"Wow--"

With a vomiting, Wang Yao leaned into a pool of blood and retching, and was as crazy as if he wanted to spit out everything in his body. The human flesh chewed into small pieces of meat in his mouth also fell into a pool of blood with a squeak.

"vomit--"

He couldn't spit out anything. Perhaps it was because of vomiting, or perhaps it was because of others. Wang Yao's eyes were filled with tears. He opened his eyes wide and prevented it from falling. His hands pressed into the pool of blood quickly swept over, picked up the pieces of flesh that were still dripping blood, and released them into his mouth. He looked like crazy.

"Enough of Wang Yao." Xiao Wu failed to even show his tentacles this time, and controlled his right arm to throw away the flesh and pressed Wang Yao back to the wall.

Wang Yao raised his head, the face covered by black hair was already full of tears, his voice trembled and cried, and the tears melted blood and mixed into blood on his face, making him even more embarrassed.

"I just want...I just want to protect the people who trust me and live with them. But what I did is to protect the humans who are vain and digitized in the movie, and to sacrifice those who choose to trust me? Zhang Meng, Kapil, Jesse. They are all dead!"

"Jesse, she said I hurt her, but she didn't hate me..."

Speaking of this, the man who could not even die could make him cry could no longer help, his face buried in his knees, his shoulders trembled, and his whimpers and murmurs echoed in the office.

"I... I actually ate her meat... I ate human flesh..."

Perhaps it was an illusion that Xiao Wu had always had a gentle voice, comforting Wang Yao: "This is not your fault. The cruelty of the world. Don't you understand Wang Yao? If you die, there will be nothing. In any case, you must be selfish."

"For yourself, for your persistence. For me."

The right arm was squirming, as if something was brewing. Wang Yao only had the energy supply to the right arm. But he no longer cared about it.

"It's so cold...Isn't it...Is the power outage? Why are there still free...Air conditioner...Aresa..."

Wang Yao's sobs and shoulder trembling became weaker and weaker until he was completely silent and he was unconscious.

Perhaps once your eyes are closed, it will be eternal darkness.

The office fell into a dead silence. The sound of water dripping echoed in the office. The flashlight fell obliquely in the corner, stained with a little blood stain and made its light coat with a layer of blood.

Wang Yao sat in a pool of blood, his head buried between his knees. Cote and Martin were lying in a slanted beside a pile of office supplies, his face full of blood and dirt. He was also embarrassed.

The only three people who survived were all in a coma.

A thin ghost suddenly appeared outside the door without any signs.

The figure is thin and thin, reaching more than two meters. The limbs are disproportionate. The length of the arms extends to the knees. The face of a suit is blurred.

He stopped at the door, observing something.

The squirming of the right arm stopped at this moment, as if he was guarding the creature outside the door.

Fortunately, this thin ghost was not interested in the internal situation and disappeared in an instant, as if there was nothing there, and everything was an illusion before.

The right arm changes again, and the bend of the arm begins to change, expanding like an inflatable, and stops only after it is twice as thicker than before.

Then the palm changes. A wave of wriggles turned into an elliptical mass of flesh, just like a shape that naturally recovered over the years after palm amputation. What was surprising was that the existence of the finger bones could not be seen.

The meat ball squirmed. Slowly, a tentacle as thick as a finger reached out and slid to Jesse's body on the table. The tentacle touched Jesse's cold fingers, and the mouthpiece appeared at the top, and a large mouth wrapped the palm into the tentacle. The mouthpiece was squirming and continued to spread to the arms.

It's like a snake devouring prey.

It is extremely strange, and a scene that will be terrified by anyone seeing it is happening.

Only Xiaowu, who does not have emotions, will do such things without any burden.

Energy continued to replenish the body, and Wang Yao's originally extremely weak fire of life was slightly stronger. With the injection of fuel, it grew stronger and stronger.

Time passes minute by minute.

The heartbeats are so slight and undetectable that the heart beats like a strong injection, and the beat becomes powerful and fast.

The cold body temperature returned to warm again, at least no longer like a dead body. The skin that had already revealed its astonishing color gradually turned pale, with a faint blood color.

Wang Yao is safe. He has gained life, but he also lost what he has stuck to in his heart.

So is life important or is that important?

Even if everything is done by Xiao Wu, it is not a part of Wang Yao's consciousness with independent thinking. In theory, everything he does has nothing to do with Wang Yao.

However, can this statement really deceive Wang Yao’s heart?

What made him survive was Jesse's body. The energy flowing in his body was Jesse's body.

When Wang Yao woke up, he learned everything and retching, and wanted to turn it out and clean it.

However, I couldn't vomit anything, and all the food was digested by Xiao Wu and turned into physical strength to store it in the body.

Man-eating.

These three words made Wang Yao almost breathless. He leaned on the wall that had become cold again, and his mind was blank.

Cott Martin then woke up. Seeing the alien corpse outside the door and Wang Yao leaning against the corner of the wall with a look of gloomy expression, Cott was happy at first. Then he looked up at the dark ventilation duct, mixed with sadness and anger.

Martin woke up with a painful humming, rubbing his second-degree injured head. This lucky man had no other injuries except for his broken head. He woke up and subconsciously turned his pockets to find a cigarette, but he felt free. Only then did he remember where he was.

"Julie is dead..." Cote's eyes were blank, and the tall and brave young white man was regretful.

"It's all my fault, I proposed to come here for vacation."

"I think I should find your damn cousin and then light a detonator in his ass." Martin walked over and patted Cote on the shoulder. Julie was his ex-girlfriend, and although she didn't even have a hug, she still had a big relationship.

Cote Cousin Cote was the initiator of everything. He invited Cote and his party and lent them the cottage.

"Cousin? He must be the one here."

"Actually, there is no need to be so pessimistic." Martin, who has been taking drugs for many years and is nervous, said inappropriate words and hugged Cotter's shoulder. He was shorter than Cotter, so this scene is so weird no matter how you look at it.

He pointed to the spider and alien corpses on the ground: "Look, there are everything here. Big spider, and this... tongue beast." He couldn't call the alien's name, so he made up a name casually. He continued: "The clown, the giant python and other garbled monsters may have ghosts or something."

Wang Yao, who was sitting beside him, moved his ears.

"Maybe we are actually an existence on the screen. After we die, we will wake up from reality and find that all this is just a reality show without scripts or something." Martin's unique low and hoarse voice rang out.

Cote ignored Martin's whimsical thoughts, stepped on the pool of blood that was sticky and blood-filled, and squatted in front of Wang Yao.

He discovered Wang Yao's strangeness, as if he had lost his soul.
Chapter completed!