Monster Collector [Unlimited]

In the flesh and blood of blood relatives, a baby emitting white light from top to bottom finally uttered its first cry in this world.

When his cries sounded, all the obstacles were swept away, the illusion of the gods, the feast of the gods collapsed at this moment, the blood and flesh that wriggled and cheered on the ground completely lost their vitality and turned into a mass of lifeless minced meat.

The baby was crying wantonly, struggling to stretch out its white and tender hands to the nearest person.

Xia Shen came back to his senses, squatted down, hugged the baby tenderly and compassionately, and gave his lover a hug across time and space in such an illusion made of memories.

"What's going on now?" Yan Yao finally regained his senses from his stiff state. He didn't seem to have any sequelae of mental pollution, but the missing memory was enough to make him realize the danger of the situation just now.

Yan Yao rubbed his forehead, looking at the bloody and muddy studio in front of him, he felt a headache from the bottom of his heart.

Qiao Meng was a little more annoyed than him, holding his sword and trying to find a target to attack in the studio: "Damn boss, he was beaten just after entering the house, and now people don't know where to go."

The countdown is still ticking in front of my eyes.

Xia Shen couldn't help but feel a little anxious when he saw the last 3 minutes. He also didn't expect that a mental pollution could make him lose consciousness for such a long time. Now he has found Xie Changli when he was a child, but he hasn't found the important one yet. Organ, time is running out.

However, his existence was still invisible to the other two, but what made him feel even more strange was that the baby didn't seem to be known to those two.

The baby who was still crying, quickly calmed down after feeling the arms of others, grasping his fingers and sleeping peacefully, and the peaceful sleeping face made people feel soft in the heart.

"Let's see what this Mr. Xie is thinking first." Yan Yao calmed down first, and began to rummage through the documents in the house.

In addition to a large number of weird paintings and sculptures in the house, there are also document records that routinely appear in each mission.

Like a diary.

"Today I had that dream again. A dream I had before I was famous. Up there in the starry sky, in the feast of the gods, where everything was their delicacy, and I lay on a plate, waiting I want to use my flesh and blood to soothe their hunger, thirst and anxiety..."

"I heard the bet, I heard the secrets between humans and gods, I am clearly a group on the dinner plate, and I am clearly a member of the feast..."

"I understand."

"I must give myself, at the right time, at the right place, a great life will regenerate on my body and soul..."

"Great life," Yan Yao highlighted these words in the diary, "others are normal sacrificial processes, and there are such dreams in many racist sacrifice records that appeared before, I suspect Those gods used the same rhetoric to induce sacrifices. But, here, he wants to create new life, or some kind of monster."

What Qiao Meng paid attention to was another point. He searched the room, looking at the puddle of flesh and blood in the center that was no longer human: "I'm more curious about the bet."

Yan Yao didn't speak, but looked at him and sighed.

"Okay, okay," Cho Meng raised his hands in surrender, "Stop talking, I know that once such high-level secrets involve gods, ordinary people can't ask them at will."

"The other thing is, did you say the sacrifice was successful?" He walked over and squatted near the pool of flesh and blood, "There is nothing in the room now."

"I think he was half successful when we came in. An indescribable existence has eaten away everything from him." Yan Yao commented, "But he can't succeed."

While speaking, he had already flipped through all the documents, and finally found the name of the ball of white clay that he bought at the auction that day at all costs.

On the last page of the diary, this gentleman, who has been completely insane for the so-called great existence, wrote in a trembling note: "I finally understand why all my experiments failed. The important raw materials... are not the essence condensed by the flesh and blood of thousands of people, not the powder of thousands of years of white bones, not the permafrost of the barren land, and not the so-called gifts from high-dimensional creatures. I need to find something that can truly represent Human things, something that even the gods can't touch...they are only interested in things that they can't get!"

"The Hopeless Sea, the home of the dead, the lightless sea where the light of the gods can never shine."

"The only handful of soil I need to scoop up from the depths of the Hopeless Sea...that is... the heart of the Hopeless Sea."

Qiao Meng became vigilant: "The Hopeless Sea!"

They all knew that His Majesty had personally visited the Hopeless Sea that year, and the grand guilds of these infinite service companies were also very aware of another fact—the mysterious cemetery dungeon was on the edge of the Hopeless Sea.

"If it's something from the Hopeless Sea, how could it appear here." Jomont quickly shook his head again, "Although if it's something from there, those of us who follow the upgrade route stipulated by the gods will indeed not be able to see it. Or what makes it special."

Xia Shen shook his head helplessly after hearing their conversation.

Fortunately, Yan Yao still needs to mature a bit and have a better understanding of the gods: "Maybe the gods can't touch the sea of ​​hopelessness, but they can gently touch the lines of fate, and let fate dedicate everything it needs to this god." Mr. Xie."

"Even, everything Xie Nan did was originally the will of the gods." Qiao Meng replied in a low voice, and the memories of the past swept back at this moment, and he always remembered His Majesty's unreasonable dislike for the gods.

An incredible conjecture appeared in his mind.

"Perhaps, Your Majesty..." He raised his head, but he still didn't dare to say this in the end.

The baby suddenly started crying.

Xia Shen quickly came back to his senses, shaking the baby strangely, trying to lull him to sleep.

It's a pity that Xiao Xie Changli has no intention of understanding others at all right now, struggling desperately and crying, at the same time, the whole dream world begins to waver!

The countdown that had been counting down in front of me began to decline rapidly.

Yan Yao was also attracted by this change, and the next moment he found Xia Shen beside him: "Why are you here?"

"I've always been there, but I haven't been able to communicate with you before, and you can't even see me." Xia Shen explained helplessly. The baby in his arms was still thumping like a live fish, almost jumping from him. Slip down in your arms.

"Who's this child?" Qiao Meng frowned unkindly, with suspicion in his eyes, "You just turned around, and you have an illegitimate child?"

Xia Shen tried to explain: "No, it's Changli..."

Halfway through the sentence, Qiao Meng already showed a shocked expression: "Your Majesty is truly omnipotent."

Yan Yao was almost choked to death by his own saliva, and coughed several times in embarrassment.

Xia Shen's ears turned red, and he argued, "This is Changli's dream, this is Changli's childhood."

"So, Xie Nan's plan has really succeeded, and His Majesty was born under such circumstances." Yan Yao quickly deduced the clues obtained in his mind, "What does this dungeon have to do with Your Majesty, and how much do you know?" ?”

"Not much time," Xia Shen looked at the countdown and spoke quickly, "I'll make a long story short."

Fortunately, after both parties had met, Xiao Xie Changli quickly calmed down and continued to doze carelessly.

"So," after listening to the story, Yan Yao also became serious, "What we have to do now is to put His Majesty back together. Now it's just a duplicate story, or is it that His Majesty was scattered in the White Building like this, or we are now Traveling to the past, is there still a chance to change His Majesty's fate?"

This happened to be Xia Shen's problem, and he even had some expectation that Xie Changli's fate could be changed from the source.

He looked at the baby in his arms who hadn't been sculpted by life at the moment, and thought of his painful childhood, the marginalized teenager, and the ups and downs after entering the unlimited service company, and he felt mixed feelings for a moment.

Xia Shen: "The key now is to find the heart."

"Speaking of heart," Jomont said sullenly, "I think His Majesty's heart has always been tied to you."

A flash of inspiration flashed in Xia Shen's mind, that ball of white clay was the heart of Wuwanghai, so the baby in his arms was also transformed from Xie Changli's heart in the dream.

The moment he woke up, the countdown was quickly reset to zero, and the entire dreamland collapsed completely!

Yan Yao and the two were pushed out of the dream by a force.

"Damn it, why can't it be me." Chomon sat on the fragments of the surface dream angrily.

Yan Yao glanced at him, and sometimes felt that Qiao Meng's feelings for His Majesty were not so pure, but he didn't seem to be fully aware of it.

Naturally, he would not point it out: "Look, Mo Daocheng has already come out over there, and Xia Shen will do the rest."

A heart was beating gently in his palm.

Xia Shen held it carefully, feeling its warm touch, and always felt that in his memory, this scene had happened before.

A picture appeared in his mind.

In the depths of the hopeless sea, where the countless soul fragments of the dead return.

He closed his eyes and fell asleep in the deep seabed, and the memories of the past bound him like chains and imprisoned him here.

When the memory is completely wiped out, the remaining soul fragments will be completely shattered in the sea of ​​hopelessness.

At this moment, a shining star fell from the sky above the Hopeless Sea.

The star came straight for him, and finally turned into a beating heart in his arms.

Xia Shen blinked, escaped from the memory, and found himself standing on a grass field, the children of Bailou were singing and dancing beside him, with ridiculous and weird paper smiley faces on their faces.

The little boy who reminded him on the hospital bed before is standing in front of him, surrounded by a fluffy mound:

"Brother Xia, it's up to you to wake up big brother."