forced to be pampered by monsters

The next day, the wet morning fog in the forest had just risen.

The roar of a monster came from afar, and it seemed to come from the ruins on the side of the forest.

Above the weeds at the edge of the forest, the air visibly twisted, swelled, and then cracked open.

The spider crawls out of the mouth, then stuffs its own "cocoon" into the mouth and eats it.

After a night's rest, the broken leg hadn't fully recovered, so it found leaves to wrap it layer by layer, and then left the woods and walked towards the ruins.

The spider did not appear again until the sun rose, dispelling the last remaining chill of the night.

It seemed exhausted, the leaves wrapped around its legs were missing, and a little blood was oozing from the wound.

Turning into the depths of the woods, the spider stopped shaking its body and let go of the cocoon on its back.

It cut open the cocoon, revealing a gray-white scale inside.

"Ho uh..."

This is a believer, struggling to squeeze out of the cocoon, it is covered with wounds, its front paws have been cut off, and it is spitting out blood.

The transparent cocoon looks small on the outside, but it can hold a complete believer, and then the second one and the third one fall out...

A whole three believers, squeezed between the narrow tree trunks, are all in a dying state.

As usual, the spider ate the cocoon and stepped back to hide behind a tree.

It didn't go far, and didn't dare to go forward, quietly waiting for something to come.

The believers on the ground were breathing weakly, trying to escape with their remaining strength.But soon, they all huddled together, staring ahead uneasily.

Something extremely dangerous is approaching, and the body instinctively feels fear.

In the lush green forest, a pure black mist rises inexplicably, covering the fine sunlight under the shade of the trees.

There was no wind, and the black mist spread over in the blink of an eye, wrapping the believers tightly.

The believer screamed sharply and screamed in an instant, struggling violently in the mist, stretching out his blood-stained claws, which were snapped off abruptly the next moment.

The spider hiding behind the tree trembled in fear, and took another step back, for fear that he would become one of them.

The black mist kept rolling and distorting, greedily sucking the vitality inside, the screams had long since disappeared, only the crisp sound of bones being squeezed and crushed remained.

The three believers added up to a huge size, but now they have shrunk by more than half. When the black mist evacuated, the flesh and bones of the believers inside were tightly pressed together, and the original appearance could hardly be seen, and the thick blood flowed slowly.

Compared with when it first appeared, this cloud of mist has obviously increased by a layer, and it is dark and deep like a strange pupil.

The spider felt that the black mist was looking at him, and tremblingly came out from behind the tree.

It presses the abdomen very low, and bows its head forward in a posture of submission.

After waiting for a while, the black mist made no further movements, and quietly suspended above the corpses of the believers.

The spider was in a daze, it tried to move, propped up its upper body and bent its huge abdomen over.

In the center of its round abdomen, there is actually a zipper.

The spider opened the zipper with its soft limbs. There were no viscera or organs in the abdomen, but countless papers with handwriting on it. Two pairs of soft limbs quickly rummaged through it, tearing off some pieces of paper with agility and flexibility.

There is also a square thin stone slab inside. The spider sticks the paper on the stone slab, stretches its soft limbs and pushes it forward respectfully.

The slate is black with a line of writing written on it.

——"You" "Finally" "Wake Up"

The black mist remained unmoved, the spider thought for a while, and continued to search in its stomach.

It just found a "person" and gently tore it off. When a gust of wind passed by, it looked up and found that the black mist had disappeared without a trace.

Surrounded by silence, the spider waited in place for a while but did not see the return of the black mist, so it had to put away the slate and the messed up papers. The pieces of paper on the slate were too small, and it stuffed them into its mouth and ate them.

The body of the believer was still there, exuding a strong smell of blood. The spider zipped up the abdomen, dragged the body to the edge of the forest, and discarded it.

—

In the other direction of the forest, there was movement in the dense bushes, and Weimian poked his head out through the branches.

He woke up a long time ago, but he just hid himself and didn't dare to come out until his stomach groaned several times.

Before being expelled, the base would not give too much food, because there is a high probability that it would be a waste, so from yesterday to now, Weisian only drank half a bowl of porridge.

He was thirsty and hungry, and he didn't sleep well last night, waking up several times in a daze.

Confirming that the surrounding area should be safe, Weimian got out of the bushes and looked around, trying to find if there was any edible food in the woods.

He was lucky, a plant full of fruits was not far behind the bushes, and the fruit was green and reddish, a small one.

Things in the wild may be poisonous, so Weimian tore off a leaf and tasted it before picking the fruit and putting it in his mouth.

Apart from being a bit sour, the fruit tasted very light, and the juice slid down his dry throat, and Wei Mian ate several more in one go.

Feeling more comfortable in the stomach, Weimian found a kind of broad leaves nearby, wrapped some fruits and put them in the coat pocket.

He lowered his head, feeling that his vision suddenly went dark for a moment, and then returned to normal again.

Weimian immediately stopped moving, looked up and looked around.

The woods were still as quiet as before, without any abnormality, occasionally birds were chasing and passing through the canopy.

He breathed a sigh of relief, only thinking that he was too nervous.

Barely filling his stomach, Wei Mian continued to look around carefully.

The sun at noon is warm, the eyes are full of greenery and the fresh fragrance of grass and trees, it is a different world compared with yesterday.

He stood in the shade and stretched out his hand, gently stroking a leaf covered by the sun, feeling the warmth from above.

Before being expelled, Weimian, like other pure humans in the base, was not allowed to go out, and had seen the gate of the base a few times at most.

Of course, it is impossible to have such a forest in the base, and Weimian grew up in the Xicheng Base, and has only seen the outside world in a few precious books.

There is still cloth wrapped around Unmian's raised left hand, the wound reveals everything that has happened, it looks like a dream in retrospect.

Or maybe now is just a dream, he may not have escaped the followers' hunting, and in front of him is the phantom of him before he was about to die.

Weimian simply took a step forward, raised his head to let the small piece of sunlight shine on the side of his face through his fingers, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

His hands were exposed, and wisps of black mist suddenly covered his fingertips, and the soft and surging mist seemed to caress the soft skin.

The sleepless shadow on the ground became more and more blurred, as if swallowed by a large shadow, but there was nothing in the air.

Weimian was unaware of this, the moment he opened his eyes, the black mist suddenly dissipated, and the shadows on the ground also returned to normal.

He rubbed his arms, feeling that the sun was not as warm as before.

It's strange, the weather is so good, and there are no clouds and wind.

—

Turning around in a circle, Weimian found another piece of grass that was not shaded by trees, sat down to bask in the sun, and untied the cloth on his left hand.

The wound on the palm has already scabbed, and it will hurt a little if I move too much, and it should be fine in a few days.

The monster fled quickly after cutting through his hand. In fact, it had every chance to kill itself. The point above the sharp blade was his neck.

Is it because...

Weimian rolled up his cuffs, and sure enough, he found a bruise on the inside of his arm.

The force that knocked the monster into the air yesterday came from himself.

Weimian doesn't know what it is. Only new humans have special abilities called "supernatural powers". He was born in Xicheng, never left the base, and has no chance of being infected by believers.

This power is very weak, at least it is far inferior to the new human beings. Weimian appeared several times when he was seven or eight years old, but was never noticed by anyone, and then he remained silent for a long time.

Weimian thought he had returned to normal until he became an adult.

Yesterday was the most powerful one, and the monster probably flinched because it was caught off guard, which gave him a chance to escape.

Weimian touched the bruise on her hand, her eyelashes drooped.

It would be great if he could show up when he meets believers, those few people won't...

It's a pity that he can't control this force at all, and every time it appears, he will definitely feel uncomfortable, such as the bruises on his arms now.

Weak and uncontrollable, can't add any contribution value to him, he is still a useless wreck.

In this barren area, I don't know how long I can live.

He wasn't even sure if this power belonged to him, how could a pure human being be born with such a thing.

A deranged and crazy face appeared in Weimian's mind, his expression and eyes were full of resentment, and his bony hands were tightly strangling his neck.

"Devil...you are the seed of a demon."

Recalling some not-so-good memories, Weimian's strength in grabbing his arm increased unconsciously, just pressing on the bruise's position, and the pain brought him back to his senses in an instant.

He put down his sleeves and rewrapped the cloth strips, no longer thinking about the past.

After noon, the sun was covered by clouds, and the forest suddenly became cold.

The days have been getting shorter and shorter recently, and I ate some wild fruits before I slept, and I went back to the bushes last night, got into it and curled up.

—

For two consecutive days, the spider ran back and forth between the woods and the ruins.

But the number of believers in the ruins is limited. It brought back two yesterday, but only one today.

When the black mist fell, the spider's eight legs trembled in fear, and it pushed the stone board where the paper was placed first.

—— "please" "blame"

It was looking for the word "forgiveness", but it couldn't find it after searching for a long time. Seeing that there was not much time left, it posted the one that looked closest.

Black Mist didn't have the slightest interest in the slate, and disappeared in place after sucking the life force of the believers, without staying for a moment.

The spider breathed a sigh of relief, put away the slate and disposed of the believer's corpse, and began to weave a cocoon for himself.

The cocoon it weaves this time is different from the previous ones, and it takes more time. After weaving, the spider rubs it with its soft limbs.

The transparent cocoon could not be captured by the naked eye, and a circle of air-like ripples swayed under the empty tree, and the spider tore a hole and got in.

Entering the interior of the cocoon, another forest suddenly appeared.

The growth of every tree and every leaf here is exactly the same as that of the outside, as if it is a projection of the real world, except that there is no sun or clouds in the sky, and there is a layer of dark red everywhere, and there seems to be no other living things.

The spider moved forward, occasionally twitching the tip of its nose to look around, and finally stopped in one place.

It showed the sharpest part of the leg, poking a tiny hole somewhere.

Through the fine hole, outside is the real woods, and Sleepless is bending over the low-hanging branches, walking into the distance.

Seeing Wei Mian, the spider's legs ached.

Its broken front leg has not yet fully healed and it nearly injured itself again this morning when it captured the believer.

The cocoon was hanging above, and Sleepless underneath looked no different from ordinary humans, its weak body was less than one third of a spider's.

It watched quietly for a while, until Weimian walked out of the range that the fine hole could see.

The cocoon was not big enough, and the spider had no way ahead, so it raised its head again and started weaving without stopping.

At this time, Wanmian walked around a few trees and saw a small lake not far away.

He opened his eyes slightly, brushed away the branches that blocked his sight and stepped forward quickly.

In the past two days, Weimian has been safe and sound, and he has not met any monsters or believers again.

When he was hungry and thirsty, he used wild fruits to satisfy his hunger, hid in the bushes at night to sleep, and the rest of the time his range of activities did not exceed 50 meters.

But the number of plants with wild fruits is limited, and after eating the fruits, Wei Mian had to leave the place to try his luck elsewhere.

Weimian was very pleasantly surprised to find the water source, squatting on the shore and reaching out to touch the lake water.

Today's weather is still very good, the clear water reflects the sleepless figure, and the water ripples are swaying in circles, sparkling in the sun.

After the excitement was over, Wei Mian looked up and looked around to confirm that this place is also safe.

The water is very clean, there shouldn't be any weird things...

Weimian only struggled for a moment, picked a leaf and used it as a bowl, filled it with lake water and took a few sips.

Looking at the lake, Weimian reached into the wide pocket of his coat and took out a cloth bag.

This is a personal item he took away before leaving the base. Anything of value must be donated to the base. Weimian is alone, and there is nothing valuable around him.

The cloth bag contained some toiletries, which actually came in handy. During the two days of sleeping in the grass, Wei Mian could only wipe his face with his sleeve.

Holding a small towel, he raised his head nervously for no reason, and looked around again.

Only himself really, no humans, no monsters.

Weimian took off his hat, completely revealing his face.

At the same time, the spider in the cocoon finally wove enough, looking for the smell to find Sleepless again.

"Hissing..." It made some faint sounds, and opened its small eyes to the maximum, and couldn't help but open the small opening in the cocoon a little more, so that it could see more clearly.

The boy on the shore was bathed in the sun, his black hair was soft and soft, his pupils were as black as ink under his thick eyelashes, his exquisite facial features were extremely stunning, and his skin was so white that it showed a feeling of weakness and fragility, like porcelain that needed careful care.

And on both sides of his forehead, there are a pair of small, black goat horns.

The tops of the horns were slightly bent outwards, and there were several deep and shallow scratches on the bottom of one of them, as if someone had tried to cut it off but failed.

The spider hiding in the cocoon slowed down its breathing, jumped up suddenly, rolled over its abdomen, opened the zipper and frantically searched inside.

All kinds of papers were scattered all over the floor, some were torn from books, and some were cut into suitable sizes of newspapers. The spider didn't bother to pick them up, so it took a lot of effort to find two words, tore them off and pasted them on the slate.

——"Jing" and "Spirit"

It lifted the stone slab with its soft limbs, and looked at Weimian through the opening of the cocoon.

However, she is as beautiful as an elf, but she has a pair of devil's horns.

This kind of contrast is like a delicate rose growing from the fertile soil. The soft and delicate petals are stained with sticky, slippery black pus, and the flower buds that should have bloomed exude a breath of death and decay.

The spider was really fascinated, and a familiar sense of oppression suddenly struck.

Behind Weimian, a thin layer of black mist appeared out of thin air, wrapping up at an angle he couldn't detect, and the edge hooked the pair of little goat horns.

At the same time, a trace of mist floated in the direction of the cocoon, and it was obvious that something was different here.

Every time the black mist devours believers, it is this breath... The spider shuddered, keenly sensing the displeasure and faint killing intent, and quickly pulled the opening to close the cocoon, and fled trembling.

After wiping his face and neck with a towel, Weimian rolled up his sleeves and wiped his arms. The lake water was still too cold, and he didn't dare to take off his clothes and go into the water.

The small towel was hung on the branch to dry in the sun, Wei Mian put away other things and the cloth bag, and immediately put on the hat again.

He lowered the brim of his hat and let out a breath of relief.

Before the sun set, Weimian walked around the shore and found another edible wild fruit, as well as some plants with leaves as thick as fingers and translucent centers.

Weimian tasted a little, picked a few pieces and put them together with wild fruits, as a temporary food storage.

Before leaving, Weimian was reluctant to leave, planning to come here again tomorrow morning.

Although he hadn't encountered any danger in the past few days, it was better to be more cautious at night. Holding the food in his arms, he returned to the familiar bushes along the way he came.

—

As night fell, the spider tidied up the papers stored in its abdomen and zipped it up to prepare for a rest.

The cocoon it was in shook a few times, as if there was wind blowing outside.

No... not the wind.

The moment the spider reacted, the cocoon was directly torn from the outside. It was caught off guard and fell into the grass in embarrassment.

"Ugh..."

Fear crawled up its spine, it could hardly lift its head, and it could only make a trembling sound like begging for mercy.

The black mist descended not far in front of it, showing its anger unreservedly.

A large area of ​​vegetation nearby withered and withered, and the scorched branches were crushed into the soil.

The spider wanted to open its abdomen and take out the slate, but it couldn't move at all. It didn't understand why the black mist was angry.

Is it because it brought back too few believers today, or during the daytime...

"Bam—"

The spider was blown away by the sudden strong wind, and smashed on the tree trunk behind it.

It didn't dare to resist at all, and it didn't even dare to move when lying on the ground.

The black mist approached slowly, and a cloud of mist was separated to cover the spider's head. It was finally willing to condescend, and it was the first time in the past few days to convey its own instructions to it.

The spider's eyes were empty and dull, and it returned to normal after the black mist left, and two more messages appeared in its mind.

It is not necessary to find believers for him every day.

Stay away from the humans in the woods, that's his property.

The spider sensed disgust from the first message, and before it could react further, the black mist had dissipated, as silently as when it came.

After confirming that the black mist had really left, the spider that picked up a little life immediately wove two thick cocoons and hurriedly squeezed in.

The movement in the woods was some distance away from Wanmian, he opened his eyes in a daze, as if he heard something.

The night was very quiet, and all I could capture was my own breathing and heartbeat. Weimian let go of his mind and closed his eyes again, barely moving in the narrow space.

Outside the bushes, the spreading black mist gradually surged.

Half asleep and half awake, Weimian felt someone gently stroking his side face.

Rubbing repeatedly from the end of the eyes to the corners of the lips, greedy and restrained, with a strong love and possessiveness, which he has never felt before.

At last the hand lifted his hat and touched the horns of his head.

Unmian's eyelashes trembled, and he rubbed forward unconsciously.