2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

The scarlet meat mountain exploded.

The sun-like figure walked step by step into the layers of fat. The aroma of fat mixed with the weird burnt smell filled every corner of the secret room.

With a dull roar, bunches of flames erupted from the Scarlet Queen's body, and the gaps continued to expand until they were torn apart, eventually exploding into countless charred pieces of flesh.

At this moment, riots broke out again in all the VIP wards on the seventh floor of the hospital. Countless patients who had been knocked down by the anesthetic gas stood up in extremely weird postures, and the tentacles extending from their bodies were waving wildly, destroying everything around them.

These elderly people wearing hospital gowns had their eyes closed throughout the entire process, and their hands and feet remained motionless. Now it's not them controlling the tentacles, it's the tentacles controlling them.

On a city street in the early morning, a pedestrian's head split open in the middle without any warning, and a thick meat tube with fangs at the end protruded from it, biting off the street lamp next to it.

In the school dormitory, the sleeping figure on the bed next to the window suddenly bulged strangely, and countless red threads as thick as noodles came out of the bedding and pierced the stomachs of the students on the lower bunk.

Blood stained the bedding, and screams of fear and pain woke up the entire dormitory building.

In the bedroom of a high-rise apartment, a young girl wearing a white nightdress and a thin mattress suddenly opened her eyes, and her body twisted strangely and crazily. Her hands, feet and neck were tied to the bed with nylon ropes by someone unknown, and her tender skin was rubbed with deep blood marks under the fierce struggle.

The girl's belly was split in the middle, and her ribs were outstretched and colliding like a living thing, like an energetic crab turned over, with eight appendages scratching and dancing in the air.

...

At the same time, there was a scarlet hat in his hand. After turning it twice on his fingertips, he put it on his head, completely covering his big red bald head.

At the same time as the blood-clothed monster spoke, nearly a hundred corpses standing frozen in the open space in front of them suddenly seemed to have had their marrow removed, and they fell one after another.

The wheelchair placed next to the bed was pierced by one of the ribs, flew out, and hit the wall hard.

The few people present all held their breaths and stared at the figure in the distance that seemed human but not human. The air seemed to become thicker at this moment, and every breath was so difficult and stagnant.

"Xiaowen, where are you? I'm so scared..."

In large and small corners of the city, hundreds of similar chaos suddenly started and ended suddenly, almost at the same time, and almost at the same time.

Ye Buyu, who was not far away, looked at this scene, his brows almost turned into the character "Chuan".

Their twisted and swollen bodies quickly returned to their original shape, and the extra limbs and tentacles fell off at the same time, and countless blood lines as thick as a thumb crawled out from inside.

The dark armor that was firmly bound by the chains struggled wildly, and the boy's desperate voice came from inside: "No! You can't kill it! Sister!!"

This scarlet "cloth" wrapped its body tightly, making it impossible to tell whether it was a normal human limb or a monster's tentacle.

To say "open eyes" is actually a bit abstract. It would be better to say "two white inverted triangles gradually appeared on a blood-red ball."

Wearing a gray-blue suit, the handsome priest turned the ring on his hand. His eyes changed from unwillingness and regret at the beginning to relief and even pride now.

At the same time, the body of the blood-clothed monster was slightly taller.

She knew that the ability to transform into a different species would affect Yan Muyun's personality. If the demon-melting transformation would make his temper extremely violent, then the parasitic-beast transformation would obviously make his character evil and neurotic.

After the gorgeous transformation was completed, the blood-clothed monster held the brim of his hat with one hand and snapped his fingers with the other hand: "Kids, please be quiet."

The underground secret room of Chenjing Shenghui International Hospital.

He...no, I should say it is it. The appearance at this moment makes it difficult for people to equate it with the species "human".

In the school dormitory, the teenager huddled in the corner of the balcony. At the door were the frightened faces of familiar classmates and teachers. On the lower bunk of the bunk bed by the window, the student lying on it was stained red with blood, his eyes wide open, and he was as angry as a gossamer.

"Fuck."

The moment his voice fell, the rampaging patients in the VIP ward on the seventh floor of the hospital suddenly stopped and lay down one by one in the middle of a mess of medical equipment and furniture.

The scarlet round head, without a single hair on it, exuded a lustrous luster under the light. The outline of its facial features is so pale that it is almost impossible to distinguish it. There are only two black lines at the eyes, no nose, no ears. Where the mouth should be, there is only a black line that extends almost to the back of the head.

These blood lines twisted and crawled forward, like small snakes, scrambling to reach the feet of the blood-clothed monster and got into the flowing blood robe.

In the middle of the ground that was full of broken tentacles, fat pieces of meat, and sticky slurry, the blazing fire that was about to burn the sky had been extinguished, and a bloody figure more than two meters high stood there silently and stiffly.

The blood-clothed monster looked down at his body and complained dissatisfiedly. Then I saw it turn around, and the blood flowing on the surface of its body turned into a blood-colored windbreaker. The style was very similar to what the tough guy agents in European and American movies wear.

Finally, the figure covered in flowing blood curtain trembled and slowly opened its eyes.

"This outfit... doesn't look good at all..."

"Snapped."

On a city street in the early morning, a man sat slumped on the ground, looking at a large piece of streetlight missing in front of him, his eyes full of fear and confusion. The surrounding pedestrians seemed to be avoiding monsters, staying away from him one by one, and police sirens came from the corner of the street ahead.

It covered its body with flowing blood. From its shoulders to the soles of its feet, the warm and slightly fishy plasma slowly flowed down until it dripped onto the floor, forming a small pool of blood.

The pair of white inverted triangles blinked and lowered their heads, as if they were looking at their own bodies. Then I saw the lower half of its face slowly revealing a gap that went straight to the base of its ears, which was filled with pale fangs and a scarlet tongue that was as fat as a python:

The blood-clothed monster grinned, and its countless sharp teeth shone coldly under the light. It looked like it was smiling happily: "As I thought, as long as I acquire this guy's abilities, I can inherit everything from him... ..”

This mountain of scarlet flesh that once brought him endless wealth collapsed, but a greater and more sacred existence was born bathed in its flesh and blood.

Its voice was high-pitched and harsh, like fingernails scratching a blackboard, making people's skin crawl.

In the bedroom of a high-rise apartment, a girl wearing a torn nightgown clasped her hands on her chest, looking at the scratched walls and the deformed wheelchair in the corner. Her pale oval face was full of panic and disbelief.