forced to be pampered by monsters

The pool of blood on the ground was bright red, and the drops of water that fell from the top of the leaves left a meandering trace, which didn't even smell a trace of blood. Instead, it was more like the juice from crushed roses, seeping into the ground to nourish the soil.

No matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with the believers who were standing here just now.

This weird sight made the other four believers vigilant and stopped attacking Cocoon.

However, before they could react, the human in the cocoon seemed to be half exhausted and fell unconscious on the grass.

Several believers were already extremely excited under the effect of the nest surge, and they became even more unscrupulous when they saw this. The farthest believer opened its mouth full of fangs, and once again flung its flesh in the sleepless direction.

"puff--"

The transparent cocoon burst with a sound, the flesh slowly retracted, and the cold wind immediately poured in from the pierced gap.

The spider had just been slapped away by the paw of the believer, hit the tree and passed out for a short time, and happened to see this scene when he woke up.

It was so anxious that its soft limbs grabbed the blades of grass, struggling to get up.

At this moment, the moonlight suddenly disappeared into the darkness.

The spider seemed to feel something, and looked up.

A mass of black mist hangs high in the air at some point, like ink that is too thick to melt, and the light is swallowed up by the shadows cast.

It was Black Mist, he finally came back.

"Woo..." The spider almost cried out, the injury on the broken leg was involved in a moment of excitement, and it was throbbing with pain.

There was a dead silence around, and the mist boiled and surged under the extreme anger, and continued to spread outward until it covered the entire forest without stopping, carrying a terrifying aura of imminent rain.

The believers below were trembling, their heads and spine were so pressed that they couldn't lift them up, they couldn't even move a step.

Not only these few, but all the believers who broke into the forest, including those wandering around the periphery of the forest before leaving with the nest surge team, all felt the approach of this force.They didn't know what it was, but they instinctively felt irresistible fear and despair, waiting for death to come.

In an instant, the black mist subsided.

The mist enveloped all the believers within the range, and the screams were mixed with various sounds of the body being crushed.

Under the absolute disparity in power, this was a one-sided massacre. The believers who had been devoured died in pain, and their limp corpses fell to the ground.

Not far away, the five people hiding in the pit noticed something strange when the believers quieted down.

As the frightening movements continued to come from outside, the corpse of a believer fell on the top of the stone wall, and the blood flowed in along the gap in the entrance, quickly soaking the soil inside.

what happened?

Their faces were horrified, a little uglier than before. The young man stared at the blood pouring in, and he gritted his teeth and wanted to push the stone wall away, otherwise staying like this would be like waiting for death.

The short-haired woman beside him sensed his intentions, held him quietly, shook her head in the dark, and signaled to wait a little longer.

After a while, the movement became smaller and smaller until the surroundings fell into silence again.

Those believers outside seem to be dead.

After waiting for a while, the stone wall covering the entrance moved silently, revealing a hole.

After confirming safety, the five people pushed away all the covering debris and the corpse, and came out of the pit.

After seeing the scene in front of them clearly, they couldn't help but hold their breath. The shock in their hearts couldn't be further increased. They couldn't regain their senses for a long time, and a bone-chilling chill slowly climbed up their spines.

The corpses of believers were scattered all over the ground, and the death conditions were extremely miserable and strange. The sticky and moist blood flowed under the feet, and there was no intact ground.

The strong smell of blood lingered in the wind, and they felt like they were in purgatory.

All the believers here died, and the rest of the team disappeared, and the nest surge was forced to stop with a high probability.

This is the first time this has happened since the end of the world.

After a long time, someone asked softly in a dry voice, "Is it a monster?"

They have come all the way, have not encountered other new humans, and can kill so many believers in a short period of time, I am afraid that even the few new humans with the most powerful abilities can't do it together.

If it's a monster...

Although most monsters are different from believers, they do not obey the orders of the Lord of the Dark Nest, and will attack all creatures that break into their territory, including believers, and naturally humans.

Such a powerful and terrifying monster, no matter what the situation is, it is best to stay far away.

One of the triplets suddenly said, "I saw it."

"When we came out just now," he turned his head to look in the direction of the woods, "something went over there."

There are also several corpses of believers at the edge of the forest, squeezed between the narrow trunks, they have long lost their breath.

The young man on the side asked, "What does it look like?"

It was the eldest of the triplets who spoke, recalling "something like a dark cloud... so far away that I can't be sure."

"Wen Yue," the short-haired woman yelled, covering her mouth and nose with her cuffs, with an uneasy expression on her face, "It's too dangerous here, let's leave first."

The young man originally wanted to ask something, but he swallowed the words and replied, "Okay."

He looked at the woods again, with a deep look of inquiry in his eyes.

The five quickly set off with their belongings, and hurried away from the woods.

They left the place just now, and the disgusting bloody smell gradually disappeared. Everyone's face softened a little, and they watched the surrounding vigilantly.

Wen Yue slowed down and walked side by side with the short-haired woman at the end of the line.

"Sister," he lowered his voice, "I think that monster is very unusual."

In addition to the monster's unbelievable strength, Wen Yue couldn't say what was unusual about it, it was just his intuition.

And they escaped unharmed in the pit, maybe the monster didn't find it, or maybe it found it, but didn't do anything to them.

Not only did he not feel any fear or fear when he saw the tragic scene of corpses lying all over the place, he even had the urge to find out.

He said all his feelings, Wen Ya frowned, and turned his head hesitantly: "Really?"

Wen Yue's ability is a relatively special and rare manipulation type.

He can move objects with rocks in the air, which requires the establishment of a sense between him and the object. Only when he senses the existence of the other party can he use the ability to manipulate.

Because of this, after Wen Yue became a new human being, probably because of this unique perception ability, his intuition is accurate in most cases.

When they were about to dig a hole to avoid the nest, Wen Yue was the first to raise an objection, but at that time there was no better way, and something went wrong.

Wen Yue nodded: "Really, what did I lie to you for?"

Wen Ya saw the expression on his face, and knew that he had thoughts about that forest.

But after all, they don't know the details of the monster, and if there is any accident, they can't return to the base...

"I won't go in," Wen Yue knew Wen Ya was cautious, and assured her, "It's so late, let's find a place nearby to rest for the night, and we'll see the situation tomorrow."

The nest surge was forced to stop, and there might be some believers wandering around in groups. It was not the wisest choice for them to travel at night at this time.

Hearing what he said, Wenya thought about it for a moment, and agreed, "Okay."

The triplets had no objection to this, so they found a hidden corner in the nearby ruins and set up a tent for the night.

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In the woods, Weimian fell on the ground and lost consciousness, half of his face exposed under the brim of his hat was as pale as snow.

The believers were all dead, and the black mist withdrew from the far end and returned to Sleepless.

The wisps of mist are extremely gentle, wrapping around Weimian's body, enveloping him, and slowly taking him off the ground.

Sleepless hangs in the air, wrapped in mist and falling into a dream.

When he gradually regained consciousness, the first thing he felt was the pain in his body.

That feeling of being cut by a knife spread all over his body, like a fire was burning in his body, and he would not stop until he was completely burned to ashes, but the exposed skin was cold.

Weimian let out a muffled snort, thin beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his body curled up.

Someone gently hugged him, covering his side face with warm palms, wiping away the tears on it.

For some reason, Weimian felt the temperature, and the pain in her body suddenly eased a little.

He subconsciously chased the source of warmth, and hugged the person in front of him tightly, the breath filling his nose was familiar and reassuring.

"You are hurt."

The person holding him was talking, breathing past his ears, unbuttoning his coat with one hand, and poking in from under the hem.

Weimian slightly frowned, but didn't move away.

There was a large bruise on his left rib, which was a side effect of his power explosion before Black Mist left the woods. As the skin on his rib was gently stroked, the bruise quickly disappeared.

After that hand was withdrawn, Weimian opened her eyes in a daze, buried her face in the arms of the black mist, and whispered: "I'm not feeling well..."

He still had a little nasal sound when he spoke, and his tone was very aggrieved, and he wanted the person in front of him to treat him again.

The bruises on the ribs had returned to their original state, and the black mist gently stroked the back of Sleepless's neck as if soothing, and asked, "Where is the discomfort?"

"Here, and here." Weimian closed her eyes and pointed randomly at her body, saying, "I feel uncomfortable all over."

Hei Mist took his hand, somehow, and Weimian really didn't feel uncomfortable.

The discomfort in the body completely disappeared, and the sleepless and drowsy brain began to function again.

He looked up at the black mist blankly, and suddenly began to struggle: "Luna... Luna is still outside!"

Hei Wu hugged Weimian, and while patiently caressing his back, he asked, "Who is Luna?" "It's a spider that gave me grilled fish, it's called Luna," Weimian looked worried. , eyes full of self-blame, "It's hurt..."

If it wasn't for his protection, the spider would have been able to hide by itself.

His mind was filled with the image of the believer trampling off the spider's leg, and he had forgotten that he saw the returning black mist before he fell into a coma.

Black Mist comforted: "The human-faced spider? It's fine."

He took a look before entering the sleepless dream. The spider's injury was not serious, and the broken leg would heal after a while.

Weimian was worried: "Really?"

In his dreams, he always habitually relied on the person in front of him. Although he was worried about the safety of the spider, he was still comforted by Hei Mist's words.

Hei Wu lowered his eyes, stroked the wet end of his eyes with his hands: "Yes."

At the same time, a wisp of the black mist that enveloped Sleepless separated out and floated in front of the spider.

The spider was guarding near the black mist and Sleepless. It originally wanted to dispose of the corpses of the believers around it, but it had injuries on its legs, making it difficult to even walk.

It had no choice but to weave some cocoons first, fix its broken leg and wrap it up, planning to wait for Weimian to wake up before talking.

It was stunned by a believer before. I don't know why Weimian fell into a coma. I only found that there seems to be one less believer on the ground.

When the mist drifted over, the spider lowered its head, thinking that the black mist was going to give him some instructions.

However, the mist wrapped around its body directly, and after a while it retreated, its broken leg had already grown back.

The spider opened its eyes incredulously, immediately tore off the tightly wrapped cocoon on its leg, lifted it up and moved around.

Not only that, but some minor injuries here and there on its body have also fully healed.

The spider was so excited that it yelled "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo".

With Black Mist's ability, this small injury is naturally not a problem, it just didn't expect that Black Mist would condescend to heal it.

The spider is also very clear in his heart that what Heiwu really cares about is Wei Mian, only Wei Mian is eligible to be favored by him, and he is just getting a little light.

It regained its energy and began to dispose of the corpses of believers on the ground, throwing these smelly and unsightly things elsewhere.

In the dream, the black mist approached and touched the tip of Wanmian's nose: "Okay, it's fine."

Weimian let out a "hmm" and hugged Hei Wu's neck: "I want to touch the corner..."

This has become his unique way of relaxing in the dream. Touching the corner will not only make him feel comfortable, but also give him an indescribable sense of shame and patience.

Whenever this time, he would no longer think about other messy things in his mind.

Hei Wu's eyes sank slightly: "Why didn't you let me touch it last time?"

"Last time?" Weimian was puzzled, innocently said, "I didn't."

Seeing that he had a different reaction in the dream and out of the dream, Hei Wu didn't say a word, nor did he follow Wei Mian's intentions.

Weimian began to feel overwhelmed, but he remembered that he had not rejected the black mist in his dream.

His expression changed from dazed to lost, and he whispered: "Don't you like me?"

In Sleepless subconscious, Hei Wu liked him.

This liking can represent many meanings, such as family, friends, lovers, etc. Spiders send him grilled fish every day and get hurt in order to protect him, which is actually a kind of liking.

Because I like it, I treat him well.

But everything in reality seems to have a deadline, or because of various reasons, he dare not be affectionate.

It was different in the dream, he didn't have to think too much about it, and he didn't have to delve into the reason, just rely on his feeling.

However, Black Mist seemed unwilling.

Weimian looked at him aggrievedly, holding a piece of cuff tightly in his hands, like an abandoned kitten.