Mystery: Paradox Path Chapter 360

The Mirai slowly narrowed the distance from the ruins, and at this moment, a huge and clear gasp sounded in everyone's ears at the same time.

Hu ~ Hu!

The loud gasping sound slowly and regularly entered everyone's ears. The sound made the bones chill, and a strong sense of fear spread in the air, but it did not trigger Klein's dangerous premonition.

There was almost no need to distinguish, and everyone instinctively realized the source of the gasping sound. It came from the ruins in front of the side, and it came from the rocks and pillars stacked on top of the sea.

"There's a corpse in there!"

The bloodless Heath Doyle emerged from the shadows, covering his head with his hands, groaning in pain, Cattleya quickly gave the order to turn, and compared to Heath Doyle, there was another person on the ship , is clearly feeling the rhythm of the corpse.

In the cabin, Snow held his head, and the whole person fell into a strange state. One after another granulation buds drilled out of his skin, and the shadows under his feet continued to spread and breed. Emerging in the shadows, the cold snake boy, the godless round boy, the alien octopus eye boy...

Snow's spirit was constantly mutating in the sound of his breathing, and after taking the Listener's potion, he only felt as if a lot of resentment and hatred were pouring into his brain.

This idea is so terrifying that even with the exaggerated number of monkeys in his body, it is not enough to share a single star.

Snow constantly extracts his spirituality from the one-foot-thorn, and uses the same and different tortoises and snakes to strengthen the essence of breathing and reduce the pollution in it, and then use the concept of stealing to minimize the possibility of losing control of himself. .

But it still couldn't prevent the heavy gasp from seeping into every cell of his.

Snow is not without means of self-rescue, such as concentrating all the pollution on a few monkeys and then annihilating them, but the result of doing so is the lack of soul, Sequence Five, he has not yet repaired the power of the soul, even if it is only one. A loss of 1/10,000th would completely collapse the promotion ceremony of the demigod.

After all, before being promoted to a demigod, all of his soul divisions may become the "sole cause".

However, after this short period of being on the verge of losing control, a noisy, harsh, treacherous, and evil voice came from his chest. It was far more direct pollution than the sound of breathing. Although it was not as good as breathing in quality, it actually contained With malice and madness, even the waves brought by the battleships could not be more powerful than the face-to-face shelling of the destroyers. The curse sound with malice and pollution almost instantly overwhelmed the erosion of the gasping sound.

The strong pollution distorted Snow's body, but it maintained a strange balance line. It was obvious that if he went further, he would inevitably go out of control, but he was stuck on the node of reason and madness. Fine-tune with Snow's mental state.

The Mirai quickly bypassed the ruins, and Snow's condition began to slowly improve. Various eyes in the shadows slowly closed, and strips of granulation and tentacles also slowly retracted under the skin. He rubbed his hair. The swollen head was sitting against the wall, panting heavily, reaching out and stroking the real villain hanging upside down on the reverse cross on his chest.

"Okay."

With Snow's feeble words, Heaven Manufacturing slowly stopped the frantic ravings, and as the last source of pollution disappeared, Snow returned to his normal state again.

He slightly tidied up his messy hair, took a deep breath, and then asked in a hearty mood:

"Just now, what was that...or, whose body was that?"

【Really making ravings...】

The ravings with sadness, anger, resentment and hatred came out from the vertical boy on the chest of the real villain. Snow was slightly startled when he heard the words, and his expression immediately became a little weird.

"It's actually... It looks like I'll have to come back in the future..."

Snow thought of this, and rubbed his eyebrows again, trying to make his swelled brains return to normal.

Although the answer he got was somewhat unexpected, on the whole, he got an incredible piece of information. He stuck his head out of the window, looked at the ruins that had disappeared at the end of his field of vision, and silently recorded the surrounding environment.

Klein, who was worried about whether Heath Doyle would become a thunderstorm on this trip, suddenly felt something and looked up, but this time, he did not lock the previous cabin with a mysterious sight, but the next door to it. ...

There, the open window was swaying slightly with the wind brought by the sailing of the ship, which made Klein feel a little strange—

"Is the window open before? Why do I always think there's something weird on this ship?"

Although he thought so, he was interrupted by a sudden grunting sound in his stomach, um, he hasn't had time to eat breakfast yet!

"It looks like you're fine." Bernadette's peaceful voice sounded in the cabin, Snow tightened his collar slightly, and hid the heavenly creation again, then turned around and said to Huang Beibei:

"Or rather, there is still a little gain."

"..." Bernadette didn't respond to Snow's words, but her eyes were full of the look of "you're holding on".

"Don't look at me like this, okay? It's just that the corpse there has a special meaning to me. Do you think I'm affected by the ravings now?"

Snow was a little shy at the sight of Bernadette. Before the group of monkeys who had slowed down from their gasps began to improvise again, he stretched out a door of sacrifice and took out an Intis-style breakfast for two. , said to Bernadette:

"Want to eat together?"

"Well," Bernadette, who was awakened by Snow's almost uncontrollable madness, also hadn't eaten breakfast at this time~www.mtlnovel.com~ Today, she was wearing a pair of beige trousers that were easy to move around. The black leather boots that have remained unchanged for thousands of years are wearing a light brown knee-length skirt. The sloping skirt is said to be uninhibited and free and easy, but it is actually very inappropriate...

Well, people are pretty and can wear anything.

Snow murmured and poured a cup of vanilla tea for Bernadette. Bernadette said with some doubts while eating the food of her hometown:

"I thought you should have prepared enough."

"Actually, I prepared more than you imagined, but the corpse was beyond my expectations. In fact, even if you exhaust all knowledge, you may not be able to imagine what kind of personality the corpse is." The next piece of foie gras was put into her mouth, enjoying the feeling of the fat melting on the tip of her tongue. The corners of her brows were raised slightly. Bernadette felt that her dignity as a secret peep was being provoked, but she did not respond, because she really did. do not know.

Although according to Snow's tone, the corpse may even have originated from an ancient **** or a Sequence Zero true god, but her intuition told her that this was not the correct answer.

In the mysterious world, the stronger the intuition, the more accurate the intuition, not to mention that Bernadette is still a mythical creature made up of purely information, but such intuition gave her an almost absurd feeling, because according to Snow's theory. The meaning of the words, is there any...

"Don't think about it anymore, even if you are an angel." Snow still put his index finger against his lips to stop Bernadette's association, and took a sip of vanilla tea with a smile.

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