murders and incest, spells, sacrifices, evil worship, and unspeakable violence and perversion.

"Getting better..."

"Getting better..."

She repeated it twice in a row. She found a hockey stick mask from nowhere and put it on her face. She also killed a deformed monster, tore off his bizarre and absurd fingers and took the chainsaw.

Buzz buzz...

She turned on the chainsaw to the maximum power. In this fallen bad land full of killing and terror, it was as intoxicating as heaven, and she couldn't help but let out a wanton scream.

Bang bang...

Something hit the door of the wooden house, first twice quietly, then louder and louder. The wooden door shook painfully and was about to be shattered.

Right now!

Heller picked up a chainsaw and leaned through the window wearing a scary hockey stick mask.

Her accent had a chillingly playful tone to it.

“Here’s Johnny.”

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As a waterfall of blood surged, a strange creature with a body and a sheep's head was cut in half, and all the things that filled it poured down and smeared all over the ground.

Colin gradually felt bored. His speed was not unpleasant. He injected extradimensional energy into his legs and followed his own pace, which was no slower than a car.

And now he has been wandering in this dark jungle for several hours, and there is still no sign of leaving.

Because they encountered many strange creatures on the way, even chitinous monsters with bloody fleshy wings. Occasionally, they could also see some humanoid creatures, but they did not look like humans and only used simple killing tools.

It took Colin a lot of energy to eliminate these creatures. If he continued to waste a lot of energy, it would be exhausted soon. He had to use low-cost methods and use some basic weapons to snatch a short handle from a humanoid creature. Although the ax was crudely made, the black blade was sharp enough for chopping.

He has now confirmed that this is not a dream, and all the animals, plants and environment are extremely real.

As for the origins of those humanoid creatures, Colin still didn't know. They were not infected at all. They had no visions or abilities. Although they looked ragged, they were all dressed like small town residents, including sawmill suspenders. Most of them wore trousers or some butcher's leather aprons. They couldn't speak and could only attack indifferently, as if they were parasitized by some creature.

An ominous premonition slowly enveloped him. The police officers who came to look for the mayor's daughter, including herself, were most likely to have fallen into this place and lost their information, and the SIM card location was completely invalid.

The things he has experienced and the people he has met are so crazy that no matter what happens now, he will no longer be surprised.

Because he has gradually adapted to this rotten and decaying dark jungle, he no longer cares about whether it is disgusting or not.

The strange eyes followed the blood vessels spreading out of the boots to observe his surroundings without blind spots. He could see the tiny contractions and jitters, and even the imaging of heat.

"Come out, I've found you."

Colin said coldly, someone has been secretly observing here since before this battle started.

But still nothing happened.

"I know the most sinister anatomy and the physiology that makes your scalp tingle."

pound.

A flying ax was thrown in that direction, hitting the tree where the man was hiding accurately, causing him to collapse to the ground in fear, revealing his true appearance.

It was a dirty man with a disabled arm and a cane. His body was covered in filth, and insect tissue remained at the corner of his mouth.

Colin walked over slowly, pulled out the ax from the tree, and looked down at the man. Perhaps his appearance was unbearable, but he was also extremely nervous now. His lips were rolling but he could not speak, and his hair was twisted and lame. Shaking.

Fear is a precious quality, Colin had to feel this way.

This shows that this person is rational, and he does not look aggressive in any way, nor does he have any strange substances growing in his body. He seems to be an ordinary person.

This discovery made Colin relax a little, indicating that it was possible for ordinary people to survive here, but judging from the corner of his mouth, it seemed that the catering problem was not easy to solve.

"Do you know this woman?"

Colin took out the photo of the mayor's daughter from his arms and showed it to him.

The disabled man nodded.

This answer made Colin's heart drop. He finally had a clue about the mayor's daughter, but what exactly was this guy's identity? He didn't look like someone who would travel with a rich family's daughter. He was a lost person passing through Baishi Town. Or the indigenous people here.

"Can you speak?"

Colin was most concerned about this. If this person was mute, it would be useless.

He shook his head.

Colin: "..."

"Take me to the woman in the photo and I will keep you safe."

Colin helped him up.

However, he made a roar that lacked vocal organs, and after being helped up, he made gestures that Colin could not understand at all.

He had no idea what he wanted to express.

The disabled man pointed in one direction with a wooden cane filled with coke-condensed material. He walked forward and danced with his long, dry fingers, as if he were moving with an insect.

His face was too ugly, with some erythematous psoriasis and fine, swollen pimples.

Although judging people by their appearance is quite vulgar and a common precious quality of mankind, Colin had to have some doubts about whether this disabled mute was going to lead him to some dangerous place.

But there is really no breakthrough at the moment. Wandering around in the jungle alone is not an option. Even if there is some twisted and evil hell ahead, Colin has no choice but to follow him.

Walking on the withered green grass, there were occasional popping sounds. The disabled man walked very slowly, and Colin became increasingly impatient in the process.

After walking for about half an hour, Colin discovered that he was not moving in one direction, but followed a special pattern, turning sometimes.

Finally, they came to an extremely thick withered green root. It was hard to imagine what kind of giant tree it was. The roots dug out of the soil were thicker than the house. Covered by the thick black mist, they could not see at all. to the end of the roots.

The ground was covered with some ugly white coelenterate bugs, which were extremely young and densely packed like normal maggots.

And on that stem, there were inlaid... or it would be more appropriate to describe it as fusion, with some humans whose skin had dried up and turned gray-white. They were still twitching, and there were about a dozen of them.

Colin could tell that their clothes were relatively trendy and they should be outsiders. Their expressions were in extreme pain when they were melted into the roots. They were curled up or their limbs were twisted backwards. Their strength was extracted but they tried to struggle hard, but they were trapped deep in the roots and could only It was twitching, and no sound could be made. The face was completely covered by the wood bark, only the faint facial features were protruding, and it was twitching as the roots drew in.

That disabled man.

He actually started beating those people who were integrated into the tree with wooden sticks.

"What are you doing?"

Colin stopped him quickly, but he didn't know how to rescue these people. They seemed to have completely integrated into it and became one, unable to be peeled apart.

But the ugly face of the mute disabled man was extremely angry, and he only made weird deaf-mute shouts and made random and unclear gestures.

"Hold……"

This is so fucking...

Crazy.

Even Colin thought so too.