0p0 Chapter 767 Masked explores the belly of the giant beast,
Chapter 767 Masked explores the belly of the giant beast,
When the salty and fishy sea water was suddenly drained, the Yi Yuan in Wang Mian's palm emitted a faint blue light.
The beast's stomach wall contracted violently like a punctured airbag, and sticky mucus flowed down its black scales.
The stench of rotting fish intestines mixed with the smell of rust almost filled my nostrils.
The five members of the Masked Team were suspended in mid-air, and the Rose's beam swept across the front - the human figure wrapped in mucus finally appeared.
"It's a person!" Xuanwo's voice was trembling with shock, and the veins on the back of his hand holding the short blade were bulging.
As the youngest member of the team, his movements as he protected Moon Ghost were half a beat slower than usual.
Tianping's mechanical prosthetic eye hummed, and the scan results danced on his retina: "Weak vital signs, penetrating chest wound."
Before he finished speaking, Qiangwei had already swung her sword to pick away the slime stuck to the old man's body - the short knife that had sunk three inches into his chest,
The Ouroboros totem carved on the hilt of the sword is exactly the same as the Yi Yuan on the king's waist.
"Captain?" Yue Gui's fingertips dug into her palm. She stared at the knife, her Adam's apple moving.
"This is......"
Wang Mian's thumb stroked the scabbard at his waist, and the blue light of the knife flashed in his eyes: "My future self."
The stomach wall suddenly made a muffled sound, as if a giant beast was swallowing.
The short blade of the vortex hit the rock wall with a "clang": "The future?
You mean... you will become a god in the future? " His voice trembled, but he couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes -
The entire Demon Suppression Bureau is spreading the word that beings who can control time are only one step away from becoming gods.
"Becoming a god?" Wang Mian chuckled, the sword light flowing in his palm.
"Just a thug who can make a few more turns in time."
When he turned around, Yi Yuan behind him and the knife on the old man's chest resonated at the same time.
"This knife was left behind before my third time traveling back in time."
Tianping's artificial eye suddenly froze for half a second - a sign of his emotional fluctuations: "What about the time paradox?"
“If your current self met your future self…”
"Paradox?" Wang Mian's eyes swept over everyone.
“My kind of retrospection is not a shuttle, it’s a ‘covering’.”
He flicked the blade with his fingers, and the sharp sound hit the slimy stomach wall.
"You crush what has happened and reshape it, but every time you do it, you lose your life."
The mucus in the stomach wall suddenly began to solidify, as if all the water had been sucked out.
Moon Ghost took a half step back and bumped into Rose's scabbard.
She could hear her own heartbeat: “How much…?”
"The first time, ten years." Wang Mian's voice was like being soaked in ice.
“The second time, eight years.”
Dead silence.
The vortex's short blade fell to the ground with a clang.
The young man who always loved to tell jokes had red eyes at this moment. He suddenly rushed over and grabbed Wang Mian's wrist: "Are you crazy?
For what it's worth..."
“To keep you alive.”
Wang Mian pressed his back neck with his backhand, the force was not strong but it was as firm as an iron clamp.
"Before the last time we went back in time, you all died in the beast tide."
The stomach walls contracted again, this time with a slight tremor.
Chen Yangrong's fingers suddenly moved, his cloudy eyes slowly turned, and the corners of his mouth stretched into an unnatural grin: "My friends... draw your swords."
His voice was like sandpaper scraping against rusty iron.
"Pull out this knife, and I'll take you to see the sea..."
Wang Mian's pupils suddenly shrank.
He pulled out Yi Yuan with his backhand, and the knife light drew a semicircle in front of Chen Yangrong: "Vortex, hold him back."
"Okay!" Xuanwo wiped his face and suddenly grinned, spinning the short blade at his fingertips.
"Old man, let me tell you a joke?
The last time I killed a monster in Qingshui City, that guy insisted that he was the Third Prince of the Dragon King... "
As he spoke, he walked around to Chen Yangrong's side, tapping the ground with his toes - this was the delay signal they agreed upon.
Wang Mian pressed his palm on Chen Yangrong's forehead.
The faint blue light seeped into the old man's skin through his fingers, and cold sweat gradually broke out between his brows.
Timeline surged in his consciousness like pages caught in a strong wind:
The blood moon in the fishing village twenty years ago, the child nailed to the reef, the countdown in the pupils of the giant beast...
"Captain?" Yue Gui's voice seemed to come from far away.
Wang Mian suddenly withdrew his hand, and the Yi Yuan fell back into the sheath with a "clang".
His face was almost transparent, yet he managed a faint, almost invisible smile: "Prepare to retreat."
"Just leaving like that?" Qiangwei frowned, pointing the tip of her sword at Chen Yangrong.
“That old thing…”
“He won’t be awake for long.”
Wang Mian turned and walked towards the stomach wall outlet. Seawater was pouring in through the cracks. "But there is one thing..."
He paused in the shadows, and when he turned his head, half of his face was hidden in the dark blue knife light.
“The time loop of a fishing village is not that simple.”
Just as Xuanwo was about to speak, a rumble like thunder suddenly came from deep within his stomach wall.
Wang Mian paused, touched the knife at his waist, and said in a voice as light as a sigh: "Let's go."
When the sea water reached his ankles, Chen Yangrong's laughter suddenly burst out.
The voice, mixed with the smell of slime and wrapped in some indescribable strangeness, crawled up along the back of the masked team's necks -
“They won’t believe it…”
Wang Mian's hand pressed on the rock wall at the exit of the stomach wall.
He could feel the beast's heartbeat accelerating.