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"I'm finally here?"

"This monster has been waiting for me in this abnormal woodland?"

"But why does it always appear when my moth phase is promoted, and why are there no such vivid hallucinations at all when other esoteric sexual phases are promoted?"

New questions arose in Watson's heart. Although he was in the hallucination of moth phase promotion, his thinking was very clear and active. Finally, he no longer had to passively wait for the story to progress like a dream - even if His body was still unable to move, but at least his mind was clear.

However, being awake is often more painful than being confused. The more he knows, the more confused he feels. Questions emerge from the bottom of his heart one after another, seemingly endless... But at least this time I am still awake. Maybe I can through observation Analyzing the behavior of this ancient monster provides a certain answer.

The ancient monster seemed to realize that the mortals in front of him were not yet capable of receiving his message directly, so he stretched out his deformed finger like a Swiss Army Knife, which contained all kinds of strange bone fragments.

First, he pops out the bone fragment with a weird shape like a key to open the scar lock on the throat, and then uses the scissors-like bone fragment to prune the abnormal vocal cords, adjusting the vocal frequency to a level that even mortals can directly hear... which is probably It's possible that you will go crazy after listening to it.

Then Watson heard this ancient monster with its vocal cords trimmed, actually speaking Mandarin with perfect accents!

"John Watson, you're too damn late!"

The deformed monster walked over directly and stretched out its arms to hook the shoulders of the petrified mortal, looking as close as if friends who had known each other for many years were reunited.

The future is to ignore the damage caused by its intimate action to the petrified molting species - the arm covered with fine hardened scales just gently puts it on the other person's shoulder, and has already scratched the fragile skin into deep grooves. The bloodstains were deep enough to show the bones.

"Um???"

I don’t know if it was affected by the strangely silent forest or the influence of this weird monster... Watson only felt that his thoughts were becoming more and more blurry and chaotic, and strange ideas popped up in his mind from time to time.

Especially when he heard this familiar quintessence of Chinese culture, he felt as if three suspicious question marks were rising above his head like a character in a cartoon.

"Why is this monster's Mandarin so standard? It's even more standard than the Mandarin I spoke before I entered the School of International Relations!"

"Wait! Whether this Mandarin is standard or not is not the point!"

"The point is - why does this monster specifically want to communicate with me in Mandarin? They have really seen through my identity as a time traveler?!!!"

Watson's doubts became more and more serious. If it weren't for the mimic muscles of the soul body that seemed to have become independent and refused to obey the orders of the thinking center at this time, his two horizontal eyebrows would have been deeply bent.

But the ancient monster obviously didn't take his feelings to heart, and kept talking nonsense to himself.

"Your boy is finally here. Do you know how long I have been waiting in this gap?!"

"Three years after another, three years after another, do you know how many years have I been waiting for?"

The monster, lost in thought, took out its seventh, slender and needle-sharp claw, pierced it deeply into its temple, then rotated it counterclockwise 780 degrees, drilling out a black hole that led to the depths of its skull.

Then he pulled out a spiral horn hidden on the back of his head, inserted it upside down into the newly dug temple hole, and twisted the horn clockwise seven hundred and eighty times...forget it, let's twist it a little tighter, three times.

As the angles of the temples twisted, the different-colored lights in the three multi-faceted crystal eyes also flickered on and off. To Watson, it was like the fluctuations on the TV screen when the receiving antenna was swung when he was a child.

The monster's spiral horn was finally fixed, and it was able to contact the time and space outside the gap and receive the message left by the boss.

"One, two, three...only three months have passed since I woke up?"

"Has it only been so long since I split?"

"The boss must be deliberately playing tricks on me, and specially arranged a gap for me where the flow of time is abnormal!"

The ancient monster thought so and looked at John Watson, who was wearing his old scales, using his old heart, and had one of his eyes broken.

It gently groped every inch of flesh and blood on this familiar body, feeling the vulnerable and frail body under its palms. It didn't even dare to use a little force, otherwise it would turn the body into stone as if it were shedding its shell if it were not careful. The fragile body is crushed into powder.

"No way, why are you so weak? And you haven't manifested any extraordinary characteristics at all. You haven't even reached the third level, right?!"

The ancient monster was thinking quietly as he peeled off the skull of the petrified mortal body and took out the pale moth flapping inside the skull.

Then, with the pitiful and pleading eyes of the other party, he put it into his mouth without any thought and chewed it with big mouthfuls.

A strand of broken wings fell from between its teeth, along with splashes of gray juice.

Bah, bah, bah—the ancient monster tasted the moth’s flesh and blood, nodded slowly and said:

"Hmm, um... Oh, Winfrey Morgan, the Crossroads Order, the Cowell Hotel... you're right, you're right. I still have some impression of this part. Next, it's Julian's turn. Come on."

The ancient monster continued to chew on the memory of the Pale Moth, and its brows suddenly frowned. Although its face was covered with fine scales, Watson could still detect such a small change in expression from that ugly and terrifying face.

"Wait a minute, that means you have just been promoted to the third level after so long?!"

"And you kid hasn't even stepped through the Bone Gate yet?!"

"Why is the progress so slow this time?!"

"You didn't even touch the butt of the Stag Gate?! And you didn't even notice a trace of the third mark?!!!"

"Too slow, too slow, too slow! Your efficiency is so low, what should we do?"

The ancient monster roared, and suddenly lowered its head in an extremely emotional manner, as if choking in sadness, as if it suddenly knew that it had not been taken seriously at all, as if it was dejected.

"It turns out that I am only responsible for the third-order part..."

The ancient monster continued to chew angrily and began to trace back memories from earlier times. The next second it suddenly raised its head again, and its three multi-faceted eyes also shone with a strange light.

"Oh haha ​​- there is a little surprise. I didn't expect you to have seen the inferior replica of the Stag Gate, and even met that guy Greeby through the air!"

"This is good news that I didn't expect - since there is such a layer of karmic entanglement, the next thing will be easier to handle!"

The terrifying head of the ancient monster finally showed an expression that might be called joyful laughter, but the arc of the laughter was too exaggerated, almost extending to the back of the head.

"Hey, John H. Watson, just wait for me to trick you!"

After saying that, the ancient monster suddenly grabbed the petrified head of the body and wanted to lift the lucky boy directly... However, in its excitement and ecstasy, it accidentally forgot to control its own power.

With this sudden lift, seven barb-like claws dug straight into Watson's skull, lifting the entire head up.

The round head was separated from the stiff body, and the neck was broken like canine teeth.