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The sticky mass of flesh and blood gathered by the organs squirmed and crawled frantically on the ground, dragging out a long bloodstain.

Meng Yan resisted the stench pouring into his nostrils, and gripped the iron pipe tightly to distance himself from this thing.

"Give me your body..."

"It's so dark, so dark, I can't see anything..."

"Why do I only have my heart left, where is my body..."

"I'm so hungry, where's my stomach..."

The wailing voices of countless innocent souls filled the entire bathroom with an extremely terrifying atmosphere. Dirty black blood trickled down the sewer, and rotten juice emerged from the walls one after another.

Meng Yan only felt that the world in front of him became blood-red, and the wall was distorted and deformed, as if it was in the body cavity of a creature, with a strange sense of life, and the tiles under his feet became less hard, and the touch felt like a living thing. of meat.

He wiped off the foam all over his body, and pointed the tip of the iron pipe at a pair of lung lobes that were leaping forward.With a puff, the lobe of his lung was pierced by him, and the scream of the innocent soul became even more piercing.

Just when Meng Yan was about to make persistent efforts, his ankles were suddenly shackled by a force.

He looked down and saw that the tiles had turned into a muddy swamp of flesh and blood, sinking his calf deeply, like a pair of big hands clenched tightly, making it impossible for him to move.

Meng Yan was startled, and before he had time to compete with the ground, he raised his hand and pushed away the other organs that were rushing towards him.But it wasn't over yet, and more flesh and blood gushed out of the ventilation duct that was making abnormal noises.

Arms, thighs, big and small brains, all hit the ground, and crawled towards Meng Yan one after another, trying to replace Meng Yan's organs and find a place for himself.

Right now, Meng Yan has been pushed to a desperate situation, even if he is so powerful, there is no way to lick his leg.

The power of this room is obviously beyond the scope of ordinary people.

Countless bloody, persistent viscera twisted the steel pipe and climbed up the pole. The only thing Meng Yan can do now is to cut off his legs, so it seems that there is still a way to survive.

but……

He didn't even have the ability to give up his legs, and even the iron rod, the only weapon, was covered with internal organs, and he threw it on the ground.

Meng Yan was anxious, he was not reconciled, he felt that he was not so weak, he still had great power hidden in his body.Faced with such a predicament, he should be able to easily solve it.

He still had unfinished business to do, how could he die in such a small situation?

Although Meng Yan recalled the past very slowly and painfully, he felt in his heart that he was the one who should dominate the battlefield.

The organs were no longer hindered, and they had already begun to crawl along Meng Yan's calf, and the weird feeling of sticking to his body was enough to make people feel sick and get goose bumps all over his body.

The eyeballs rolled the fastest, and two lifeless spheres stretched out nerve tentacles and crawled towards Meng Yan's eye sockets. Meng Yan even heard their inner voices.

"Hey, goug out his eyes, I can live in, this body is mine now!"

The cold tentacles began to invade Meng Yan's eye sockets, and Meng Yan could feel the thin silk threads scratching his eyelids, trying to tear his eyeballs out.

At this critical moment, Meng Yan tried his best to mobilize his brain to think of other solutions. The more he thought about it, the more painful his brain became, but it was also because of this extremely strong explosion that without his knowledge, the fusion of body and soul became more rapid. .

His spirit has reached a breaking point.

Suddenly, the tip of Meng Yan's tongue burned.

Call me, say my name...

In danger, only I can save you...

All things in life, all things return to one, beyond the wheel of time, the shadow of space, and all spaces and times are gathered here, and I am the door.

May the light of the One of all shine on you forever...

my name is……

"The key to the door!"

The tip of his tongue hurt sharply, and a silver-white totem resurfaced.

The dream messenger is connected with the spirit of the god's favored person. Even if he has changed his body, as long as the spirit is strong enough, the dream messenger will still respond to the master's call.

It was also at the moment when the Dream Envoy appeared that Meng Yan's mind was clear and his actions were no longer sluggish.

The soul-leaving disease disappeared, and his too powerful spirit directly forcibly dominated the body, even if the degree of fusion was still not high, he was completely under control.

He is not acting with the skin, but directly using his spirit to control this body, he completely gave up the fusion.

But this made him sharper.

Congratulations, your dream has been upgraded to the third stage.

The suture of the key of the door is a new form born from the gifts of the outer gods, and it will only actively fuse with the dreamer when the user is in danger.

Dream Envoy features "Time" and "Space" have been activated.

Please explore the function by yourself.

Meng Yan spat out what was in his mouth, and a gleaming silver-white hollowed-out long needle landed in his palm.

The appearance of the sutures has changed.

The part of the embroidery needle becomes larger and stronger, and the spiritual power can support it to form a more exquisite and gorgeous shape.Although it still looks like a needle, Meng Yan vaguely feels that it is more like a key.

It has a new name, the Key to the Door.

The placenta bestowed by Shab Nicholas is combined with the key bestowed by the One Who Returns All to One, and this seems to be the complete form that his Dreamer should have.

Meng Yan's expression froze.

For the time being, he didn't think about whether it was a coincidence or destiny, or whether it was designed, and now he had to clean up the garbage in this bathroom.

The long needle rose into the air, pierced the two eyeballs at a speed that was almost invisible, and flung them aside.

The tentacles that invaded the eye sockets were also smashed to the corner of the wall along with the eyeballs.

And the organs that sensed Meng Yan's resistance moved faster.

"You must be controlled by something." Meng Yan was injured in the eye, and blood flowed down the eye socket. "This tells you to change masters."

He rubbed his cheek, and the tiny break in the capillary healed quickly.

The current man no longer stutters, he thinks clearly, and controls the long needle to shuttle back and forth in the organ.

In Meng Yan's eyes, the heart, brain, hands and feet, and flesh and blood satisfying the second skill are props that can be used one by one, and his needles are quickly stitching these organs together.

In just a few seconds, a deformed monster appeared.

The emissary, who had no external skin and was purely composed of limbs and internal organs, became extremely docile from the aggressive side, and half-kneeled at Meng Yan's feet.

He is not satisfied yet.

With the reappearance of the Dream Envoy's totem, the Favored Person interface, which had disappeared for a long time, also came back into view.

Meng Yan looked strangely at the small red map icon in the upper right corner, and then opened the package with kindness, and poured out all the strange-shaped corpses collected inside.

"Don't you want a body? Come on."

The silver needles trembled, rapidly weaving monsters that would only appear in nightmares one after another. The organs that were still gathered in a pool were simply not enough.

Only a few minutes later, all the organs in the flesh and blood bath became Meng Yan's servants.

As if he had been greatly frightened and shocked, and lost the supply of resentment from the innocent souls, the blood color in the entire space quickly faded, and the shower head that kept spraying blood was closed again with a bang.

In the blink of an eye, here is the luxurious bathroom of the Tiger Arena again.

Meng Yanmi tilted the messengers under his feet, letting them crawl out of the boxing ring along the ventilation duct.

Then, he got back to his business—showering.

Being smeared with lung leaves or something, it felt really uncomfortable, even if the blood on his body was just an illusion, he still had to wash it off.

After finishing his personal hygiene, he wiped off the water droplets on his body, casually tore off a bath towel and tied it around his waist, and walked out of the bathroom with a normal expression.

This time, the door handle can be turned.

"Yanyan, are you done washing?"

Meng Yan looked at Ruishen who had been guarding the door with cold eyes, like a good boyfriend.

"Give way, block the place, get in the way."

Ruishen was startled when he heard the familiar tone, and quickly raised his head, "You...recovered?"

"if not."

Meng Yan took a deep breath, and when he was taking a shower just now, he replayed everything he had experienced in the past few days in his mind.

"I'll talk to you when I get home." He walked to the locker and changed into his coat.

The coach, who didn't understand what kind of riddle the two were playing, could only quickly walk from the backstage exit to the parking lot, planning to start the car first.

"Yanyan..." Ruishen felt a little apprehensive.

"Don't talk to me right now." Meng Yan finally regained the appearance that a captain should have from a silly and sweet man with no roots.

At the same time, Zhao Jinfeng's temporary captain authority suddenly disappeared, which surprised him.

No one in the Nightmare Squad knew what was going on.

"Let's go, go home first." Ruishen knew that Meng Yan must be in a mess right now, so he decided not to disturb him for now.

He leads the way for his sweetheart.

The two went all the way from the door of the bathroom to the parking lot. Suddenly, Meng Yan's keen intuition noticed something was wrong.

He took a step forward, and a knife fell behind him. If he didn't dodge, he might have fainted on the spot.

"Mo Jiahe?"

"Captain?!" Mo Jiahe immediately appeared.

"You are planning to kidnap me in the parking lot." Meng Yan smiled.

"Don't hide, come out quickly, the captain recognized me!!" Mo Jiahe pulled people closer to the Whale Song channel, and Lin Manshu's cheers were the loudest.

"Stop pretending, too." Meng Yan withdrew his smile, and looked at Ruishen with a cold face.

Ruishen showed his original face aggrieved.

"It turns out that none of you are dead, it's great!" Mo Jiahe's usual cold and arrogant image also collapsed a little because of the emotion.

"Let's go, go to my house and have a chat. I happen to be in a mess right now. You guys have to clear it up for me." Meng Yan took out Ah Tian's cell phone, called the coach, and told them to go back to the club first.

Home?

The team members who reunited after a long absence were a little puzzled.

And Ruishen hooked the corner of his mouth secretly.

No matter how indifferent Yan Yan behaved, didn't he still admit the family of the two of them.

After leaving the parking lot, Zhao Jinfeng and others who were guarding outside all walked out of the alley. Looking at these familiar faces, Meng Yan was inevitably touched.

Lin Manshu threw herself directly into Meng Yan's arms, attracting the attention of the two men.

But neither Zhao Jinfeng nor Ruishen stopped her.

Lin Manshu has been with Meng Yan for the longest time, and I am afraid that the deepest relationship is the deepest among all the team members.

Meng Yan patted Lin Manshu's shoulder with a smile, and the girl wiped away her tears and stood up straight.

"Everyone, I'm back."