At first I felt very good and refreshed. After the revenge was successful, my body was lighter. About three minutes later, I sneeze. Maybe it was because the dust choked, it didn't matter.

In the following time, the blood kiss was in an indescribable state of excitement.

It was as if he felt like he was holding the young lady's hand and walking into the small room together when he was fifteen years old. Even in this gloomy and weird castle, he couldn't help but hum a song when he walked in front of him.

Come.

Smile.

"What are you laughing at?" After receiving temporary treatment, Liz looked at him in confusion.

Blood kiss covered his mouth, shook his head and said, "I remembered something happy."

Next to him, the assistant who bandaged him also burst out laughing, for some reason.

When Liz saw it, he was stunned for a moment, tried hard to curl his smile, and wanted to show a serious look to prove his professionalism.

"Sorry, I remembered the happy things."

Liz looked at him suspiciously, and her expression gradually became gloomy.

She held her palm on the stone-toothed sword behind her and suddenly asked, "Are you two... the happiness you think of is the same?"

"Um?"

The blood kiss was stunned, "What's wrong? No, no, Ms. Liz, we are not making fun of you, I just..."

He was a little anxious and sneeze again.

Then I saw a few Ivy League people looking ugly, and the people took a few steps back and pressed their palms on their weapons.

"Wait a minute, is there any misunderstanding?"

He raised his hands and showed harmlessness. He took a step forward to explain, but saw Liz wave his hand, and the stone-toothed sword drew a straight line on the ground.

"Just be there." Liz's expression was cold: "Sit down, Samson, don't get closer."

"What's wrong? Suddenly it's so serious?"

Blood Kiss was stunned for a long time, and Koko couldn't help laughing, and couldn't stop laughing. Soon, he saw the assistant's terrifying eyes.

The man was staggering back, incredible.

And just on the assistant's face, between his mouth and nose, a dark green mycelium quietly extended out.

"Hey, your face."

Blood kiss frowned, trying hard to put away your smile: "What's going on with your face!"

The assistant's face became paler and moved backwards, almost falling to the corner: "You, there is something wrong with your face!"

The blood kiss was stunned.

Subconsciously pulled out the knife from the boot, and suddenly, the smooth blade illuminated the sickly and excited face, trying hard to frown, and the smile that could not be restrained.

And countless myceliums that creep out like living creatures between eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

Colorful.

Red, green, blue, white, black, and red, red, red...

He moved his mouth stiffly, only to see a crack cracking on his gradually numb face. After the crack, some liquid mixed into the blood in the darkness that seemed to be wriggling, and penetrated out bit by bit.

It was like a nightmare, rapidly evaporating, forming a faint black smoke.

And his palm holding the dagger, under his fingernail, myceliums grew and poked out, entangled in the dagger's blade, causing the blade to quickly decay and break.

Bang!

In the decaying sword, what was finally reflected was his broken pupils.

The pair of terrifying evil eyes were filled with abnormal excitement, but now, it almost burst out with a scorching light.

The colors of countless bubbles emerged from the light and grew rapidly. In the end, even those pair of eyes could not accommodate them. They swelled and cracked their eyes, turning into hallucinatory mist, and rose from their broken eyes.

"What...is...is..."

The Lord couldn't help but screamed in surprise: "Save me, save me!!!"

The skin that has lost its flexibility is like the failed tanning leather. As he moves, it makes small broken sounds, cracking inch by inch.

Under the broken skin, countless myceliums and black blood flowed out, dripping heavily.

In the blood, wisps of black and ink-like colors were spreading rapidly, wriggling, condensed into beads from the pool of blood, and incredibly escaped from the blood and gravity and suspended in the air.

One drop, one drop, one drop, one drop, it is as dark as the night.

It seems like a nightmare with no end.

Countless myceliums extended out of the rift of the body and were entangled between the black liquid. And just under the layers of mycelium, the tragic cry of blood kiss finally burst out.

With the boiling blood, countless people were infected by nightmares, and the source of the disease completely eroded the deformed holy marks. The poison from the rotten dream was rapidly transforming his body, absorbing the ubiquitous hell precipitation...

The pale mist filled with countless bubbles rose from his broken eyes.

It is about to explode.

The stone-toothed sword roared.

It flashed away.

The next moment, whether it was the dark nightmare poison, the mycelium that looked like a maggot, or even the body that was kissed with blood, they were all torn apart by the hideous power.

Falling apart.

In the dead silence, the blood-kissed head fell from the neck and fell to the ground, making an empty echo.

No blood spurted out.

Only countless decaying dreams turned into pitch-black bubbles, rising from the cavity and quickly dissipated in the air. In the air, illusion-like black feathers fell down and fell on the ground, disappearing with the bubbles.

He is dead.

But it was not the Stone Tooth Sword that killed him.

Long before that, his holy marks formed a rotten dream full of countless evils and resentment in his body under the erosion of the poison of the abyss.

With the countless curses and poisons created in my life, I gradually became a kind of poor worm that could not even scream, and was ravaged in nightmare.

Finally, the destruction came to death together.

Fifteen minutes later, after checking the sleeping assistant in the ice coffin, a scholar from the Ivy League walked up to Liz.

"It's poison."

The middle-aged man in the protective suit raised the bottle in his hand, "A curse poison with a very fierce nature but was in a very stable state before it was activated - I'm really curious, which researchers from all walks of life could make such a thing.

Exquisite stuff.”

“Exquisite?”

Liz frowned and looked down at the crystalline black blood drop in the bottle, something taken out of the assistant's body, a toxin that was in a sleepy state under the forced preservation of the border relics.

"Yes, yes, very exquisite."

The scholar narrowed his eyes and sighed: "In the simple analysis just now, I found at least the characteristics of more than forty kinds of hell toxins from it. If there are professional instruments, I will definitely be able to detect more... but it is more like

It is a source-quality curse that spreads and spreads through blood, and has some quite superior qualitative characteristics.

Once activated, it will begin to mutate and spread rapidly, and it will show different characteristics based on the different hosts. This aggressiveness is more like a contamination than infection...

Blood Kiss is a loss, and when he found out, there was no curse and traces of toxin use in his body. For this toxin, it is simply a good petri dish. If it were others

If you say something about human beings...well, you can't say that there is hope for treatment, at least you won't die so miserably."

“Is our antidote useful?”

"It's useful, but not recommended, because it's bad if it evolves resistance. In the absence of a medical environment, it's better to use inhibitors to avoid entering the emergency period and wait until you return to the station before doing so.

Treatment.”

After glanced behind him, the scholar looked at Liz: "Fortunately, I have brought a lot of other preparatory measures. Except for you, Ms. Liz, everyone else has to wear a helmet..."

Liz held the stone-toothed sword and his face was as deep as water: "Is there any bad news? You can tell me together."

"The drone sent out has lost its signal. Our intestinal occupants conducted divination twice, but none of them were successful. The internal space here may have been completely distorted."

"A maze?"

The scholar nodded: "That's right."

"Are there any other questions?" Liz asked.

The scholar pondered for a moment and asked, "Do we still want to continue? After a leader died, the Nightmare Eye people were a little disobedient, and someone wanted to talk to us about the price again."

“…”

Liz frowned, as if he was irritated, and was silent for a long time, and suddenly sighed: "It's really difficult to quit smoking, Mr. Langdo - there are always some troublesome problems in this world that you can't solve."

Lando raised his eyebrows in a clear way.

In silence, Liz lowered her head and stared at the stone-toothed sword in her hand, but for some reason, she suddenly laughed.

"Luckily, there is always a way to have some simple questions."
To be continued...