I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 86

The moth in the skull absorbed the excess juice from the cup, bursting its belly, splashing bright blood-like colors with a muffled bang.

The shattered shell mixed with viscous liquid splashed on the inner wall of the skull, and slid down to the depths of the shell.

The moth in the skull with only half of its body left was not sluggish, but its dark pupils burst out with an extraordinarily bright glow.

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In a trance, he seems to be immersed in the depths of consciousness, and he can see the hole of the sleeping soul.

Only this time, the entrance to Mansu was very narrow, like the cracks in the pile of rocks after the collapse of the pothole, and the faint light like a flickering candle leaked in through the cracks.

He struggled to pull the broken stones, and walked along the narrow stone hole path to the dark woodland.

The breeze shuttled between the branches, and the sound of the wind was shrill like crying and wailing.

The branches of the ancient trees dare not move, the velvet moss fades and disappears, and the odd-shaped mole shiveres in the tree hole.

Only the sound of moths flapping their wings resounded across the sky, the bright arc moon was also covered by moth shadows overwhelming the sky, and the woodland was captured by absolute darkness.

But he felt like a fish in water, he ran recklessly, only felt that his vision was wider than ever, his speed was unprecedentedly fast, and the scenery on both sides seemed to be retreating rapidly.

There is no wet, greasy and slippery moss under the feet, and the ancient roots have also retreated one after another, but it does not seem to be the polite retreat of the past, but more like avoiding out of fear.

Although he could no longer feel the guidance of the moth in his skull, a strange impulse instinctively surged in his heart. It seemed that there was something extremely important waiting for him in the unknown front.

He couldn't resist the attraction of this thing to him, and the three eyes were filled with joy because of hunger, and he couldn't stop searching in the forest... just like his ancestors couldn't resist the desire for the light, and rushed into it.

I don't know how long I ran, maybe it was just a slight rotation of the sundial, maybe it was just a pouring of dew, or maybe seven days and seven nights had passed in the world when I woke up.

He finally saw that figure in the distance in the desolate woodland.

It's just that the figure looks deformed and thin, like a male lower species living in the dark.

But his wings were vibrating, his flesh was also vibrating, and there was a crackling sound like scissors merging in his skull... He knew that he had found the right person.

Crack, crack, crack—he returned a cordial greeting, but the other party seemed to have decayed to petrification, and his shout was like throwing a stone into a muddy swamp, without any response.

He approached suspiciously, but the figure of a lowly creature still stood still.

But only when he got close did he realize that this figure was covered with jet-black spider webs, as if it had been waiting in the woods for a long time.

He took a closer look, and saw a deep gap in the back of the opponent's head to the waist. It was clearly visible that the remaining active rolled flesh was still wriggling, the broken bones in the gap were also fresh and gray, and the internal life tissues were still beating tenaciously. , but there is nothing inside the skull...

It turned out to be just a shed old skin.

He thought this way, the emerald pupils with 99 facets shone with the brilliance of wild fantasy, he suddenly leaned into the molting crack behind the opponent and took a deep breath, the tentacles at the end of his nose felt the fresh fragrance and couldn't help dancing wildly... Pure fresh taste!

He turned around and came to the front of the petrified molting shell, and he saw a typical male low-level creature face... fragile skin, redundant and unnecessary hair, ugly vision organs like stone blades, weird like a hillside bulge Olfactory organs, inefficient feeding mouthparts, and fan-like backward auditory organs.

Hmph, weak and lowly creatures.

He said sarcastically, but there was a strange feeling in his heart... Why does he feel that this face looks so familiar?

Is it one of my captive slaves?Or the meat that I once swallowed in my stomach?

The more he observed carefully, the more he felt that this face with sharp edges and corners like a stone was extremely familiar, as if he had met him in dreams countless times... But he had been able to accurately identify the face long ago. Control the secretion of intracranial hormones to achieve a near dreamless state.

When he was in doubt, a mottled fat moth suddenly flew down from the endless stream of moth shadows in the sky.

The fat moth landed on top of his head, its scaled wings fluttered as if whispering.

He only felt that the information brought by the fat moth was too slow, and he showed an impatient expression. He reached out and grabbed the fluttering moth, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed the scaled wings and the memories contained in them.

Um!He tasted the memory of the fat moth, and then he woke up. The dead memory that should have been buried deep in the roots of the woodland began to revive. The rotten and withered bone claws protruded from the rotten soil, and tightly grasped the second toe on the heel of his foot. .

He raised his head and stared into those dark eyes, the mirror-like clear lens reflected back a glimmer of light, reflecting his current appearance—skin covered with fine and hardened scales, pupils that were as bright green as emeralds, distorted like the rays of stars The tentacles at the tip of the nose, and the exaggerated smile with sharp and pointed mouthparts.

He slapped the back of his head so hard that the third eye on the top of his forehead almost fell out again.

"Hey, I remember!"

"Isn't this my old body that was abandoned between the future and the past!"

He looked around at this long-forgotten body, and rarely recalled his immature actions back then. He still vaguely remembered those fun little games of fighting wits and courage with mortals... Hehe, it was so fun.

But the memories that emerged in the next moment were mixed with other strange and irrelevant information, such as noisy voices chattering in the brain endlessly.

"What is the fall of London, what is the sea of ​​no light... What are these things?!"

He flicked out the sharp blade in his sixth finger in displeasure, dug out his ears, and dug out a mass of gray-white wriggling tissue. He flicked it to the ground, and stomped him to pieces!

Phew—the whole world finally quieted down.

He looked at the crumbs of thought on the ground, and suddenly recalled the fat moth just now.

Oh, why did you accidentally swallow the boss's messenger? !
Apologetically, he opened the zipper of the scar lock, took out the moth residue that had not been completely burned by the corrosion furnace, and rubbed it vigorously with his palms together, rubbing it back and forth.

When I opened my palm again, there was already a fat moth lying unconscious on the palm... It seemed that the rubbing was too hard, and the mottled color on the opponent's body surface was wiped away.

"But it doesn't matter, one white covers one hundred ugliness, your unique color is so handsome among the gray moths, isn't it!"

The fat white moth glanced at him resentfully, then slowly flapped its wings and flew into the sky, that point of pure white was particularly eye-catching in the black crowd of moths.

He stroked his shriveled belly and smiled unconsciously.

He's... hungry.

He retracted his sharp claws, and carefully picked two skinless lychees with white flesh and black cores from the branch of the stone tree in front of him, put them in his mouth and chewed them heartily. The turbid juice exploded between the sharp teeth like daggers, and everything in the past was vividly remembered.

He raised his right arm again and popped out his fingertips. The obsidian-like claws with evil brilliance cut through the fragile grass leaves, peeled off the tough and thick bark, and cut off the thick fibers, revealing the pulsating tree inside. The heart fruit looks like a big red-skinned coconut.

He cut off the connection between the heart fruit and the trunk, and sweet coconut juice flowed from the rhizome at the top of the big coconut. The crunchy flesh was chewed and swallowed together... only to feel the colorful emotions of mortal thinking poured into his gray skull again, and he once again tasted the passionate taste that he had thrown away in the past.

The sharp and forked tongue picks out the shredded coconut remaining between the teeth, and the fat tongue, as thick as a leaf, licks the aftertaste between the lips.

That's right, the previous idea was so delicious... He was thinking about some kind of reminiscence, and felt that he was so self-indulgent, which seemed a bit unnatural. According to the highest true meaning of civilization, harmony, equality and friendliness, he should return some gifts.

He took off his tattered clothes with fine scales and put them on his body.

He took off the emerald gemstone with 99 facets and hung it back on the branch.

He took out a red and white coconut that he had hidden deep inside, and filled the hole.

"Now... it's just the last step."

He held the four horns with a smirk, and with his arms, he tore apart the container that restricted his thoughts, and crushed its belly before the moth inside ran away in a panic.

"Hahaha, be obedient and don't run around."

He laughed heartily, stuffed the broken moth inside the skull into the crown of the tree, pulled out the slender bony spur protruding from the forehead as a pin, and sewed up the deep gap behind it.

He took a few steps back and admired his masterpiece, "Not bad, not bad, really good... Hehe, you really deserve to be me... Alas, I almost forgot the most important thing!"

He leaned close to his old self's ear and whispered softly:

"John H. Watson...Master Moth ordered me to tell you."

"What is extinct is never extinct, what is dead is never dead, and everything is hidden in it. The above is what He wants to say."

Hearing this sentence, Watson's lowered eyelids trembled, Xinsai's heart beat, and the broken moth in his skull broke out of the cocoon!

He opened his eyes, and there was only a messy dining table in front of him, but he didn't remember the taste of these foods at all, and his memories of the past tastes disappeared with the cup completely withered.

Watson only remembered that he had just fallen into the illusion of secret promotion, in which he seemed to be transformed into some kind of ancient monster beyond imagination, a monster that existed before the birth of human civilization!

I can't remember the details of the illusion clearly, but Watson still has a general impression—I seem to be running in the woods, and then I met "myself"?And had a heart-to-heart exchange with 'myself'? !
Watson touched the back of his head, and seemed to be able to feel the scar of the craniotomy.

He looked inwardly at the moth in his skull that had been restrained after abandoning his belly, and he had deep doubts in his heart.

The moth inside the skull... Is it a metaphysical spiritual illusion, or is it a real creature?
If this is a real life, is it still the original moth that remains in my skull?Or another similar moth?

Watson only felt that the thoughts and memories of the ancient monster still remained in his heart. He already knew how to drive the moth in his skull, how to control the emotions of passion, restlessness and fascination into the elusive invisible and strange power to come Protect the weak self that has not yet completed its transformation.

At the same time, Watson was inevitably affected by the monster's thoughts, and some inexplicable changes seemed to have taken place in his mind.

He looked at the female chef's neck, and suddenly a salty and sweet taste welled up in the depths of his memory. He only felt that the sharp canine teeth seemed to be itching, like a weapon lacking bluestone polishing.

Watson swallowed a mouthful of saliva, pretending to casually wipe off the oil stains left at the corner of his mouth, and said, "The taste is not bad, the chicken tastes like chicken, the fish smells like fish... but the ginger and scallions don't quite taste right."

Perhaps the female chef named Amei was dazzled when she heard this unpretentious evaluation--I didn't expect to meet an expert in this foreign country!

She hurriedly replied: "These are old ginger and green onions grown locally, and the taste is indeed quite different from the homeland... Sir, you are such an expert, you can taste the difference in taste in one bite."

"Ah."

Watson nodded slightly in response, but in fact all his mind was concentrated in the sensing soul body.

Due to the dormancy of the moth and the disappearance of the cup, the Secret Biography of the Blade that has not been fully deciphered at this moment has already occupied the highest position inside the soul body, further increasing the violent desire brought back with the illusion, and a certain hunger for harvesting life is almost on the verge of death. Capture Watson completely.

Huh—Watson looked away, tried his best to breathe slowly, and suppressed the restlessness in his heart.

He tried his best to convince his heart that was about to move... Could it be that the woman in front of him violated the prohibition?
She neither tried to murder my life, nor killed other lives, and it is not a battlefield at this moment... How can I violate the creed established by my adoptive father?

If so, what is the difference between me and those crazy aberrants and disciples of Sichen?What is the difference between me and Lance, Harris, and William?

But is there really any real difference between me and them?
They were captured by Si Chen's secret desires, indulged their desires unscrupulously in order to follow the principles, and harmed the creatures of the awakened world...and I, am I the same? !

What is the difference between me and these guys who have lost themselves due to forbidden knowledge?Is it just because I still have a sliver of sanity left?
"However, with my current moth appearance... it is enough to fool Winfreys."

Watson murmured in his heart, leaving the street where Amei's Tea House is located, and came to a deserted alley. He tore off the fake beard sticking to his chin, took off the flat-frame glasses on the bridge of his nose, and wiped off the makeup on his face , took off the top hat and the yellowed wig inside, took off the old luxurious coat and the stuffing on the shoulders from the grocery store... Throw all these disguised things into the empty gasoline barrel on the side of the road and ignite them, and restore the original face.

Only then did he call for a rental carriage to go around the city, but in the end he got off at a remote corner and walked back to the rented apartment.

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"Watson?!"

Winfreys couldn't help shouting in amazement when he heard the words of his assistant and vice-principal, Nello Bacchus.

"Mr. Winfreys?!"

Watson couldn't help exclaiming when he heard the familiar voice.

Nelo Baros, who heard the shouting content of the current leader and his old boss, couldn't help but screamed in surprise: "Mr. Watson! Mr. Winfreys! You actually know each other?!!!"

Seeing his assistant's horrified face, Winfreys already knew that Watson was Nelo's heroic and brave boss who had always admired and revered him. We are in the same hospital, and I have dealt with him a little bit."

And Watson just replied indifferently: "Yes, I was in the same hospital with little Anna, and I had a short contact with Mr. Winfreys."

When Nello saw the respected Chief Watson, he instinctively wanted to put down the notepad in his hand, and wanted to step forward to help the chief to welcome him to the front of the team.

But under the scorching gaze of the leader beside him, he resisted the urge and retreated... After all, the officer had already shaken his head secretly to signal him.

Watson just waited silently for the team to advance... It didn't take long before he was finally able to meet Winfreys again.

Facing this strange acquaintance who almost took away the trust of his deputy leader, Winfreys Morgan only showed a faint smile.

"Long time no see, Mr. John."

"Long time no see, Mr. Winfreys."

"When I went to the Royal Free Hospital last week, I heard little Anna mentioned that you seem to be quite busy with work recently, so I don't have time to meet her—"

When Watson said this, he turned his head and looked at the blue-purple hall around him, scanned the patients receiving drips on the chairs around the hall, and observed the busy crowd of volunteers around the hall.

"I just didn't expect that, Mr. Winfreys, you can still find time out of your busy schedule to engage in free clinics. You are so kind and selfless... You are really a great and noble person!"

(End of this chapter)