The end of the world begins with failing an exam

"Sir... are you... okay..."

The flames in the little skull's eyes kept flickering, and there was an undisguised worry in the tone of his voice.

He saw that Chen Jing's face turned pale almost instantly, his vitality was rapidly declining, and even his heart was no longer beating as vigorously as before.

At this moment, Chen Jing felt like a seriously injured and dying patient, as if he was only one step away from death...

at the same time.

The men who kept surrounding Chen Jing and the little skeleton stopped all their movements without warning.

They were like wild beasts under some unknown threat. From the "big"-shaped cracks on their trunks, hoarse low growls began to continuously come out.

"No wonder the old man won't let me use this kind of thing..."

Chen Jingneng noticed the changes in his body, and his eyes were full of helplessness as he was furious.

But if I don't use it now, I won't even have a chance to survive. I might be the first to fail in this exam.

"How much more do you have to absorb before you give up..." Chen Jing gritted his teeth and glared at the Holy Grail in his hand.

At this moment, the hourglass-like cup body has begun to tremble continuously, and the twisted and weird metal patterns emerging on the surface have gradually become brighter like LED light strips from the initially dark brass color.

As the Holy Grail absorbed more blood, the light became more and more dazzling, making it difficult to look directly at it. Even Chen Jing and Little Skull had to look away.

And in this dazzling yellow light, the Holy Grail trembled more and more loudly, and even Chen Jing almost couldn't hold it.

"This relic... is so powerful... I have never seen it... in the wasteland..."

The little skeleton said in fear, his thin and withered body trembling.

This burst of light from the Yellow King's Holy Grail almost made the soul fire in his eyes look like a candle in the wind, as if it would be extinguished at any time.

"First...sir...are you...are you okay..."

At this time, Chen Jing had no intention of paying attention to the skeleton boy. He was almost in a state of coma, and the sharp pain like tearing deep in his brain made his consciousness begin to become chaotic.

I don’t know if he was hallucinating due to excessive blood loss, or if the Holy Grail really caused some unexplainable mystery.

Amid the tinnitus caused by the violent vibrations of the Holy Grail, Chen Jing could clearly hear an ancient chant.

That's not Chinese.

But he could somehow understand the meaning of every word.

Is it an illusion...

Chen Jing looked at the huge shadow emerging from the Holy Grail in front of him, feeling that the dark night sky was covered by the ragged yellow robe on it.

"In the lost church of Kakosha..."

"No one will mourn the passing of the empty past with silence anymore..."

"The resting stars disturb the waters of Lake Harry..."

"And the ancient prophet sleeping in the lake..."

Chapter 18 The old man with a hollow body

cold.

Biting cold.

At this moment, Chen Jing felt no pain in his body, as if even his bone marrow had been frozen into prickly ice slag, and every beat of his heart seemed particularly laborious.

Is he in a coma?

still……

Chen Jing struggled to open his eyes, but he found that no matter how hard he tried, he could not move his eyelids.

The whole body seemed to have fallen into the ice cave of Sanjiutian.

Cold from head to toe.

"It seems I'm really cold."

Chen Jing thought so.

Slowly savor the legendary death experience.

It is said that after the death of the body, the consciousness of the brain will remain for a period of time, the brain waves have not disappeared, and it seems that the outside world can still be heard...

"You...save...save him..."

"call--"

"I...can't understand what you...say..."

"call--"

Chen Jing could recognize that the person speaking was Little Skeleton, the little guy in a raincoat who looked pitiful and seemed to be about to fall apart at any moment, but another voice...

It shouldn't be a voice.

The sound was like the howling sound of the high-rise windows that were not closed tightly after winter, and the cold wind poured into the house through the cracks in the windows.

"How about...you eat me...just...eat me...I have many bones...chewy..."

"call--"

Just when this weird wind whistling sound appeared again, Chen Jing felt as if his head had been hit with a blunt object, and then a tearing pain spread from the wound to the depths of his brain...

I do not know how long it has been.

Chen Jing gradually found that he had regained control of this body. Although the feeling of ice slag flowing in his blood vessels still did not subside, he was able to move at least, and even his eyelids could open slightly...

Open your first eyes.

Chen Jing saw the little skeleton squatting next to him, staring nervously at him, but before he could offer any words of comfort, he saw the old man squatting on the other side of him.

To be honest, the old man's appearance is really hard to describe.

That's the kind of thing...

Rare, very special, very subtle...

nausea.

In fact, the old man looks quite normal. Judging from the outline of his facial features, he looks like an ordinary Caucasian. But this so-called "normal" is based on ignoring the holes in his body...

It was only then that Chen Jing understood where the strange wind whistling sound he heard before came from.

The old man's body was covered with black holes. The largest ones were as big as the mouth of a bowl, while the smallest ones were as narrow as a beehive.

As for why Chen Jing could see it so directly, it was naturally because the old man was not wearing clothes... But it didn't make much difference whether he was wearing clothes or not, because the area below his neck was all "mud".

The old man's body was like a sticky black asphalt that barely condensed into a human shape. Only the head still maintained the appearance of a human, but there were still a few terrifying holes on his face.

Eyes, ears, mouth, nose.

The original positions of these human organs were replaced by bottomless holes.

Whenever the wind blew, the holes in the old man's body would make that weird whistling sound, as if the wind had drilled into his body along the holes, and even touched his internal organs or bones.

When the wind came out of the holes again, it was stained with a pungent smell of blood.

Chen Jing stared at the old man in a daze, and didn't move for a long time.

Because he had just woken up and his brain was a little down.

So...

I didn't die?

Was it saved by that little skeleton... No, he shouldn't have that ability.

Was it this old man who saved me?

Where is this...

Chen Jing subconsciously turned his eyes away from the old man, and then looked around where he was.

"Is this the underground garage on the third floor below ground?"

Chen Jing looked at the sign hanging on the ceiling not far away, and then looked at the straight fluorescent light above his head in confusion.

If it weren't for the sign clearly saying "underground garage", I'm afraid Chen Jing couldn't imagine that the underground garage on the third floor below ground in the Sunset Red Community would look like this...

The walls, floors and ceilings of the garage, all the places that were originally made of cement are now "mud".

It seems that they have all been corroded by the power of the old man, and all turned into that kind of sticky and black asphalt-like substance. Chen Jing even suspected that they were all alive...

Just like the dormitory building where Aunt Hong and her family lived.

The black asphalt-like substances kept squirming, and occasionally bulged out huge bubbles. If you listen carefully, you can hear that kind of weird sticky sound.

"Sir, it's great that you're still alive!"

The little skeleton suddenly cried while hugging Chen Jing, but due to his special physique, he couldn't squeeze out tears no matter how hard he tried. Only the flames in his eyes could prove how excited he was.

"I thought he was dead..." Chen Jing got up from the ground with a smile and patted the little skeleton on the back, "Why don't you stutter when you speak?"

"Excited!" The little skeleton wiped away the non-existent tears and said excitedly, "You actually killed so many human tie at one time! Your strength is rare in the wasteland! You..."

"Stop, stop, stop."

Chen Jing was a little dizzy from the little skeleton's series of praises. He thought to himself that this guy stuttered before, but when he got excited, he not only stopped stuttering but also rapped like a rap...

"So I killed all those human tie?" Chen Jing asked.

"Yes!" The little skeleton nodded.

Then he thought about it and added another sentence.

"That batch was killed by you, sir! But the batch behind..."

Before the little skeleton finished speaking, the silent old man suddenly spoke.

"I killed them."

The old man spoke in a dull tone.

Perhaps because he was in the underground garage, his speech was obviously echoing, but Chen Jing could hear his fluent Mandarin clearly.

Looking at the old man with obvious Caucasian features speaking Mandarin, Chen Jing always felt a little strange. Then he thought that people in the inner world seemed to speak like this...

Chinese occupies the entire universe?

It shouldn't be.

Suddenly, Chen Jing remembered that when he first came here, there was such a passage in the "Biological Leap Examination Rules"...

That seems to be the third rule of the rules.

The general content is that in view of the special situation of the plane, the difference between the inner world and the outer world is too large, the chief examiner has arranged reasonable identities for all candidates, and always keeps the "language adaptive system" running...

"Is this the role of the language adaptive system?"

Chen Jing was puzzled, but he could only think of this explanation at present.

"You are quite courageous..."

The old man leaned forward, and his eyes, as deep as black holes, seemed to reveal a humanistic look, and he asked Chen Jing curiously.

"You dare to use such a dangerous ancient relic?"

After that, the old man looked at Chen Jing again, and couldn't help but sigh in amazement.

"A weak person who is not even as good as an ordinary person..."

"The situation was critical before, and if you don't use it, you will die." Chen Jing couldn't help but interrupt the old man's words, because he knew that what followed was definitely not a good word.

It was also at this time that Chen Jing realized that the Yellow King Holy Grail that saved his life before was still in his hand.

Perhaps it was because of the absorption of blood.

The hourglass-shaped cup body is purer in color than before.

The original brass color is gradually transforming into a bright gold, and the pattern on the surface of the cup body seems to have changed...

Chen Jing looked at the Holy Grail in confusion, only to see that the cup was still empty, and he didn't know where the absorbed blood went.

"This ancient relic is very dangerous..." the old man said, his tone full of memories, "I once saw a totem similar to this one in an ancient ruin in the wasteland, with the same pattern..."