Harris felt a nausea of ​​bone-corrosion, and it spread to him with the air.

The songs were as if they were real as they flew all living beings, instigating, flattering, sarcastic, and mocking all finite things in the ears of the living. The songs tempt the listener, give up this fragile body quickly, welcome the eternal existence, praise and worship with weak hearts, visualize and depict with ignorant wisdom, and embark on the funeral path of the chaotic world together.

Harris poured a mouthful of Perrin potion and felt his auditory nerves penetrated by violent electric currents, and the whole world fell into complete silence. Those bewitching sounds came and left, and were isolated in another dimension.

"Hearding deprivation."

Harris murmured in his heart, and his voice rang in his mind.

This is the method passed down by miners, depriving the physical and mental experience through potions and temporarily preventing abnormal interference. Old Yorkson has always believed that ignorance is the last refuge for mankind, which is also his core view of meme disaster. It is said that when the disaster first appeared on the island, he tried to use this method to reduce damage and once gained the upper hand, suppressing the meme disaster for ten years, until the great collapse occurred.

But it has to be said that among the miners with low education, his philosophy is the most advanced. He also paid a lot of money to hire abnormal disaster investigators to solve the problem. Unfortunately, the final result was that a rotten alcoholic who abused alcohol was added to the town.

In the quiet world, there are no bones in the corridors in the mines. There is only the desolate walls that do not grow in grass, and there is no trace of buried mineral components.

The texture on the wall gradually showed irregular stripes, and the corridor became like a tunnel. This mine was no longer as difficult as humans could dig.

There is absolutely no such mine in the world that can freely shuttle through a whole piece of basalt vein, and easily dig out the desired spiral down route like a camel through a needle hole.

After looking carefully, the basalt walls on both sides eliminated the fragile and fragile human bones, and instead incorporated countless paleontological bones, including ancient remains such as nautilus, trilobites, and penis, as well as hingeless brachiopods, and chitin-shelled brachiopods. Even the jawless fish struggling in freshwater suddenly appeared.

Harris suspected that this passage contained all the undead since the Ordovician extinction. Those pale losers were in their positions, confronting their mortal enemies forever, cursing these lucky aliens.

In the endless competition for ecological niches, it is only divided into winners and losers. As the ultimate overlord who has been here to this day, human beings will naturally become enemies of these extinct creatures.

Gotz told him that when he took the first sip of the potion to block his hearing, it was not a symbol of safety. Greater horror would quietly pay in the silent world and come to the poor without consciousness.

Harris stopped and dispelled the hallucinations in his mind.

Because a strange creature came into his corridor. It was a human corpse, human hands, feet, bodies, and various human body parts were cut into pieces, sewn together randomly with thread, and put together into the shape of a giant ape.

It was not a Frankenstein-style stitching monster, but the ultimate fear in the hearts of the losers in the biological competition. The greatest horror that was revealed with curses and resentment was the winner of the biosphere dominance in a short period of time.

Terrifying erect ape.

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Antonio lay quietly on the cold ground, his bones shattered and his seven orifices were bleeding, ushering in the last moment of his life.

A man can survive as long as he can swing his fists.

In Antonio's memory, there are nothing more than countless battles and plunders in the world.

His father was a thin underground boxer who won the right to survive with his fierce fighting style. The wolf-like man expressed his joy and anger with his fists.

When Antonio was a child, he grew up under countless beatings. Those fists may have damaged his brain, but they also hit him wildly.

When he was eight years old, his father, who was covered in wounds, finally died in the black ring.

At that time, he bit the enemy's ears in his mouth, but he was unable to stand up again like countless times before. The loser lay on the ground with unknown life and death, and no gambler was interested in caring, except for the young Antonio.

His father spitted out the ears in his mouth with difficulty. After two violent coughs, the dark red lung leaves flew out of his mouth. The wolf-like man looked at his wolf cub with anger, without any warmth or nostalgia in his eyes, and briefly said the conclusion of his life: "Little bastard... live for me... continue..."

Antonio did not shed a single tear. He was like a newly appointed young wolf in a pack of wolves, full of endless strength, and even looking at the moon, he wanted to bite off a piece.

So in those ten years, the most brutal and fierce new star in the crime street rose slowly, and he won his position by murder, ambush, and violent struggles, and no one dared to take his edge for a while.

Until this evil man was knocked down by a light reporting line, imprisoned for false robbery, and was judged just by federal law.

Antonio was very dissatisfied with this crime. In his opinion, robbery was a means for the weak to bully the weaker, and a trick that could not be put on the table. He promoted his "glorious deeds" countless times in prison, hoping to change it to those "noble" charges.

However, the federal judicial system, which had long been bribed, received too much closure fees, so much that it was no longer a disguised idea of ​​execution. It was willing to turn into a puppet that was step by step without any trouble.

So Antonio, who was frantically begging for death, was sentenced to robbery and was sentenced to life imprisonment, and then naturally became a glorious member of the prison's "supply" trust mine.

Wolves are sociable animals.

During the depressed period of Antonio, he unexpectedly had his own gang. These bold and arrogant accomplices were very fond of his appetite. They not only planned to escape, but also formulated a crazy road to glory and wealth!

Antonio turned from that scary lone wolf into the sharpest teeth in this wolf pack. He was still good at using force to solve all obstacles in front of him.

Similarly, he was optimistic about the wandering child.

It was a wolf-like look, just like when he was a child. The kind of wolf-looking look that no one believed in it was born a wild wolf. What's more, this child has a brain than him and will definitely be able to block the hidden arrows from behind and complete the thorny road he has not walked.

As long as the new head wolf grows up, the old wolf will drive the new head wolf out of the territory and force him to find his own wilderness...

Antonio's thoughts were intermittent, and what hovered in his mind was the existence he challenged overestimate his ability last night. The towering figure swayed countless limbs, and was bred from the darkness at the bottom.

He tried his best to defeat the enemy with all his courage and his limits of will.

Old Yorkson was right, that was not a human being able to match. But only death would allow him to accept failure. This tragic death was nothing more than twenty years late.

Enough...

The moment Hook opened the door.

He finally took his last breath.
Chapter completed!