Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

There was a strange smell of decay in the room, Beelzebub approached with a smile, his head was weirdly big.

Qianwu stared at the bloody mouth in front of him, doubting that he couldn't fill a single head.

The room was dead silent.

Jiang Chen suddenly turned over at this juncture, and mumbled a dream: "Qianwu."

"..."

Qian Wu stared at the big head in front of him, and said indifferently, "Don't sleep, wake up quickly."

Jiang Chen murmured in a low voice: "Baby...go back to your room...sleep obediently."

Qianwu was completely speechless, and the highlights in his black eyes gradually lost.

The tyrant in the story is the incarnation of flies, with a rotten stench.But Beelzebub's body has a child's milky fragrance, and it seems to be mixed with a faint trace of blood.

Qian Wu stared at him, and before the saliva was about to drip onto his face, he suddenly asked in a cold voice: "Do you still want to eat Scone?"

The big head on top of the head paused.

Qian Wu's eyebrows were sharp, and he said in the tone of an adult admonishing a child: "Your mother finally invited a few cooks, will your mother be happy if you do this?"

Hearing this, Beelzebub showed a hint of hesitation in his eyes, eager to try but timid.

"But I'm really not full." He sucked again as he spoke.

not full.

Qian Wu felt cold, "Have you eaten?"

"Hmm." Beelzebub clutched his stomach, "I just tasted it, it was really bad, I think it should be delicious."

After saying this, he looked at Qianwu eagerly again.

Who is fragrant?

The answer speaks for itself.

Qianwu's cold sweat drenched his back, and he suddenly felt something in his hand again at the critical moment.

It is the unique creaminess of paraffin, soft to the touch, a little cold, and it is bitingly cold after holding it for a long time.

He fumbled upwards calmly, until he touched the thin cotton wick, and then he was sure that it was the red candle that returned to his side inexplicably.

The black eyes drooped slightly, avoiding Beelzebub's longing gaze, and sighed softly, "Okay, I'll give it to you, but I have to light some wax first."

"Why?" Beelzebub asked, leaning on his head.

Qian Wu thought for a while, and replied sincerely: "Before I die, I want to take another look at that person on the ground, my ex-boyfriend."

"Huh? What is an ex-boyfriend?"

"Is it delicious?"

Beelzebub turned his head curiously to look at Jiang Chen who was sleeping soundly on the ground.

Taking advantage of this time, Qianwu immediately reached out and put the red candle on the head of the bed, and was about to touch a match, but the red candle burst into a cluster, and jumped out of a ball of bright red flames.

The flames fluctuated on the small head of the bed, covering every inch of warmth.

Beelzebub suddenly frowned.

He sniffed hard, "What's the smell?!"

Qianwu couldn't smell anything, he stared at the child through the candlelight, and said softly, "How can there be a smell?"

"I want to vomit." Beelzebub frowned more and more, he rubbed his stomach vigorously, and suddenly turned his head and wowed.

The strong fishy smell filled the room, and Qianwu cast a glance while holding back his nausea.

A puddle of undigested blood, mixed with hair, and a soft silver earring.

He recognized at a glance that it was the earrings of the fat middle-aged woman just now.

Qianwu felt suffocated for a while, and he endured the feeling of nausea to carefully distinguish the undigested hair—the curly hair, not Qu Ying's.

"I've lost my appetite." Beelzebub was suddenly depressed, "Let's talk about it tomorrow."

Qianwu asked vigilantly, "Do you want to go back to your room?"

"I don't." Beelzebub shook his head, hugged his arm, and squeezed him inside.

"I want to sleep with the most delicious food, and I can start it as soon as I have an appetite."

Qianwu's temples were throbbing with pain, and he wanted to push the kid away, but in an instant, he saw him innocently and coquettishly putting a big character on the bed, rubbing his stomach and saying, "It's so uncomfortable, if my mother knows that I'm eating recklessly, will scold me to death."

Qianwu stared at him, "Is your mother very fierce?"

"Very fierce." Beelzebub nodded.

Qianwu asked again, "She forbids you to eat people?"

"Not only people, she also forbade me to eat other things before."

"What else did you eat before?"

Beelzebub frowned and said, "I can't remember. When I was a child, I was a big fat man, and my mother hated me eating. Then I lost weight suddenly, and then I started to love eating people."

Qianwu was silent when he heard the words.

The red candle was still burning quietly.He just bet that Tang Jianzhu could help him just out of intuition, but he didn't expect that he could directly suppress the kid's appetite.

But the candlelight also made him very sleepy, and he felt so tired that he groped to lie down.

Beelzebub stuck it here again, and he wanted to push it away, but he closed his eyes involuntarily as soon as he lay down.

In the early morning, the rooster crowed, and the two adults on the bed opened their eyes at the same time.

Jiang Chen pressed his temples hard as soon as he got up, endured his headache and turned his head to look at the bed, looking at Qianwu.

Beelzebub was sleeping next to Qianwu, his gown was lifted up, revealing his round belly, stretched across Jiang Chen's windbreaker.

"..."

Mr. Commander's head hurts even more.

"you--"

A rare look of despair appeared on his face, "Why did you secretly take the boss back to the room for the night again?!"

Just as he was about to ask, the sleeping Beelzebub suddenly turned over and put his little hand on Qianwu's thigh.

Jiang Chen frowned suddenly, and stood up from the ground.

During the movement, he seemed to catch something out of the corner of his eye.He lowered his eyes and saw the puddle of digestives only a palm away from where he slept.

"It's dangerous." Qianwu smiled at him in a good mood: "Last night he almost vomited on your head."

"..."

Someone's face was horribly green.

Players who were woken up by the rooster came out of the room one after another, and were discussing the itinerary when they heard a bang in the room next to Beelzebub.

The military boot opened the door violently, Jiang Chen held Beelzebub's back collar in his hand, lifted the imp out of the air and threw it on the ground.

"Ouch!"

Beelzebub rubbed his butt vigorously, stared at the players, and said angrily, "Who! Who dares to throw me?!"

The players looked at each other, their terrified eyes flickering between him and Jiang Chen.

"You are already a big child." Jiang Chen warned with a gloomy face, "You must learn to sleep by yourself."

Beelzebub stared at him fiercely, and the two eyes met in the air, one fierce and the other cold and angry, neither of them would give in.

As soon as Qianwu walked out of the door, he was lucky enough to see this world famous painting.

He glanced over the crowd, and asked solemnly, "Is Qu Ying still sleeping?"

"That's right." Peng Peng was stunned for a moment, then walked behind in surprise, "Didn't she hear the rooster crowing?"

The door was pushed open, and the sound of broken thoughts stopped abruptly.

Peng Peng looked at the scene inside the door in horror, and couldn't even utter a scream.

The players who noticed something was wrong immediately gathered around the door, and then froze one by one.An unpleasant smell came out, and a man was so frightened that he peed his pants.

"Hee hee." Beelzebub scratched his head in embarrassment, "I gnawed on the head without eating it. She was too unpalatable."

Qianwu pushed aside the crowd and stepped forward.

The body of the middle-aged woman who said Beelzebub yesterday was lying on the side of the bed, all four limbs were present, but the head was gone.The neck was gnawed unevenly, and the muscles, bones and blood vessels were leaking out.The small wooden bed was soaked in blood, while Qu Ying was still sleeping on that bed, and her clothes were also soaked in blood. If it wasn't for her chest still moving regularly, people would think she was dead too.

The picture was too weird, and the two female players collapsed on the spot.

The scream finally woke up Qu Ying. She first opened her eyes blankly and looked at the terrified people at the door, then she seemed to feel a little sticky under her body, turned her head to look, rolled her eyes and passed out again.

Until everyone regained their composure and sat down in the yard, Qu Ying was still speechless.

"Beelzebub, you're messing around again." The woman's expression was ugly, staring at Beelzebub at the dining table, Beelzebub bowed his head and said nothing.

Jiang Chen said: "You asked us to help you, why don't you tell us the truth?"

The woman then yelled at Beelzebub even more severely: "Go back to your room and reflect on yourself!"

"Reflect on yourself." Beelzebub stood up suddenly, and the stool was brought to the ground by his actions. After taking two steps in anger, he turned back and muttered to fix the stool.

With a bang, the door was slammed shut.

The woman turned around and sighed.

"I believe everyone can see that Beelzebub is a ghost child." She whispered: "I got dirty when I was pregnant, and the old people in the village didn't let me give birth. Eat some raw meat and rats, and grow fat at the age of five."

"He doesn't look fat," said one player.

"He was fat when he was alive." The woman shook her head.

The players at the table were too scared to speak.

Qianwu asked: "Why did he die?"

After a long silence, the woman said in a low voice, "I forbade him to eat those dirty meats, but I didn't expect him to lose weight in just a few days, lose energy, and fell asleep on the seventh night and never woke up again. I cried and sent him to the burial team, but after another seven days, he suddenly came back. But people in the village began to disappear, and he went home with a red face every day, until that night—he never came home, and I went out to look for him. But I saw him eating the little girl next door, and that night, I found no shadow of him."

The woman held her face and sobbed in a very low voice: "I'm sorry Beelzebub."

Qianwu watched her cry indifferently.

"So the calamity of extinction after seven days refers to Beelzebub?"

The woman nodded, "At first, he ate several people a day, and he ate up most of the village in half a year. The passing god gave him a new name Beelzebub, and after naming it, it was enough for him to eat one person a day. But the god It is said that he can only hold back for one year, and make cakes according to the recipe within one year, and let Beelzebub eat them, so that he can permanently satisfy his gluttony. Otherwise, he will intensify and eat up the whole village in one go. It is still one year away There are seven days."

"I understand the truth." Peng Peng swallowed hard, "But can a scone really cure this disease?"

Jiang Chen said, "Obviously it won't be an ordinary Scone."

The woman didn't explain, but said: "I made sugar cakes, everyone, go out after eating. Counting from yesterday, you only have six days. By the way, you must bring Beelzebub back before sunset, otherwise he will eat it indiscriminately." Human."

Before departure, Beelzebub automatically followed him.

Qianwu found that he deliberately rubbed against her, obviously still obsessed with the most delicious food.

The roads in the village are rugged, and the players communicate while walking.

1.9 meters said: "Let's get acquainted first, my name is Chen Yong."

Yesterday, the person who proposed to cooperate to score points said: "My name is Jia Mao, and the two buddies behind me are my teammates."

Everyone introduced themselves one by one. When it was Qianwu and Jiang Chen's turn, someone recognized them again, but this time the players obviously didn't care about their identities.

Zhong Liye asked: "There are four people who don't have any teammates. They just finished dividing into groups, why are there single ones?"

Someone in the crowd suddenly realized, "Could you four be exiles..."

"Don't be stupid." Chen Yong interrupted him, "Five out of 25 of us survived last time. Four ships came to pick up people, and they all broke up."

He rolled up his sleeves while talking, two nerves, one is dark blue, and the other is almost transparent red.

The same is true for the rest.

A woman with a team said, "In terms of survival ratio, it is indeed reasonable."

Peng Peng frowned, "Is the survival rate so low? For example, there are six people in a team like yours. If you were forced to divide into four teams at the beginning, then at least nine of you survived."

"Nine of us survived, six of us in a group, and the remaining stragglers." The woman said, "But we had more than 50 people in the first copy, and only nine of us survived."

"..."

Peng Peng was dumb.

"Looking at it this way, the survival rate is [-] to [-] percent." Chen Yong asked Peng Peng again, "What about you?"

Peng Peng showed an embarrassed expression.

Chen Yong was even more curious, "How much?"

"Oh, I don't want to show off." Peng Peng scratched his cap, "25 people paid for it, and two of them died."

Collective shock.

Jia Mao immediately asked: "Did you meet a talented person leading the team?"

"Yes." Peng Peng suddenly thought of something again, sighed and said with a heavy sigh: "It's a pity that talented people don't care to form a team with us."

Qian Wu didn't intend to join the conversation at first, but when he heard this, he couldn't help but look back.

The handsome boy under the peaked cap had a dejected look on his face, and complained with superb acting skills: "I look down on us grassroots players."

Jia Mao sneered, "This is a good thing. It's unlucky for those who are talented in the dungeon. All the points were collected by him, and other players ran with their lives. If you want me to say, you should find a way to kill the talented first."

Hearing this, Jiang Chen gave him a cold look, but didn't say anything.

After walking for an unknown distance, Beelzebub suddenly jumped up and pointed to the small wooden house in front of him.

"Here we come. That's the grain store!"

Peng Peng took out the cookbook and said, "Buy flour, salt and sugar first."

"Wait." Jia Mao suddenly frowned and said, "Are we stupid? Don't we have these at home? Before we went out, we ate the sugar cake she made."

"You still think it's an ordinary raw material?" Jiang Chen looked at him and asked.

"What else could it be?"

As Jia Mao spoke, his eyes fell on the kid, and he paused suddenly.

Beelzebub grinned at him, "I seem to be a little hungry again, hurry up, I can't help it."

The crowd was silent.

"Boss! Buy flour! Sugar and salt!" Peng Peng rushed into the grain store first, patting the counter and shouting.

"Here we come." A hunchbacked old man with cloudy eyes came out from inside.

He saw Beelzebub at a glance, and his expression was a little uncomfortable.

"There is sugar and salt, but no flour." The old man said, "The road was blocked by heavy snow the day before yesterday, so merchants could not come in, and the flour was sold out."

Everyone turned their heads to look at the sunny midsummer sky outside, and fell silent.

Jia Mao frowned and asked, "When will it be available?"

"Seven days later," said the old man.

"..."

Beelzebub standing on one side suddenly yelled strangely: "Oh, my knee hurts so much."

This cry attracted everyone's attention, Qianwu squatted down to look at him, and asked, "Where does it hurt?"

"Knee." Beelzebub said while rubbing his calf.

Qianwu: "..."

Jiang Chen sneered and glanced at him condescendingly, "You're really thick-skinned, and you can act like a baby."

Beelzebub pursed his lips and said, "Mother said I'm still growing, and knee pain is normal, so I have to find a way to mend it."

Peng Peng immediately slapped his forehead, "We need calcium supplementation to grow up! Then we--"

The voice stopped.

He turned to look at the owner of the grain store with a frightened face.

The old man gave a sinister smile, and with malicious eyes, he said in a hoarse voice, "Yes."

"If you can't find flour, just go to the cemetery and ask the guards to pick up some ashes." He smiled narrowly, "It's delicious and fills the bones."

Suck.

"I think I can."

Beelzebub stared innocently, sucking back the saliva that almost reached his stomach.