Mysterious Life Simulator

Chapter 25

Although the Sons of Deceit look disgusting, and their humanoid mouthparts seem extremely weird, they don't actually have many means of attack.

They are like real slugs, without bones, just a simple aggregate of flesh and blood, so weak that they can even kill a lot of chickens.

But when someone kills them, they will find that their sanity and emotions are being seriously affected.

That's what George is now.

His sanity value is as high as 7, far exceeding the value that ordinary people can have, but he is still on the verge of losing strength after killing countless treacherous sons.

He is tired.

The heart seems to be working on overload.

Some images or scenes have begun to appear in my mind uninterrupted and uncontrollable, like a horse watching flowers.

The last slug was trampled by George's foot, crushed into a pulp, and the juice spurted out.

Looking back, on the ground of the underground temple, countless dirty and smelly viscera have been mixed with slug mucus and crushed meat sauce.

Smells disgusting.

The light here is bright, and there are no shadows in any corner.

But behind the heavy metal gates, in the places covered by shadows, the darkness seemed to come alive suddenly, scrambling to stretch out terrifying invisible limbs to penetrate into the temple.

But when they came into contact with the strong light, they let out a silent roar, and then shivered violently and retracted abruptly.

The remaining dozen or so painted skins hang themselves on the wall, behind the great gods enshrined, they are filled with air, like children who are still alive.

George's head was a little dizzy.

But this kind of dizziness is not harmful to the body, on the contrary, it is like a memory forcefully instilled in Sims, countless dreams bloom in his thoughts.

He sat down on the most conspicuous and noblest seat in the entire underground temple.

This is a... Vishnu.

The stone statue is dressed in yellow silk clothes, with a blue complexion, a face like a full moon, and eyes like blooming lotus petals. The chest is decorated with precious gemstones and a thick garland of holy threads. Gatuo's Hammer, Divine Bow, and Lotus Flower actually added a touch of sacredness to this rancid, bloody and violent atmosphere.

But George just took one look at the idol, then reached out and pushed it into the filth, leaving it to shatter and blood stain his body.

He knew that Vishnu is a guardian symbol in Hinduism.

But the idol didn't do its job, so George destroyed it.

Later, George sat down on the lotus platform that originally belonged to Vishnu. It was much cleaner here, without blood stains or the remains of the deceitful son.

His brain was too tired, it was the Son of Deceit who instilled too many memories into him when he died, and he had to absorb and see these memories.

His eyes gradually blurred, and George tried not to fall asleep, but just watched everything that someone had experienced in his mind like watching a movie.

His consciousness sinks, sinks, sinks...

All the way down to the bottom, a realm of chaos.

then……

Everything lights up again.

……

Dreaming again?

No, that doesn't seem like a dream.

A pale medical certificate with only a thin sheet was placed on the coffee table. The spilled tea soaked the lower half of it, and many contents in the upper half were also wet and blurred by large drops of liquid. Just a few lines.

"Bilateral Lung Small Round Cell Malignancy".

"He Hong".

The man lay with his eyes open beside a hickory tree, the leaves of which were dappled by the early summer sun.

He spread out the rolled tobacco leaves and put them back into the small, rotten and moldy wooden box. After a while, he rolled them up again.

In fact, he had already noticed something was wrong.

But he didn't dare to check.

He was afraid that if something was found out, his life would be ruined.

Even though it's a bad day right now.

The man began to smoke the old cigarette, and the strong smell entered his nose, his throat, and his lungs.

Then, it was spit out again.

The smoke became smoke rings, one after the other.

When his wife was still alive, she often told him not to smoke, but this world is difficult, and a desperate man can only support himself with a smoke.

"Smoke..."

"Smoke is a good thing..."

He was facing upwards, the hot ash fell down and landed on his face, scalding small blisters.

He suffered and suffered, and was tired, so he always felt that he would not give up his only comfort.

There are so many terminally ill people, how could it be my turn...

How can bad luck always favor one person...

I still have a daughter...

The man hummed a song he liked when he was young, but his voice was hoarse.

He still smiled stubbornly, like the boy who used to run across the fields, like the boy who squatted at the head of the village waiting for the troupe once a year.

Nannan is a man's daughter.

The old man said that a little girl should be called Nannan, and a cheap name is always easier to support.

So the daughter is called He Nannan.

Thinking of her, the man's heart throbbed with pain.

He himself was lonely, and fortunately he met a lover, so he had only half-fruits, but perhaps it was a twist of fate, when his life began to improve, his beloved wife passed away.

Only the infant daughter and the man were left to depend on each other.

Where can a man bring a child?

Thanks to Aunt Wang, Aunt Li, Aunt Xu, and a few nagging middle-aged women who live nearby, who helped change diapers and bought milk powder together, the little girl was not raised as a wild child. boy.

From the pendant on his chest, the man took out a photo that hadn't turned yellow yet. The woman in it was smiling sweetly, with a touch of baby fat, but it could be seen that she was an optimistic woman.

This man...

dead and gone...

Sometimes He Gang would also think, maybe it's good to go like this, he already missed his first wife.

They walked out from the mountains in the south of China together, looking for a way out.

that era……

What a pain.

They traveled hand in hand and traveled through many mountains and rivers before they came to the rumored golden New York on the other side of the ocean.

When I first came here, I had no language or knowledge, so I could only go to a fellow villager's shop to help wash the dishes.

Those days were also considered satisfying.

But one day, everything will be destroyed...

Two monsters broke into their house, and they called the green one Hulk.

then……

then……

"Then……"

He Gang grabbed his temples with both hands. He was only in his late thirties, but his temples were gray and overworked.

The tragedy of his wife's death is still vivid.

Finally, the man who had been tense for a long time couldn't bear it anymore, bit his lip and cried.

He finally started howling loudly.

For their own tragic fate.

And also for the life the poor daughter will face after his death.

She is so young...

she……

"Looks like you need my help?"

Another man's voice sounded in front of him.

He Gang wiped away his tears in a panic, he looked up.

that person……

"My name is Aldredge Killian."

"Maybe I can cure your cancer."

He held out his hand.

There is a blazing light in the palm.

He Gang's eyes were severely blurred.

But at this moment, he only felt...

As if there is light.

　Not only the talent of the shepherd, but also many other talents may trigger such a small plot.

　　See and feel from various perspectives, the reasons why aliens were infected, and the difficulties they experienced, and then let the protagonist awaken the remaining humanity in their hearts.

　　It's also interesting isn't it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)