Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 427 Story of Centipede

Golden Horse Hotel.

presidential suite.

"Look, this city is great, it's not an exaggeration to say it's a paradise. Painful memories can only be kept for an hour, but happy memories can be preserved forever, just like what just happened. If this is not paradise, where else can be paradise?"

Robert Will kept his mouth shut and looked excitedly at the back of the person talking by the window, his heart beating fast in his chest.

When he thought about getting the remains of the Named One soon, his heart couldn't help but cheer. He had long been eager to enter a completely new realm. The development of things that humans could see was too limited.

However, not everyone has the opportunity. It was fate, the horse in the woods that was spying in the dark, that brought this lord to his side, allowing him to inherit the remains of the deceased named lord and carry on the other's will.

"Sir..." Rob called softly.

The man standing by the window sighed and commented on the wanderers outside the hotel: "These people must have just arrived in this city and don't know how to enjoy themselves yet. They have to remember some serious and unhappy things, making themselves panic. It's really stupid and pitiful."

After saying this, he turned around and faced Rob.

When he saw the other person's face, Rob held his breath, just like when he first met the other person. The other person's face was a mosaic flashing in reality.

"Have you met the others?" the mysterious man asked.

Rob nodded. "Ms. Angang and Prince Carter? We have met each other and I still remember what we talked about."

"Well, very good. You did a good job in this event. It can be seen that you put a lot of effort into it. You didn't invite him directly, but instead invited someone who is very suitable for the movie.

However, your true intentions were discovered by Xia Shou, what a pity."

Hearing this, Rob's heart rose to his throat.

Aren't you going to give it to him?

He had put so much energy and given up a seat at the Dream Theater to get to this point, and if in the end he couldn't even get the wreckage, then what would he have left?
A feeling of anger rose in Rob's heart, but this anger only lasted for a short time. He knew that his resentment and anger were of no use.

From the very beginning, the other party gave if they wanted to, and didn't give if they didn't want to. They didn't enter into any fair transaction contract, it was purely a verbal agreement. Only in this way could they get the opportunity to work for this adult.

This was not a transaction, but a demonstration of complete self-sacrifice, just like believers cutting flesh to please the gods. Such self-abuse behavior was never intended to ask for anything from the gods.

Only with piety...only with the belief of devoting everything can one reach a higher realm!
"But you worked hard and you deserve it."

"Ah... Lord Zeng, I am willing to do anything for you!" Robert knelt down with a trembling voice, his cheeks trembling slightly with ecstasy.

"So...are you ready to accept this supreme gift?"

"I'm all ready." Rob untied his tie, unbuttoned the opening on his chest, and took off his shirt. His skin was covered with mysterious languages ​​and patterns, and some eyeballs were stitched on.

The eyeballs are of different sizes, and the edges are sewn to Rob's body tightly with fine stitches. Some of the eyeballs cannot recognize their owners, while others can easily identify their species, such as the unique and iconic eyeballs of chameleons.

Different creatures see different things. Because of the difference in the number of cones and rods, as well as the difference in the structure of the eyeball, the world seen by different animals is very different.

For some animals, the world is seen in black and white, but they have extremely high dynamic vision, while for some animals, the colors are much richer than those of humans.

Humans are... ultimately too limited, so these eyes, carefully sewn onto the body, are the ritual embodiment of his inner desires. He wants the color vision of a hummingbird, the field of vision of a chameleon, and the sight of a horse!
"You are very thoughtful. You even found believers of the tailor to help you do these things. You are really pious." The mysterious man laughed.

"I'm just trying my best. I'm far from worthy of the legacy left by the Namer." Robert lowered his head and looked at his transformed body, which had become the ritual itself.

The mysterious man held out his hand, and Rob quickly raised his hands.

Then, half of a broken, dried eyeball was placed in Robert's palm.

When the skin of his palm touched the dry eyeball, a strong resonance from the inside out, from the bottom of his heart, hit Robert fiercely. Just from this momentary feeling, he already knew who the dead person was.

He is the "centipede of story" - the worm that sees dead water, the observer without drama, the worm that dies in the future, the worm that forcibly creates drama...

The most ordinary possibilities from the past to the future will be displayed in the eyes of the Story Centipede, and then, He will add unprecedented drama to these ordinary daily lives!
This eyeball... as an organ of observation, is undoubtedly an extremely precious part among the remains of the horse in the forest. Robert Wan did not expect that the other party promised such precious remains!

"Woo...woo...woo!" Rob cried.

The corners of his mouth were raised, but tears were constantly flowing from his eyes.

He was so moved, really so moved!
He opened his mouth wide and solemnly put the eyeball into his mouth.

Swallowing is one of the behaviors that best fits the concept of absorption in mortals, and swallowing in a ritual body is the most common practice.

Rob used his tongue to pull his eyeballs between his back teeth. He knew that he should bite down hard and then chew desperately, so that he could generate the "desire to eat and absorb" and complete the whole ritual.

But he was very hesitant. Was he really worthy of biting such a precious thing into pieces?

While he was thinking, his teeth had already bitten down. His dry eyeballs had no elasticity at all, but the moment he bit down, his vision had changed.

He could see how the room had been decorated ten years ago.

As Rob continued chewing, the image in front of him became clearer and clearer.

The eyeballs that were stitched on his body began to peel off, and the pupils of his eyes on his face slowly turned into a glowing white. Then, a number appeared in the white - one!

"Ah, I... I understand, I understand everything." Robert slowly stood up and glanced at the surrounding environment.

As his eyes flashed white, the already somewhat old decoration suddenly became brand new, as if it had just been renovated.

Then, the number in his eyes turned to five.

With a flash of white light, the room's decoration changed to a completely different style, and the wall paint had not dried yet, as if the decoration was still half-finished.

"How great, haha! Hahaha!" Rob grinned, then suddenly turned his head to look at the mysterious man whose face was covered with mosaics.

The mysterious man chuckled softly: "It's very interesting."

Robert stared at the mysterious man for a few seconds, and in his eyes, the other person's appearance did not change at all.

The number in Robert's eyes flashed from five to ten, but in his eyes, the other party was still in the same posture as now.

So, Rob's crazy expression from the previous second calmed down again and became gentle and respectful.

He bent down and knelt on one knee, and said in a very docile manner: "Master Zhe, I am always waiting for your orders."

"That's right, but weren't you a little too proud of yourself just now?" The mysterious man walked up to Robert, pressed down on his shoulder with his left hand, and pierced Robert's right eye with his right hand, taking out the eyeball.

"Ahhhhhh!! My eyes!" Robert screamed in pain, covering his smoking right eye socket and crying.

It's not because of the pain, but the fear of losing strength.

"I'll give it back to you. You have to remember, a dog should not guard its food, and certainly not bare its teeth at its owner." The mysterious man smiled.

Rob endured the double pain of mind and body, leaned down, put his lips close to the other's right foot, and kept kissing...

(End of this chapter)