I am not human

Having said that, after a moment of calmness, Muman reconnected with the dog, crushed the plane trees near the mountain and sea beasts into light spots, and slowly injected them into the injured body.

"Don't expect too much." He said to Phoebe, "I will help you stop the bleeding at most, no matter how much I really can't do..."

The dog nodded weakly, quietly watching the firefly-like light drift towards him little by little, and gently closed his eyes.This Muman was so tired that his limbs were weak and his mouth was dry. He subconsciously moved his hand to the side, wanting to drink some water to replenish it. When he took a look at the water glass, he found that it was already empty.

"Xu Moyi?" He raised his voice and yelled. Seeing this, Lin Hongle quickly went to get him a glass of water, and then said, "Moyi went upstairs. There is an old computer in the study on the second floor."

As soon as he heard "computer", Muman couldn't help but glanced at Xiao Hei.The other party was still sitting in front of the screen and typing on the keyboard, as if he didn't pay attention to it at all.Noticing his gaze, Lin Hongle explained in a low voice: "His TV is not allowed to be touched by others."

"I know, the question is why does Xu Moyi need a computer?" Muman was a little surprised.Lin Hong said happily: "Didn't you get a picture from Jiufang just now? Mo Yi thinks maybe she can find out what it is."

"Her?" Muman sneered and shook his head, drank the water in the glass in one gulp, with "You seem to be teasing me" written all over his face.Lin Hongle turned around and refilled another glass for him, and handed it to him: "Don't do this, Mo Yi also wants to help..."

"Well, this is indeed worthy of praise." Muman said, his eyes brushed over Xiao Hei, and then landed on the jade board in front of him: "Let's go back to the original topic. It has to be recalled, but this will put even more pressure on Suan Ni and Thor. And that vampire is definitely a big problem... The dog said he went to the southwest, and we'd better avoid confronting him on the bar..."

"Southwest?" Lin Hongle turned around and slid on the jade board, revealing a large blank space in the lower left corner, "Is there anyone in that direction?"

"It was originally under the jurisdiction of Suanni, but he should not care about it now." Muman bit his nails and said, "Most of the passages are connected to the east and west sides, and Suanni is the most difficult. There is Thor in the east. And Zhu Polong, the only one on the west side... If I remember correctly, his location should be in the northwest corner now." Muman said, glanced at the map, and suddenly frowned: "I'll go, the map of the southwest How did it get erased so much?!"

"That's why I asked you if there is anyone in that direction." Lin Hongle said, and gestured in the blank area with his finger, "Look here, the nearby images are all intact, only a very complete piece is left in the middle. It's like an artificial island."

"Rather than an isolated island, it's better to say it's a dead city. A city full of despair." On the other side, Xiao Hei said quietly.

Noticing the stunned gazes of the other two, he lazily raised his eyes and said calmly, "Look at me, I'm not wrong. I dare not mention anything else. I am a professional in sensing death."

"..." Muman looked at him dubiously, and suddenly remembered another thing.

In this blank area, there should also be channels to be transferred, and there should be quite a few of them.

But I don't know when, no monsters came out from this area.

None.

Langdon walked slowly along the sidewalk, glancing down at his pocket watch from time to time, regretting that he had come to such a place.

The blood race has been dealing with blood all year round, but this does not mean that he likes blood, especially this kind of blood that has no aesthetic feeling at all.

The streets were covered with blinding red, and the foul-smelling liquid gurgled towards the drain, but it couldn't flow cleanly.Miserable monsters can be seen everywhere, heads and viscera are strewn on the railings beside the road, and wet intestines hang dangling from the street lamps until they hang down to the ground.

A corpse as large as a hill was lying in front of him, one side of the eyes protruded so much that it almost fell off.Langdon closed his eyes in disgust, carefully put the pocket watch into his inner pocket, and then stretched out his hands, his body turned into a black mist and floated over the mountain-like corpse lightly.

From the top down, the scene is even more tragic.The fragments scattered on the ground didn't look like corpses, but rather like filth that was swallowed roughly and then spit out immediately.If his consciousness was not clear enough, he would even think that he had accidentally entered the stomach of a huge monster, and together with this street, became the food that monster swallowed.

The black mist condensed, and Langdon's figure reappeared, but the state of mist remained below his calves, refusing to fall to the ground—it was too dirty, really too dirty.

At first he thought that this might be a battlefield, where a tragic battle broke out, but now it seems that this is impossible - there is no battle here, only massacre, unilateral massacre.

A bicycle fell on the side of the road, and the wheels were still spinning non-stop, occasionally making a stagnant sound.A figure in a military overcoat was sitting next to the bicycle, his body was hunched, shrunk into a shriveled ball, motionless, like a selaginella lacking water.

Langdon's expression remained unchanged, and he slowly approached the figure holding his breath, stretching out the five fingers of his right hand, and the black sharp long armor protruded from the fingertips.The man's body moved suddenly, and he asked, "Zombie?"

Langdon paused suddenly, the man turned his head, glanced at Langdon lightly, asked himself and answered, "Oh, I guessed wrong, it's a vampire."

His voice was hoarse and dry, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, but his words naturally carried an inexplicable power, which made Langdon feel a strange feeling in his heart.

Langdon, who lived in a superior position and was fearless since he was a child, couldn't understand and explain this feeling.But if there was a third person present at this time, he would be able to describe it clearly - that "inexplicable power" is called "repression"; and that "strange feeling" is called "fear".

"You foreigners are really hard to recognize, your breath is not obvious, and you copy our zombies..." The man stood up, talking nonsense, and Langdon saw his appearance clearly—it was just a very ordinary-looking man. The middle-aged man, with disheveled hair and unshaven beard, looked listless, with a dim golden light in his eyes.

"That's your companion." He pointed to Langdon casually. In the direction of his finger, there was a pile of severed limbs and arms. On the top was a head with wide-open eyes and lips Between them is a pair of shining fangs.

Langdon only glanced at it, then looked away.The man turned his head to look at him, and said curiously: "It was your companion who died, but you don't seem to care at all."

"Sacrifice is inevitable." Langdon said indifferently, his pupils turned completely black, "Everything is for the ultimate goal."

"Target?" The man raised his eyebrows amusedly, "Do you have that kind of thing?"

Langdon frowned, not wanting to pay any heed to this stupid remark. "Who are you?" he asked, "Are you from the Academy of Everything?"

The man ignored him, but asked again: "What is your goal?"

Langdon pursed his lips: "Or, is it just the enemy of the mentor?"

"What the hell is a mentor?" The man raised his hand and scratched his head, his nails were filled with mud. "What the hell is the School of Everything? I don't know anything about it."

"I just want to know... what is your goal?" His eyes locked on Langdon, and the two golden lights in his pupils flickered like candles in the wind, "What do you want?"

Langdon's throat tightened, his fingers bent unconsciously, and he assumed a posture ready to attack: "What's the matter with you?"

"It's none of my business, I just feel sorry for you." The man said, walking towards Langdon slowly, "What do you want? This is probably an unsolvable question, because I can't see anything from your eyes. You look like you want to do something big, but you actually don’t want to do anything, you don’t want anything, because you already have nothing. It’s like an ant that was put on a leaf and thrown into the water. Claiming to go to the stars and the sea, but in fact, it’s just an insect that just drifts with the current. No self, no desire, no goal, just waiting to drown—or, you’re already dead.”

He stopped a dozen meters away from Langdon: "As early as the moment you lost it, you were in pain like crazy, right?"

The darkness in his eyes dissipated, and Langdon stared blankly at the man in front of him. His heart, which had been unable to beat for a long time, suddenly wailed and twitched, as if a box of pain had been opened instantly, shooting out countless sharp needles, one by one. pierced into the organs.

"Why would you know?" He shook his head in bewilderment, questioning.The man seemed to smile, and then disappeared in front of Langdon.

After a few breaths, his voice came from behind Langdon: "Because I am similar."

There was a soft "pop", as if he had thrown something to the ground.A strange chill came from his right shoulder, and Langdon turned his head slowly, seeing his empty arm, thick blood dripping slowly.

I really walked into the stomach of a monster.He was vaguely aware, suddenly a little funny.

And now, I'm finally going to be food too.