Chapter 587 The logic that the doctor told in one afternoon collapsed. Gao Ming saw the monster in his heart with his own eyes. It was not an illusion caused by pressure, but a real piece of flesh and blood branch!
Gao Ming also wanted to think that everything was fake, but he felt the severe pain of the wound being torn.
That branch seemed to have consciousness and thinking. It seemed that it also realized that it had hurt Gaosheng, and its movements became gentle. Red lines on the leaf veins lit up like the human body's congestion. It seemed that it wanted to communicate with Gaosheng in this way.
The flesh and blood echo each other, and the lifeless body gives the answer before the chaotic consciousness, and they are one.
The beating heart was like a mobilized drum beat. The flesh and blood branches were allowed to grow wildly, drilling out of the high-lived internal organs, climbing all over the hospital bed, then climbing up the walls and various medical devices, and finally drilling into the ceiling and the ground.
The rich meat fragrance stimulated every nerve of Gao Ming, and he vaguely heard someone calling his name. "Gao Ming! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! What should I do if you die here!"
The door of the ward was knocked open, and the sound in my ears was replaced by the screams of the doctor and the nurse.
Looking at the door, the light outside shone into the dark ward like a monster's nest, completely showing the ugliness here to everyone's eyes.
In Gao Ming’s impression, the nurses and doctors here are very good people, they are very patient with patients, always have a smile on their faces, and are very humane and caring. Such a situation of abuse of patients does not exist here at all.
The flesh and blood twigs drilled out of the pipe and pierced the necks of the nurses and nurses. The smiles on their faces were frozen in Gao Ming's memory. The warmth, care and healing deposited in the mental hospital were stained with blood, and screams were everywhere.
Breaking free from the restraint belt, Gao Ming left the ward wrapped in flesh and blood. He saw all the beauty being torn apart, and he was like the cruelest and evil villain in the movie.
Unscrupulous killing destroys beauty and happiness. The hospital brings rehabilitation and rebirth, but he just blindly destroys and keeps extinguishing the flame of hope.
However, as the flesh and blood twigs grew, more and more ward doors were opened. Gao Ming saw patients with dull faces. They once had their own lives and their own joys, anger, sorrows, and happiness, but now they seemed to have been treated as obedient puppets, with only one expression on their faces, that is, meaningless smirks.
Life is not entirely composed of joy. The stimulation brought by joy will continue to weaken, and the limit of joy may also touch death.
Gao Ming saw different patients in different wards. There was a handsome young man living in 301. He was crazy and full of words. He claimed to be the eldest young master of the Tang house and wanted to marry the pearl in the palm of the Xi house. There was a painter with disheveled head and faces lying in 302. He held a soft spoon and scratched the outline of the girl and the flower on the wall bit by bit.
Looking back, the series of wards were filled with souls living in joy. Their lives were twisted, and only deformed joy remained in their dreams. "Hahaha, they are all fake, they are all fake!"
The flesh and blood twigs penetrate Gao Ming's body, tearing his skin, rooting it into every ward, and stabbing it into the hearts of every patient!
The expressions of all patients changed, and their silly joy was quickly replaced by pain, and the flesh-and-blooded giant tree penetrated into each of their happy dreams. After the last patient was "parasiated" by flesh and blood, a rumbling sound came from the mental hospital, as if the foundation of this world had been hollowed out.
The lamp above his head swayed a few times and then fell down. The wall collapsed and the entire hospital turned bloody. Gao Ming suddenly opened his eyes...
The joy line broke, Gao Ming was bleeding from his seven orifices, and a big hole was opened in his stomach. He collapsed on the first floor of the joy temple, pillowing with wedding invitations all over the ground. "Gao Ming! You're awake!" Fu Shu was cushioning under Gao Ming's body like a flesh pad. The alienation of flesh and blood on his body had stopped, the shrine was closed, and the flesh and blood ghosts had long disappeared.
"What happened during my coma?" Gao Ming now had a hard time touching his fingers, so he could only wait patiently for his body to recover.
"Don't you know nothing? I thought everything was as expected! I just swear to you!" Fu Shu was surprised: "The foundation of the God of Joy is the countless wedding invitations in the Temple of Joy. Each of them represents a nightmare that is contaminated with joy. You were sinking into the nightmare before, and I kept shouting anxiously, but it had no effect. I watched your consciousness continue to sink, but just when you were about to lose control of your body, branches with the fragrance of flesh grew deep in your flesh and blood."
"Is it growing in the flesh?"
"Is it growing in the flesh?"
" "Yes! They cannot break through the barrier of deep nightmare, so they cannot leave your body." Fu Shu's expression was strange: "Coincidentally, the nightmare represented by those wedding invitations should only be considered middle-level nightmare. Mrs. Xi hopes that those nightmare trap your consciousness and take the initiative to send those nightmare to your body, but they took the opportunity to exploit loopholes by these flesh and blood branches. They crazily occupied those nightmare and finally rescued you."
The wedding invitations on the ground became wrinkled, the red faded, and pale. A good temple is now like the funeral just finished.
"I really didn't expect that you had hidden a hand from me. Now the foundation of the God of Xi is destroyed. Your god has taken away most of the hearts of Xixian. Your flesh-and-blooded branches occupy all the nightmares stored in Xi Temple. As long as you eat the Lord of Xi Shen who is possessed by Bai Huang, you will be the new God of Xi Meng Town!" Fu Shu was excited. Before coming, he never expected Gao Ming to go to this point: "Wonderful, your despair restrains joy. You treat your companion's body as a trap to temporarily trap the God of Xi Shen consciousness. You have learned to interpret dreams. You can ignore the rules of Xi Shen in your own nightmare, and finally hide the trump card of eating the nightmare. Did you start planning from the moment you saved me? I am also a part of your plan?"
Close your mouth, Gao Ming ignored Fu Shu. He was feeling the changes in his body.
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The flesh-and-blooded giant tree is not yet able to enter the nightmare in Zhemeng Town, because Gao Ming had swallowed the flesh and blood fruits, so it can only use Gao Ming as the medium and coordinate.
The flesh and blood twigs were trapped under Gaoming's skin. After occupying the nightmare represented by wedding invitations, they injected a trace of pink liquid into Gaoming's body.
His previous high fate was not bad, but it was definitely not related to goodness. But as the pink liquid soaked his body, not only did he have the ability to withstand despair and pain, but his fortune became vaguely better, with a little less gloomy between his eyebrows and eyes, and a little more charity.
"Boom!"
At this moment, a thunder sounded in the night sky, and a drizzle of blood began. Fu Shu opened his mouth and his eyes turned: "Is there a god in Zhemeng Town dead?!"
(The end of this chapter)