Cyber ​​Sword Immortal Iron Rain

This "growth" continues.

It was as if the new body was not made of flesh and blood, but was made up of some kind of viscous liquid; now the liquid was also floating upwards and dragged towards the side by the "gravity" released by the tree canopy.

Of course, this is impossible - even if these blisters are too swollen, it is impossible for them to detach from the body and float up to the leaves at the top of the tree; after all, Xin is not a human figure made of tar or wax.

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Snapped!

With a faint crisp sound, a blister in the new palm quietly burst - followed by another. The swelling of the pus inside had exceeded the limit of what the skin surface could accommodate: yellow tissue fluid gushed out and dripped onto the ground.

This is just the beginning:

Xin didn't think that this strange phenomenon would end with the bursting of a few blisters - the previously suppressed heat and fever was rising from every limb of his body.

It seems like urging, calling, and pulling...

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"How? What should I do?"

Shin raised his head and shouted towards the outline in the middle of the tree trunk - although there was no trace of any individual in the clear red light:

"Boss, boss! Fang Bailu! Are you there? Can you hear me?"

He called out earnestly, as if Fang Bailu was right in front of him. But as expected: Xin did not get any response from the giant tree; not even a flicker of light.

That’s right——

The changes have reached such a point, how can they be changed by just a few calls?

The numbness in his palm turned into a stabbing pain: his body was giving Xin one last chance to choose...either turn around and leave immediately, and give up the wish he made for Atong - then perhaps, he would have a chance to see her again.

Or you can take a gamble and risk your own existence... In the unknown future, who knows if there is still hope?

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The hesitation and indecision did not last long: even though he had gradually changed into a human being who could survive in society, he still retained the coldness of a weapon deep inside.

Xin will still choose the simplest and most direct solutions - if necessary.

Finally, he shook his head slightly, then took a step forward - he was ready to try all the methods again; he had no time to care about the risks and fears.

If you just wait like this without doing anything, there will be only one new ending: extinction. You will not even be able to fulfill your wish, and will be annihilated into nothingness; you will be assimilated and devoured by the tree of flesh and blood.

Even if it is a wrong action, it is better than taking no action: this is the lesson taught to me by the "person" in front of me who no longer exists.

He closed his eyes again, and opened them again - despite thousands of thoughts flowing through his mind, he still stretched out his left hand and placed it on the surface of the red tree.

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The first thing Xin felt was not the touch on his palm, but the darkness that suddenly enveloped his eyes.

The perception of the flow of time was stretched to a length at this moment - he was waiting, waiting for the node before being merged and devoured.

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Snap: It was as if a glass window was shattering and bursting open; like the fragile and blurred partition between the real world and the illusion, it was also like the silent explosion at the birth of the universe.

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Then, the illusion crashed into the new mind:

He could glimpse some of the dream - these fragments of the fantasy dream came along the newly connected arm, carrying pictures, smells and sounds; and they were denser and more real than the information captured in reality.

The blood-colored river, the mist in the sky; the gray-black gullies with light pink between the two banks, like the cerebral cortex, are undulating on the ground. There is a dampness in the air, and the smell of raw meat -

It is obviously not a place that exists in the world, but it is still beyond new expectations: this is not a completely crazy, upside-down dream, but follows a certain self-consistent mechanism. In other words, it is more like...

The afterimage of reality and the fold between dreams——

His snooping continued.

Xin could see the man on the scarlet river, floating in the warm water: his eyes were closed, his limbs were submerged but not sunk, like a large piece of garbage floating on the water. His face looked familiar to Xin.

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Chapter 322: The Ten Unforgivable Crimes (VIII)

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He suddenly realized that he was spying on Fang Bailu's breathing... something that seemed like a dream.

This strange scene, but not the real Pegasus starry sky, undoubtedly revealed some of the essence of the so-called "turtle breath", the difference between it and the real dream - the red turtle breath that Fang Bailu was experiencing, under the appearance that was completely different from the reality, it still followed the real logic: at least Xin did not see human bodies falling like rain, and the flesh and blood condensed from liquid was floating in the concrete river.

Since it is not just a pure fantasy, then perhaps there is still a chance for change.

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Hey! Hey! Here! Do you hear me?

He used his imaginary mouth to roar with all his might; his nonexistent hands waved wildly - but he was still just a bystander who watched the turtle's breathing from a distance; naturally, he did not make any real sound.

The man on the Scarlet River was still soaking in the current, like a tourist who had fallen asleep in a swimming pool.

Just as Xin was thinking about how to use other methods to send a signal to Fang Bailu:

call--

It was like falling to the bottom while bungee jumping, and then being yanked back up by the bungee rope: the new eyes saw everything in a tortoise shell, rapidly moving away from them; it was like the scene was rapidly shrinking into a miniature model, until it became a tiny dot of light in the distance.

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In silence——

The bizarre scene completely faded from Xin's eyes.

Just as abruptly as when he started to peek at the turtle's breath: Xin returned to reality - the red light filled his vision again.

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boom!

Xin felt a little dazed: his consciousness suddenly jumped between different scenes, making him feel dizzy as if he was lacking oxygen - but even in this state, the question was still lingering in Xin's mind.

So: How can we wake Fang Bailu up... and make him completely sober from this half-dream and half-confusion?

There is not much time left to think about this problem again -

He saw the part of himself that was touching the red tree: his palm.

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His palm, which was pressed against the tree of flesh and blood, was melting: the originally clear outlines between the five fingers had disappeared, and it blended with the surrounding bark... It was as if he had put his hand into a pot of cement that had not yet solidified; it was sticky, and felt firm when pulled.

The tree was eating the new. Like a fly caught by a Cordyceps, but in his heart there was only a little wavering resistance.

When the Kuala Lumpur disaster occurred, Xin Ye was transformed by the Xihe Girl in an instant... but not like now, there was no such slow and numb process.

It even made Xin feel a tingling fear.

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I didn't waste time pulling back in vain, trying to free my palm from the adhesion.

呲!

Without hesitation, Xin grabbed the hilt that bounced from the back of his neck and pulled out the elastic sword embedded in the skin outside the spine:

The sword blade was stretched straight in the air with a new swing - and then it slashed at his wrist.

The sword's tip flashed a dazzling trail:

brush!

The sword blade cut through his blood, bones and flesh without any stagnation - in addition to the sharpness of the blade itself, Shinya tried his best to relax the muscles in his arms; removing as much obstruction as possible.

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Xin felt no pain - this was undoubtedly a dangerous signal:

And more phenomena that broke his common sense and past experience continued to emerge...

He looked at the cross-section of his wrist again: in just a few seconds of bringing his wrist to his face, the smoothly cut muscle sections surrounding the ulna and radius began to produce tiny, wriggling granulations - there were no small streams of blood gushing out like fountains: before the body fluids had time to get out of the gap, they were wrapped up again by the muscles and scar tissue, leaving only a few red marks.

This violent growth did not come from his own regenerative ability: neither in the past nor now after his rebirth; his new body had never reached such a terrifying degree.

It was the call of the giant tree of flesh and blood: it was not attracting a new mind, but calling to his body - in some strange and ugly way.

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thump—

The sudden dizziness almost made him fall: the insufficient supply to the brain caused by hypoglycemia and anemia made Xin unable to keep his feet steady.

Every part of the new body was trying its best to squeeze out nutrients and calories from the other parts, longing to be a little closer to the vermilion trunk.

He turned his eyes away slightly: the palm that was left on the tree bark had disappeared without a trace; there was not even the slightest color difference left in the red wrinkles.

"Two, three, four..."

Xin counted in his heart, estimating the speed of the wound's change: within a few seconds, the muscle tissue of his right forearm extended nearly thirty centimeters from the broken end; but the bone tissue did not proliferate, making this piece of flesh that exceeded Xin's original hand length and had no bone support appear loose and cumbersome; it turned into a puddle of hanging mud.

He looked at the foreign object on his wrist that was growing towards the tree of flesh and blood, and looked a bit like quick-drying foam. He made a rough calculation in his heart.

Even at the highest efficiency possible, the speed at which Xin was moving could not match the speed at which his own flesh and blood was rushing towards the pilgrimage like a sunflower... not to mention that he was exhausted now.

The answer had already emerged clearly in his mind - although he had already made relevant guesses and tried his best to prepare himself mentally.

Today, he was destined to be unable to leave here: at least, he could not maintain his human appearance and identity and walk out of this temple-like wasteland.

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Bang, ping, clang.

He loosened his grip on the hilt of the sword and let it slide to the ground, bouncing and making a sharp sound:

At this point, I no longer need weapons to protect myself.

"call……"

He let out a long breath with a sluggish sound of phlegm: his new trachea, throat and tongue became swollen; it wouldn't be long before the proliferating granulation tissue would block all the orifices in his body - except for his soul and his mind, every part of his new body was eager to return to the mother's body.

More changes appeared in his new body. The direct contact with the Double Helix Tree just now was like a trigger, a key, taking him in a direction completely opposite to that of humans.

He fumbled around in his pocket and pulled out the iron piece with a long chain, letting the handmade necklace hang in front of his face. Between the five fingers of his only remaining hand, a thin membrane like a webbed foot had grown out, which secreted transparent and shiny body fluids as it stretched.

Shin is becoming less and less of a human being: minus his heart and his inner being.

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“Death is not the end: to die is to be reborn, to see everything once more—this is my destiny.”

Xin thought so: The word "destiny" has not appeared in his mind for a long time; but when he was about to reach the end of his life, this lingering thought once again lingered in his soul.

So he quietly overturned this idea... This idea should only exist in the days in the wilderness. During the many days he spent in the city, someone taught him that there is no predetermined destiny in the world.

Death was just a consequence, a simple ending - a choice he made in exchange for something better.

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For Xin, the option of giving up and leaving never existed. From the moment he decided to leave Kuala Lumpur and New Malaysia and come here, he already knew that he could never return:

At this very moment, he remembered someone who made him realize how insignificant he was - making him want to give up everything in exchange for that other person's happiness.

So, this is not a choice:

Wish, this is his wish.

"I want to see you one more time... Then, we can take a walk together."

He opened his mouth and swallowed the iron pendant into his mouth; his entire digestive tract became swollen, making swallowing extremely difficult and long; but in the end the pendant passed through the cardia and fell into his stomach.

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Shin took a staggering step and opened his broken arms. He stumbled a few steps, then hugged the tree of flesh and blood tightly.