Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 50 Egg Head
"And then?" Lyle looked at Mr. Delusion's mechanical body, the texture, the cube box, and the densely charged mechanical brain, all of which told him that it was true.

Willem Wairang is a future traveler.

"..."

"Later, Mr. Delusion of the later plot has not been thought out." Mr. reporter laughed.

"Every time I delusion, I put myself into the protagonist of his novel, but I have to admit that this time, it was his best acting."

The tin box on Mr. Delusion's head closed, and he was back to the silent man immersed in scrolls and transcriptions.

"novel?"

"Yes, the first novel he wrote, a science fiction novel, and it is precisely because he claims to be the protagonist of the novel every time that we laugh at him as Mr. Delusion."

"But, his body..."

"That's mechanical props. You can buy these from the mechanical sect in the city of hesitation. Although it is quite expensive, it's just a disguise."

"..." Is that really true?
Willem Wylie didn't refute his companion's explanation, and was always working like a machine, just like the deep eyes just now, that profound story was just Lyle's imagination.

"I'm leaving, gentlemen, it's dawn."

Saying goodbye to the three of them, Lyle walked back outside the house and walked through the layers of bubbles along the path of mushroom steps.

Before that, he and the grapes in his pocket had a good rub on the bubble.

Make sure nothing goes wrong lest it bring disaster to Cassandel.

The extravagant cup did not change, just like when he and the gentleman left, the cup of tea was still placed on the cloth pad, the grapes, lying on his shoulders, grabbed the cloth tightly.

Lyle pressed the ring.

One person and one bat successfully appeared in Lyle's cabin.

The grapes hovered excitedly over the new home, and Lyle quickly took off his disguise and brushed the hair that had been covered with sweat on his head.

Tonight feels like a century has passed.

Awakening ceremony, making friends, Lyle kicked off his boots, took off his underwear, and didn't care about Grape's eyes.

"Sir, your skin is very beautiful."

Not sure if the grapes are complimenting their looks.

Vaguely remembering that he answered, Lyle was knocked down on the bed in a sleepy state.

.........

When I woke up, it was noon the next day.

The sleep this time was particularly bad, like the exhaustion of a marathon is still compressed in every cell.

"Grape?"

"I'm here, sir." The little light bat leaned out from the top of the closet, and she found herself a small place last night as a strategic base for the future.

Grape showed her sojourn, and Lyle thought she would run away and fly for a night.

"How do you feel, Grape?"

"Very nice, sir, it's really a nice place to stay, sheltered from the wind and the rain."

Lyle smiled embarrassedly, and the deal with grapes seemed to be bullying an honest person, so please compensate her in terms of food.

"gentlemen?"

"what happened?"

"Although I'm not sure, is your skin bag broken?"

"broken?"

"Your face has changed a lot from last night."

My face, Lyle stretched out his hand suspiciously and stroked his face. His skin was not good. After staying up late and malnourished for a long time, his skin must be as uneven as a grain of wheat that has been milled by a stone.

But the truth was worse than he imagined, his skin was bumpy, it felt like he was wearing a mask, and the leather of the beak mask was rougher.

This is by no means his own face, something must have happened.

Lyle eagerly poured a basin of water and placed it in the sun. He knelt beside him and saw his face beyond recognition.

It was as if the herpes virus had held an annual carnival on his face, with deformed bumps squeezing his face, disfiguring himself like a half-fried potato.

Can't imagine what happened, stroking his face like a volcanic rock formation, no pain, Lyle judged, these lumps like barnacles and barnacles, the nerves in them have died, and the keratin has formed a keratin on the face. Layer shells, like...egg shells.

It is a habit that seeing a tightly closed treasure chest is like opening, seeing the key on the keyhole and wanting to twist it, seeing the case and wanting to break it.

Lyle grabbed a bulge on the right side of his face near his cheekbone and crushed it hard.

Like peeling off the eggshell, the blood-stained fragments fell into the basin, and as the bright red began to ripple, Lyle saw a strange scene.

Behind the shards, in the large gap in the cup, it was not his own skin, nor was it bleeding flesh, but a bright red fluid, perhaps blood.

But will a human head be completely hollow and filled with blood?The incomprehensible panic crushed his composure, and Lyle cried out.

The liquid inside also begins to flow out with gravity.

cluck cluck cluck.

Just as it was about to flow out, under his gaze, the edge of the gap quickly filled up, a new eggshell appeared instantly, and Lyle's face returned to its integrity.

Lyle sat on the ground, and he understood the sentence mentioned by the gentleman, "You will need time to repair the sequelae caused by the awakening of talent."

Perhaps this is only a small part of it. Fear will make people out of control, but the fear beyond fear will make people stay awake. Maintaining the status quo is the choice that Lyle most wants and must choose.

Accept the fact that your head has turned into a big raw egg.

Fortunately, they can still move freely, see with their eyes, breathe through their nose, and open and close their mouths.

At this moment, he is definitely some kind of weird.

Lyle put on the disguise of the epidemic doctor and began to read Mr. Djinn's guide to the dead, and recited the incantation of corpse recovery over and over again. Aimo can calm his spirit, which is much more effective than any psychological suggestion. .

(End of this chapter)