The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 373: Man and Sheep

In rural towns, unlike in urban areas, there are few pedestrians wandering around late at night.

The police arrived quietly and left without causing any disturbance. The quiet night was like a painting that had been gently stroked, without any ripples.

In stark contrast to this peace and tranquility is Logins's mood at the moment.

He leaned against the threshold of the memorial hall, looking very old, with signs of fatigue on his face, and he kept rubbing his face.

Multiple deaths have been confirmed, and the cultural relics with the most symbolic significance to the local culture have been lost. The tourism industry, which is the mainstay of the economy, can basically be declared dead. For people in their sixties and seventies, today's changes are really exhausting.

Whenever he thought about having to face this tough mess tomorrow, his blood pressure would soar like a roller coaster, and the thought of lying down and letting the mess go would arise.

But no matter how hard life is, it has to go on. Loggins sighed, put his thoughts aside, held his old waist and moved away.

Then it stopped.

"Ah, Mr. Mayor." The rough big hands gently took off the wide-brimmed straw hat, and the old shepherd smiled peacefully, contrary to his usual rudeness.

"What a pity! It seems that something has happened to our great cultural treasure?"

His gaze moved slightly in his cloudy eyes, as if it contained some elusive meaning.

Unfortunately, the person on the other side who was indulging in depression failed to capture this subtle change in time.

"Gaunt? How do you know..." The old mayor looked up in astonishment, looking at the familiar man who appeared like a ghost.

In response to his question, the thin man did not respond. His skinny fingers gently scratched the soft long hair of the black sheep beside him.

"The livestock industry, tourism, and other ways to make money are all gone. How are we going to fill our stomachs in the future?"

"Don't talk about nonsense. Do you have any reliable new ideas?" Loggins waved his hands irritably. He just wanted to forget his troubles for a while and go back to have a good sleep.

"Of course I have a way..." Unexpectedly, the other party actually nodded. Then a group of small and soft things suddenly filled his field of vision. He suddenly felt dizzy, his feet went weak and he fell under a bunch of holly trees.

Waves of strange itching spread all over his body, as if something was trying to drill out from under his skin. Before falling into the abyss of unconsciousness, Loggins barely heard the second half of the sentence.
"--How about a different kind of food?"

Weakly blowing away the remaining wool on his palms, the old shepherd, who had lived a lonely life, showed a smile of joy that was almost insane from the bottom of his heart, and staggered onto the steps of the memorial hall.

"Thanks to Mother Nature's generosity, green grass is everywhere..."

Behind him, the holly trees rustled, a large shadow unfolded, and an old Boer goat with short light white hair all over its head stood up in a daze.

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The flowing clouds surged like silk threads, covering the crescent moon.

The buildings were in a state of darkness, and the artificial light that was supposed to take over the lighting duties after the moon disappeared and help the creatures dispel the endless night was now in a strange silence. In the silence, there was a faint sound of chirping that should not be heard in a residential area.

"Baa, baa..."

Pairs of faint green fluorescent lights emerged. Some were black, some were white, some were brown, and some were spotted. Some were big, some were small, some were old, some were strong, some were plump, and some were thin. They came stepping on the streets and alleys, converging in front of the flat-roofed Greek-style building like rivers flowing into the sea.

The pungent fishy stench floating around was enough to make any normal person stay away, but many narrow and long animal faces showed a salivating look, as if some substance was emitting a strong attraction.

The broad roof quietly shattered into pieces, revealing a withered grayish-white silk sac, a giant ball of wool that was split in two.

A figure was crawling on all fours on the ruins, with a head of withered white hair rising and falling. Like a wild beast, it greedily bit and devoured the broken and torn velvet.

Large pieces of fiber quickly disappeared in the mouth, and strands of dark, coarse hair with an oily luster emerged from the skin everywhere, intertwining and merging with each other, gradually wrapping it into a bloated "cocoon".

The old man, who had almost lost his human form, reluctantly opened his arms and called out with fervent love: "My friends, welcome to become our compatriots."

After wasting half his life in poverty and loneliness, he suddenly got the opportunity to change his destiny. At this moment, his heart was filled with excitement, as if he had become a king high above, and he felt extremely satisfied in his heart.

The "silkworm cocoon" expanded outwards like melting wax, turning into a huge translucent membrane. Blue-gray blood vessel-like things were crawling on the surface, and dark and viscous liquid was flowing and tumbling in it. It looked more like the womb of an animal than a giant bird egg!

That’s right, it’s the fetal uterus!
The tendons and muscles were deformed and twisted, and the decayed body of the old man was rapidly transformed into an unknown existence. Simple linear characters with an ancient charm were outlined on the membrane, and the squirming foreign body expanded and contracted regularly, and dull laughter resounded throughout the venue.

"The stupid obstructor has died at the hands of an equally stupid troublemaker. Its body will become the nutrient for our evolution. Come, please share this sweet delicacy together!"

The strange sheep, who had been waiting impatiently, roared and scrambled to pounce on the scattered silk thread debris, swallowed them into big gulps, and followed the controller to start an evil feast.

Amidst the clashing of horns and flying hair, a voice suddenly rang out.

"It's okay to slander me for being a little stupid, after all, I was indeed careless, but insulting the guardian spirit who worked so hard for you is a bit too much!"

The thunder rumbled and a golden lightning streaked down, and the tough fetal membrane filled with obscure energy burst into brilliant sparks, venting the depressed feeling of being fooled.

The hot electric arc dissipated decadently, and the undamaged uterus laughed wildly.

"Of course it's stupid. A great spirit that only relies on instinct to prevent the invasion of alien forces, no matter how many filthy corpses I offer, it will eat them all without discrimination until it is polluted and degenerates into a monster, just because I am also a member of the town, haha..."

The soft membrane suddenly bulged, a pair of sharp claws tore through the restraints, and black liquid like petroleum gushed out with a hot and smelly gas.

Following closely behind was a huge, deformed sheep's head, with no hair on it, but instead gray-green skin covered with mysterious patterns.

The curved hooves of ruminants sank deeply into the mud, supporting their nearly three-meter-tall body. Gaunt roared fiercely:

"Thank you for removing the biggest stumbling block for me. It's too late for me to realize it now... Just like these lovely compatriots, eating the remains of the old patron saints symbolizes the betrayal of mysticism. They can only become the master's servants for eternity!"

(End of this chapter)