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"I should have seen you before, but I shouldn't know you."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man's face finally turned gloomy. His originally imposing face was now a little gloomy. He squatted down, his voice became a little colder, and he spoke slowly.

"I'll give you another chance."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man gently raised his hand, put the gun against my throat, his finger lightly pressed the trigger, and spoke word by word.

"Now, say my name."

I burst out laughing, looked directly at the gloomy middle-aged man in front of me, and said in a nonchalant tone.

"Do you think this kind of threat is of any use to an immortal?"

The middle-aged man's expression remained unchanged as he answered slowly and calmly.

"When the bullet goes through your throat, the fragments of the bullet will remain in your throat. You can't die, but for a short period of time, you can't breathe either."

"When your body begins to heal itself, those irregular fragments will be squeezed out by the new tissue, causing secondary damage to you."

"Believe me, it's definitely not comfortable."

"And you are someone who can't stand pain."

My eyes narrowed. The middle-aged man in front of me really knew me very well. Could it be that I really had some deep grudge with him?

The middle-aged man was extremely persistent about his own name, and said it again in a cold voice.

"Now, can you tell me my name?"

I don’t know why the middle-aged man in front of me is so obsessed with such a trivial matter, and this obsession makes people feel disgusted.

"I'll say it again, I don't know your name."

"Be direct and tell me your purpose, otherwise this conversation won't go on."

The middle-aged man's eyes twitched, and his finger was already on the trigger, but when he was about to fire, he released the trigger, slowly stood up, put on that annoying smile again, and spoke gently.

"Forget it, I'm not such a stingy person."

"Why would I bother with you about such a small matter?"

I looked at the moody middle-aged man in front of me and suddenly felt a little funny. It seemed that the people in this world were not normal, extreme and barbaric.

The middle-aged man handed the pistol behind him, and then a man came slowly, took the pistol, bent over, and stood behind him. The middle-aged man put his hands behind his back, looked down at me, and said in a gentle voice.

"We met ten years ago, in the Corpse God Cult."

"I have cut your flesh and drank your blood every day. I cannot survive without you."

"How could you forget me?"

When I heard this, my eyes moved, and I finally found a blurry face in those distant and vague memories.

I suddenly realized, looked at the middle-aged man, nodded slightly and said.

"Oh, I remembered."

"You are a small follower of the leader. You are much older than you were ten years ago."

This was an ordinary sentence, just stating what I remembered, but the middle-aged man's face changed and a crazy light flashed in his eyes.

The middle-aged man gave a fake laugh and talked to himself.

"Minions? Huh."

Suddenly, the middle-aged man leaned over quickly, grabbed my collar, looked into my eyes with a sullen face, and said in a cold voice.

"I'm not some little minion!"

"I've had enough of you stupid guys, you all look down on me!"

"Don't look at me with such an arrogant look. I, Sun He, will never be a waste that will be trampled under your feet!"

"I'm telling you! Those who looked down on me are dead! Including that stupid leader!"

Sun He? What a strange name.

I kept my expression unchanged as I looked at Sun He's angry face. This guy, as expected, was just like other humans, with a mental disorder.

The funny thing is, I seem to have gotten used to dealing with lunatics like this, because most of the leaders of human strongholds I've met look like this shit.

I narrowed my eyes slightly. The Sun He in front of me was obviously a guy with extremely low self-esteem, like a grass seed buried in the dust. After the extreme low self-esteem sprouted, he would protect himself with extreme self-conceit.

After a brief silence, I looked at Sun He with a look of surprise and asked.

"The leader is dead? Is that possible?"

I believe that someone as self-deprecating as Sun He would proudly tell me everything and show off to me when he heard such a question.

As expected, Sun He actually enjoyed my poor acting skills very much, with a look of pride in his eyes.

Sun He turned around while smiling. Someone had brought a chair over. Sun He sat down easily, took a deep breath, and spoke slowly.

"I knew you would ask that. Maybe you are laughing in your heart, thinking that I am easy to deal with and that you can easily get the information out of me."

"But there are some things I wanted to say."

Sun He lowered his eyebrows and looked at the stains on the soles of his feet, frowning slightly. He reached out his hand, gently brushed off the stains on the shoe surface, and spoke softly.

"I have been interested in you since ten years ago."

"But this is also a very natural thing. Any normal person would yearn for someone who is immortal."

"That so-called leader had a very simple idea at the beginning. He just treated you as a permanent granary. What a short-sighted person."

"You should thank me. It was me who suggested establishing a religion to consolidate your rule."

"In other words, I put you on a pedestal."

Hearing this, I felt a chill run down my body, and the look in my eyes when I looked at Sun He also became a little strange.

At this moment, a hint of anger flashed in Sun He's eyes. He clenched his fists and said in a deep voice.

"I alone developed a detailed plan, teachings, and follow-up plans."

"But that short-sighted fool actually treated me as a servant, calling me at will and sending me away at will, without any respect at all."

"He looked down on me, excluded me from the center of power, and only treated me as a useful tool."

Sun He suddenly became agitated. He slammed the armrest of the chair and roared.

"Even other people look down on me and ignore me!"

"They don't even think about it. Without me, they would be nothing!"

"I'm not a knife that you throw away after using it. I'm smarter than everyone else!"

After the roar, Sun He gasped for breath, and finally set his gaze on me again. His eyes were burning, and countless complex emotions flashed through his mind, giving me goose bumps all over my body.

In this weird atmosphere, I heard Sun He speak slowly.

"In that situation, the only one who can support me to endure the humiliation is you."

Wait, why does this sound so weird?

Could this bastard be walking on dry land? ?

Chapter 200 Disease (V)

The atmosphere seemed to be getting strange, at least that's what I felt.

There was something wrong with the way Sun He looked at me, very wrong, a little too gentle. Just when I was about to stop pretending and was about to attack, what Sun He said next dispelled my worries.

"At that time, I insisted on cutting your flesh and letting your blood flow every day."

“I’ll do it no matter what the weather.”

“But I did not eat your flesh, nor did I drink your blood.”

"To me, you are so special. You are an unreasonable immortal and you completely break the rules of physics."

Sun He's eyes narrowed and he looked at me straight with an earnest look. He raised his tone and spoke word by word.

"I want your immortality."

Hearing this, I breathed a sigh of relief. Compared to those psychopaths I have seen, Sun He's ideas seemed the most normal to me.

After all, who wouldn't want immortality?

"I have done many experiments with your flesh and blood."

"For example, I have sewed your flesh onto other people's bodies and onto corpses."

Sun He's eyes became more and more fanatical, as if there was a flame burning in them. He looked at me, slowly stretched out his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and said in a deep voice.

"No one knows that I have been watching you closely, listening to your screams, and eavesdropping on every word you say."

"I don't want to miss any clues. I have always believed that the key to becoming immortal is hidden in you."

"I understand your immortality better than you do. I understand you better than anyone else."

"I am the person who knows you best in this world."

At this point, Sun He's expression gradually became distorted, as if madness was crawling all over his face like a spider web. He clenched his fists, and the joints between his fingers made crackling sounds.

"Everything I did was not in vain. I heard everything you said to that little girl Zi Su ten years ago."

"Although it's unbelievable, I'm willing to believe you, so I started planning for ten years later."

Hearing this, my expression finally changed. I looked at Sun He with a trace of uneasiness in my heart, while Sun He continued.

"Think about it carefully. If it weren't for me, how could that little girl named Zi Su be alive today?"

"Even if he survived until now, he would be missing some limbs."

"I arranged all this in secret."

"For ten whole years, I have been developing my own power, using your prophecy ten years ago to make them believe me."

"Thanks to you, your prediction has slowly come true over the past ten years."

"In your prophecy."

"The days are getting shorter and the nights are getting longer."

"And the coming of the last day."

Sun He narrowed his eyes slightly, with a look of half-smile, and the madness in his eyes became more and more intense.

"Last year, towards the winter."

"Except for the area where you are, the zombies have all become alienated, and the soil has become unsuitable for plant survival."

"All of this is consistent with your prediction, and at that time, I completely gained the submission of all the members of the Corpse God Cult."

"I killed those who looked down on me, impaled their heads on stakes, and hung them at the gate of the Corpse God Cult."

"Then, I will bring all the members of the Corpse God Cult to you."

"You might be wondering, why should I bring everyone with me? Isn't this a burden?"

"If you think so, then I can only say that you are still the simple guy you were ten years ago."

"Those old, weak, women and children are excellent food."

Hearing this, I was stunned for a moment, then my pupils shrank slightly, and my voice became colder as I whispered to Sun He.

"You guys haven't changed at all."

Sun He seemed to take everything for granted. His expression remained unchanged and he spoke slowly in a nonchalant tone.

"For us in the Corpse God Cult, cannibalism is never something to be surprised about."

"You've already seen it, why are you pretending to be surprised?"

I didn't answer Sun He's question, not because I had nothing to say, but because I felt that talking to someone like him would be a waste of time.

Indeed, as he said, after being in this world for a long time, he has seen a lot of things like cannibalism, and it is time to get used to it and become numb.

But I am a mentally ill person. Even though I have seen it countless times, even though I have been used as food by others, every time I feel like I am seeing it for the first time.

Anger and unwillingness, these emotions would surge in my chest every time, making my blood hot and the pain unbearable.

The first time I saw the legendary "eating one's own children" actually happening in front of me, the discomfort I felt meant that I would never get used to such a thing.

Sun He continued talking, as if showing off to me, about his ten years of dormancy and his resentment towards other people.