Lynard readily accepted the offer.

They tied up their horses and walked through the deserted town with seven or eight children crowding behind them.

The place you enter is desolate, with dilapidated houses everywhere.

Soon, several people stopped in front of an old wooden house that was about to collapse.

The quaint wooden house retains some of its green eaves and yellow tiles appearance. The whole house is tilted this way and that, as if it has been blown by a tornado. The house is wrapped with thick green vines.

The plastered walls have almost peeled off, exposing the pitted bricks. The steps in front of the house are made of bluestone and are covered with slippery moss. There is a thick reflective liquid remaining on them, which looks like a snake-like creature.

traces left behind.

Mark pointed at this dilapidated wooden house that was about to collapse, and said in a passionate tone: "Well, this house is not bad, it was just built not long ago. It is said that a designer in the city was specially invited to customize the decoration.

, every room inside is full of carefully crafted charm.”

Linard silently turned his gaze to Mark and found that his expression gradually became stiffer and stiffer, with that weird smile always on his face, and his two rolling eyes looked extremely dry as if they lacked lubricant.

He remained silent and nodded in agreement.

Carefully stepping over the slippery steps covered with moss, he pushed open the wooden door that was barely hanging on the door frame.

A rotten smell hit my face.

The room was dark without any light, and the windows were covered with plants, like a cold and dark cemetery.

"Mr. Robin, Mr. Robin?"

Mark shouted a few words, and a rickety figure rushed out of the darkness silently.

This figure held a kerosene lamp with only a glimmer of flame in his hand, flickering as if it would go out at any moment, completely useless for lighting.

"……mark?"

His voice came along the darkness.

"Mr. Robin!" The driver's tone was startled: "Thank you for not sleeping yet. I have a favor to ask of you!"

A skinny head emerged from the darkness, looked at everyone suspiciously, and said in a formulaic tone: "What's the matter?"

The head is dry, the skin and flesh have lost moisture and are tightly attached to the bones. There are a few sparse hairs on the top, making it look very old.

"The gentleman next to me lost his way in the mountains, so I brought him back to the town. Since there will be a carriage to the city only tomorrow, he needs to stay overnight in the town. You know, there is no

Isn’t it convenient for me to sleep in a spare room at your house for one night?”

The old man known as Robin raised the kerosene lamp that was about to go out, shined it on Linnard's face, and responded coldly without distinguishing the tone: "Mark, you always like to be a good person. Come in, let's talk first

OK, I won’t do it next time!”

He looked like a soft-eared old man living alone. He moved aside lightly and motioned for them to come in.

Mark happily said: "Okay, Mr. Robin, our Mr. Passenger will pay. By the way, I am in a hurry to go home and will not be a guest. Mr. Passenger, see you tomorrow morning!"

He took off his hat, made a farewell gesture, and sent the children away to go home.

Linard bowed slightly, expressed his gratitude to the old man, and walked into the wooden house.

"Click..."

The old man turned on another slightly brighter kerosene lamp and illuminated the room.

"Come and sit."

He slowly walked to the sofa in the room and sat down. His stooped body was only about 1.45 meters, which made it difficult for him to sit on the dusty sofa.

Linard walked up to him expressionlessly and chose a less dirty seat to sit down.

The old man pointed to the wooden table in front of the two of them. There was a plate on it with several round things on it.

"Are you hungry? The town's specialty fruit is big and sweet, and people often come here to buy it."

The visibility inside the house was extremely low, and the cold air blew in from nowhere.

After Linnard's physical fitness was spiritualized, he developed the ability to still see in the dark.

At this moment, he turned his gaze and looked at the things on the table, and found that from the appearance, they did look like fruits.

However, this fruit is very different from what you usually see. If you take a quick look, you will see that it has a round shell, and the skin is light yellow and somewhat uneven, like common apples and pears.

But if you look closely, you will find that the inside of the fruit is covered with light blue lines, which wrap around the whole body like blood vessels. Those uneven places clearly represent angular facial features and limbs.

It's just that the fruit's organs are too deformed, twisted and entangled, the head is huge, and the head-to-body ratio is seriously out of balance, so it looks like a bumpy, round object.

Only by careful observation can you see what kind of fruit these are. They are obviously frightened human faces.

"Are you hungry? Eat quickly. You will not be hungry anymore after eating."

The sound of gulping saliva came from the old man's Adam's apple. He said with a ferocious face and a comforting voice: "Didn't you walk for a long time and you are very hungry? Eat quickly."

His tone was trembling and deformed, as if he would kill someone immediately if he heard the words of rejection!

"Hey...eat quickly..."

"Hurry! Eat! Come on!!!!"

The old man's lips did not open, but he could make strange sounds.

The face fruit exudes a refreshing fragrance, which makes Lynard's belly growl.

The amount of saliva secreted in his mouth increased greatly, and he looked at the food on the plate and was eager to move.

However, Linard's pituitary gland, which blocked emotions, excluded all these physiological desires. He calmly observed the changes in his body and found that as the old man shouted, his body would spontaneously secrete the desire to 'eat'.

This thought of 'eating' was firmly entrenched in his mind, like a greedy person who has been hungry for several days and suddenly sees a sumptuous meal on the table, and can't help but let go of his belly and eat whatever he wants.

However, compared to the appetite in his mind, what concerned him more was that the tentacles hidden in his body were restlessly stirring at the moment.

Ever since I saw this plate of fruit, the tentacles, which had been dying since being injured, were as excited as an old tree in spring, constantly wriggling and twisting, opening and shrinking.

Linard could vaguely feel that 'it' was continuously transmitting some signals to him, similar to words such as "absorb", "eat" and "delicious".

He pondered for a while, not looking at the old man who had a ferocious face, red eyes, and almost going crazy, repeatedly asking him to eat, and picked up a piece of fruit with a human face and stuffed it into his mouth.

Linard closed his mouth and made a chewing motion, and a few drops of juice even flowed from the corners of his mouth.

In his closed mouth, several tiny tentacles came out from his gums, tongue, and teeth, and inserted them into the intact fruit. He sucked it in big mouthfuls, digesting and drying a complete fruit in a few seconds.

Clean.

Emotions of satisfaction and joy continued to flow from the tentacles, as if a hungry person had finally eaten food he could swallow.

The pocket watch in my mind started on its own, the cover opened, and the light spot on the originally illuminated head of the relief seemed to expand slightly.

Although it is only a small change, it proves that the human face fruit is indeed what the tentacle needs.

The old man watched him swallow the fruit with satisfaction. His angry mood gradually calmed down, his eyes were narrowed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

In the darkness, several sharp and ferocious weapons retracted out of sight.

But Lynard didn't stop after eating a piece of fruit.

He seemed to be addicted, taking one bite after another.

In the end, he didn't even chew, but just gulped down all the fruits on the table.

The expression on the old man's face ranged from satisfaction to dullness, surprise, disbelief, and finally stayed at dullness.

Linnard patted his stomach, burped, and thought about it for a while. He found that the tentacle's injury was completely healed, and its strength had even increased sharply.

The strange creatures carved in the pocket watch also enlarged their light spots by almost half.

Grows from the size of a pinhead to the size of a pinhead.

The only flaw is that his pollution level has also increased by a negligible amount.

It probably expanded from 99% to 99.1%.
Chapter completed!