Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

It was because at this moment Pastor Ron was sitting at the dining table, with a napkin on his chest and a knife and fork in both hands, eating.

Opposite him were also two chairs.

On each chair was placed a leather bag filled with cotton. They were the skins of two little girls. The cracks on the top of the heads were sewn together with white thread, making them look very rough, like a crudely made pirated rag doll.

These two little girls, who were obviously made of human skin, were placed on stools, facing the priest, with kitchen utensils placed in front of them.

This is what the two winning little girls looked like!

Jeff couldn't believe his eyes. Wasn't this the pastor who saved him from the dire situation? Could it be that he hadn't woken up yet and was still having the nightmare?
He couldn't help rubbing his eyes.

I found that my eyes were a little moist, and it seemed that there were two pieces of things stuck on the palm of my hand when I rubbed my eyes.

Take your hands down and take a look.

"Walter, fuck!" Jeff was so scared that he took three steps back and screamed.

It was because there were two blood-red oval pieces of skin stuck on the back of his hand when he rubbed his eyes. They turned out to be his two upper eyelids.

Just by rubbing his eyes, he rubbed both of his eyelids off, and there was blood on them.

"Oh my eyes. My eyes. What happened? What on earth is going on?"

He looked at the two pieces of skin on his hands. His palms were shaking constantly. He wanted to touch his eyes with his hands, but he didn't dare to. He just felt a little uncomfortable in his eyes.

But there didn't seem to be any pain as I had imagined, as if nothing had happened.

"What the hell is happening to my body?" he asked, his voice trembling.

Before I figured it out, I didn't even dare to turn around and run away.

He felt that his body was fragile, just like those two rag dolls. Would he be turned into the same as those rag dolls by this pastor?

Oh my God, is this pastor a devil?
Jeff was a little bit unbelievable and even had an urge to cry, but he felt very good now. His body seemed to be very strong and he didn't feel panic anymore.

Is this hell? Am I already trapped in hell? Is everything I see an illusion?
"Something did happen to your body. To put it simply, you are already dead. When you went out, you were shot in the head by your enemy." Ron put down the cutlery, turned to look at Jeff with a smile, and explained.

Originally, in Jeff's view, the pastor's very charitable smile now looked like a devil's smile, as if it concealed infinite evil.

But he heard the pastor's words.

Recalling the very real feeling before, the feeling of brain matter bursting out of his skull and his brain being empty, he suddenly felt that he might really be dead.

"So what's wrong with me now? Am I in hell?"

"You have been resurrected. Just like I asked you just now, how are you feeling?" Ron said.

"I feel like my body is full of strength, but what's wrong with my eyelids? I feel like my skin is very fragile!"

Jeff pinched the eyelid of his right hand that was stuck to the back of his hand with his left hand, and as a result, a large piece of the skin on his arm was torn off like a wrinkled balloon.

The skin was wrinkled there, completely separated from the flesh. "What the hell is wrong with my skin?"

"Am I still alive now?"

Jeff didn't even dare to move around. He held his hands in the air. Even when he was standing, he didn't dare to squeeze his legs too tightly, for fear that he would accidentally rub off some skin, just like his eyelids.

"Of course you are alive now, but you are also dead, in a state of neither dead nor alive. Simply put, you have all the abilities of a living person, but your life structure has become something similar to a zombie. I call it a 'manic curser'!" Ron waved to Jeff.

Jeff felt that he might not be able to run away at this point, so he hesitated and walked over. He glanced at the two little girl figurines opposite the pastor and chose to sit on the empty chair near the door.

This position seemed to be reserved for him, but he also preferred this position because sitting here made it easier for him to escape at any time.

After sitting down, my legs remain tense.

"Will my skin always be so fragile? What should I do? I feel like a plaster doll soaked in water." Jeff didn't even dare to put his hands on the table or touch any object.

"Don't worry, your current condition is just because you lack nutrition." Ron smiled, picked up the knife and fork with both hands, picked up a piece of food from one of the plates, and placed it on the plate in front of him. "If you lack nutrition, you need to eat."

"As long as you can get enough nutrition, your body will be as strong as cowhide and stronger than ordinary people."

"There's no other way. I can only resurrect you this way. After all, your death was so unexpected, and you suffered huge brain trauma. Your brains were eaten by dogs. If the injuries were minor, maybe I could help you heal the wounds directly and prevent you from becoming a cursed person." Ron apologized.

Jeff's eyes were now fixed on the dinner plate in front of him.

Only then did he realize that after the flesh and blood in the plate was cut into slices, it looked like a bloody well-done steak, stained with a black, blood-like substance.

The most important thing is that it is still wriggling, but it is not the kind of wriggling that a frog does after being skinned.

Instead, it is like a snail or a mealworm, constantly curling and moving vigorously.

It seemed to want to escape from the plate, but it seemed to be restrained by an invisible force and could only flutter and bump around in the plate, just like a living being!
But it was clearly just a cut-up steak.

On another plate there was a roasted heart with sauce on it, but the heart was still beating and one could even hear a faint heartbeat.

At the opening of the heart's arteries, one can even see sporadic flames, as if uncompletely burned smoke is constantly floating up from the blood vessels.

It looked like there was a stove inside.

There was also a pot in the middle of the dining table, with a dark green soup base mixed with traces of bright red blood.

It was constantly emitting boiling bubbles, which burst and formed into ghost faces.

These ghost faces rushed to the edge of the pot, climbed up two centimeters along the pot, and then slid down completely, making a faint roar of unwillingness.

What are these?

While Jeff was still in shock, he heard Ron's words. He couldn't help but stop being afraid of the food in front of him and asked hurriedly, "Wait, wait!"

"What do you mean by the dog eating your brain?" (End of this chapter)