Plague Doctor

These black robes are big sleeve robes that make people strange, but look at the weird patterns on the robes, which belong to the same style as the kerosene lamp, the altar and the altar stone column, which is the style of the different civilizations, just like an extra twist.

“Hit them, not necessarily now!” Lu Xianning was angry and anxious, almost unable to help himself to take the gun, and was stopped by Uncle Egg.

Nice, they're out of the fog, but if they do, will they come...

Sheba ordered a try. While killing the Wolves, the firefighters fired at some of the better shadows in black, but all the bullets went through.

There are hundreds of people in black all around, and the footsteps are constantly approaching, and one in red in each of the four directions is equally untouchable.

“Shit, shit...” Lin Mulan, sitting on a stretcher with one leg, couldn't walk, which made him wander more powerless.

People don't know if those are mirrors, ghosts, or whether their spirits are disturbed and wrong.

Seeing the face of a dead man with no expression, his eyes were so cloudy, they all opened their dry and shriveled mouths and said unanimously:

“Gu Jun, open your eyes and see what you are. Are you really like them? ”

Sheba, they just felt a little confused, but these words accompanied the song, like electric drill into Gu Jun's brain...

Drill through his consciousness, drill through his subconscious, and turn out some mysterious ideas that come from nowhere.

“Can you name them? ”

Brain swelling, full of chestnuts, in the miserable pain, Gu Jun felt a little out of control over his body. He turned around and looked at his teammates like a pulled puppet. Xue Ba, Uncle Egg, Lu Xianning, Lin Mo, Zhang Fire Guy, Yang Henan, Zhou Yi, Gao Mingpeng... What else? Anything else?

All of a sudden, he could only name the eight, and the other eight seemed blurred and distant, no longer real, and he couldn't name them.

“Have these people ever really existed? You, Gu Jun, have you ever really existed? Open your eyes. ”

The cold call around him became more and more bitter. Gu Jun looked at the crowd, Xue Ba, Uncle Egg, Lu Xianning... What else? What's everybody else's name? Who are they all?

Names are powerful, names are given to the soul, they are given to existence, and animals in slaughterhouses never have names.

Forgetting his name, his memory and emotional connection with that person seemed to have been severed.

His mind, more and more, leaves only a lonely self, blank, nothing.

Some other visionary light shadows are fluttering. It was before when Shidoku heard that difficult whisper, what was the feeling of breaking the shell...

The beast's roar and gunfire could not be heard. Gu Jun only heard the black man in red and said: “Open your eyes! ”

“Jun, wake up!” Xue Ba shouted anxiously, "You are Gu Jun, you exist!” Uncle Egg is shouting, “Arjun, can you hear me? ”

They're screaming, but why is it so quiet? Gu Jun can only hear them now. The faces of the others have blurred and their voices have gone away...

Gu Jun wasn't unresistant, but the song pulled him apart. Has he heard it since he was a foetus?

Or... before the fetus?

He seems to be split in half, the other half doesn't know who it belongs to... it's the way he felt when he was a kid sitting in a banyan hole...

The four broken stone columns of the altar are all getting so tall that he himself is falling... into delirium? Or return to the silence of nothingness.

Meanwhile, Uncle Egg and others, who had no guns in their hands, were surprised to see that Gu Jun's eyes suddenly became bloody, and a piece of blood was covered in fine lines like those stones.

And his face, once again, became cold, rigid and faceless.

“You disbelievers…” a dull voice sounded completely different from Gu Jun's usual voice. He looked at a man in red in front of him.

The red man seemed special, Uncle Egg, and they could see that the pattern on the red robe was different from everyone else's, which was even stranger.

But they don't understand it. What disbeliever? But now I know that Gu Jun is not the Gu Jun they know.

His body is like being taken away by another personality...

“Don't touch him yet!” Xue Ba shouted at several Zhang Hsiao men to do something. First, the situation was unclear, and second, the intuition that Gu Jun had not completely lost...

At this time, there was a new situation that required their attention. At the foot of this broken altar suddenly seemed to come alive. The carvings on the pillars, the fine lines in the stones, were all flowing with blood-like dark light, and an unusual force was operating.

For a while, they fell into a cage and could not move.

On the other hand, Gu Jun's face is even uglier, and he also looks locked up...

Those wolf beasts around the altar stopped whirring and didn't rush forward, as if they saw something horrible.

All the robe figures also stopped around the altar, and the rednecked man said plainly: "We believe that the unbelievers are better than the abandoned. Son of misfortune, your birth is nothing but a sacrifice that we nurture and call upon. You are not a god, you are only a sacrifice that we have made to ourselves. ”

Gu Jun's remaining hazy consciousness suddenly completely understood...

The Spiritual Child, like his mother, has been giving birth to another life for so many years.

Just today, after he had completed the entire ritual of adulthood, he called upon that life to devour it and break its shell, in a very active state.

Son of bad fortune, descend into the world.

But these people are not meant to be faithful in the next life, but to absorb all the power of the Son of Bad Fate with this altar.

That was the purpose of the Bureau, and he understood that he should be the only child to succeed in the surrender in so many years.

Everything the next life would do to him was designed for this moment, harvesting the dark fruits that they sowed many years ago, giving themselves a new life.

“Ah...” Gu Jun felt himself in extinction. Both spirit and body fell into silent silence.

But he also has some will, made by the warmth of his teammates, the desire of his teammates, his own indomitable.

Everything is a Bureau, what is a broken thing, a broken thing...

The shadows around the altar began to celebrate again, this time with a growing fanaticism in their voices.

With that will, Gu Jun struggled for a moment, reaching out to the medical kit between his waist.

He slowly pulled the Callup knife out of the kit... and suddenly the illusion burst.