Mysterious Life Simulator

Chapter 64

There is a huge shadow rising from the ground, covering the sky and the sun.

George looked up in bewilderment.

Is it dark clouds?
In the next moment, Yazi was about to burst.

That's not some goddamn dark cloud!

It's people!

Countless human bodies dripping with blood, including men, women, children, old people, civilians and dignitaries, rich businessmen and homeless people, were all distorted by strange and weird techniques, and forced together with flesh and blood, forming an incomparably huge Irregular lumps of flesh with chaotic shapes.

Countless!

Some of them were still howling.

Some are still crying.

Some are still trying to pluck out their bodies that have been crushed and fused with another!
I don't know how many people were mixed together in such an extremely violent way.

Bloody, weird and bloody to the extreme.

It's almost like half of Manhattan's resident population has been captured by something and sewn together crudely.

【vomit--】

No wonder there was a strong smell of blood.

"God."

Priests in luxurious gowns and nuns in narrow skirts exclaimed in low voices.

Huge and strong corruption and the smell of blood falling from the sky, this scene is more frightening and frightening than any scene in human history.

The surrounding gray fog is churning and rushing in every direction.

There is also a thin haze lingering in the sky, attracted by the bloody thing that suddenly rose up, spinning upwards.

It's like looking up at the whirlpool in the turbid deep sea.

How magnificent and incomparable this is.

Even the gray fog receded.

"It! It's alive!"

George's teeth were sour.

He was on the edge of lower Manhattan, inside Holy Trinity Church.

The bloody thing stood up slowly from the cracks in the earth, it was as majestic as a mountain.

The whole city seemed to have fallen into a huge desperate situation in an instant, and there were piercing car noises and wailing of fear from the crowd around.

Priests and nuns crowded together, holding up the blood-stained silver cross in their hands, and reciting passages in the Bible praising God at a speed that was a bit weird.

Standing soft and weird, bloody and unsightly, it stretched out tentacles, arms and legs made up of countless human organs, and swept across the sky in an orderly manner.

Like a giant monster waking up from slumber in a huge whirlpool!
This is one. The most dangerous alien ever!
The thick mist is like this strange clothes, slowly rotating around it, a layer of viscous, wet and slippery liquid is secreted from the lower layers of those struggling human bodies, and quickly envelopes them, so the surface of this monster is like an adult There was a scarlet silt swamp, under which countless limbs were tearing violently.

The people who make up this alien species seem to be still alive. They tried their best to stick their faces under the viscous liquid film, and printed a clear human face on the film. The pain of suffocation made them open their mouths and try to find oxygen, but they didn’t know what to do. Why can't they die.

George felt dizzy from his own headache, a fog was falling from around the city, and something was going on with this huge alien.

Suddenly, a needle-cone chill pierced through the tailbone and rushed into the Tianling Cap in an instant.

George shuddered.

He raised his head slowly—

On the top of the head, tens of thousands of pairs of eyes suddenly widened, it was those human bodies that made up a different kind.

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Staring at George!

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"call--"

Waking up from the weird dream, George's whole body was already drenched in sweat.

With lingering fear in his heart, he took a glass of cold water with a trembling right hand.

The cold scabbard of Yaodao Murura appeared in his hand, so he felt a sense of security.

It's... three o'clock in the morning.

It's foggy again.

There are occasional yellow beams of light crossing in the fog, probably cheap police drones patrolling.

Waking up from the nightmare, George couldn't sleep.

It was Sarah, who could hear her snoring even if she was two rooms away.

Pressing his face against the glass, he stared intently at the turbulent mist outside the window, and occasionally there would be insects chirping from the mist.

This fog.
Just like the deep sea, if you stare at it for a long time, you will be pulled into it, and you will never be reborn forever.

Can't sleep.

Can't sleep.

George simply opened the oil pipe.

It is true that some videos are real-time uploaded videos of the fog in New York. Most of the titles are "the first heavy fog in June" and "be careful when going out at night". Guotai Minan.

Some agency is controlling public opinion, lest all of New York be thrown into a great panic.

Peter said that the homeless shelter run by Aunt May received a large amount of funds allocated by the government yesterday, requiring rapid expansion and doubling the number of shelters within a few days.

Probably the outdoors are really too dangerous.

Just being dangerous is not enough. The life and death of the bottom-level people cannot bring the slightest guilt to the upper-class people. Even for American society, it would be good if all the homeless wanderers died.

There is only one possibility.
Just leave the vagabonds out, and terrible things can happen that affect the upper classes.

Could it be that, as Arcee said, there are ghosts in the fog?
That's too ridiculous.

【George, are you asleep? 】

Suddenly, Harry sent a message.

【Woke up just now, I had a nightmare. 】

【I'm a little scared, why don't I come to your house to sleep tonight. 】

【Okay, do you go through the front door or the back door? 】

[Garage, I'm coming here in a battle suit. 】

[What's going on, why are you wearing a battle suit? 】

[It's hard to say, I'm going out right now, you pick me up. 】

[Okay, I'll come down and open the garage, be careful, I always feel something is wrong. 】

[Well, 2 minutes. 】

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The garage door is in the back yard.

Sarah's car was parked here, and there was a little yellow bed in the corner.

That's Anderson's den.

Anderson was a German shepherd, but he died two years ago, old and old.

Oh, by the way, George's cheap dad is also named Anderson, who seems to be doing archaeology abroad, anyway, George hasn't seen him since he was four years old.

A thick blanket and several black raincoats were piled on the cot.

There was no light on when the door was opened from the hallway, like a slender ghost sitting there with its back to George.

A small layer of goosebumps appeared on the neck.

George turned on the light and ignored the pile.

He pressed the switch of the brake roller door, and damp and sticky air rushed in through the gap under the door.

【bass--】

Yaodao Murura hangs on his waist, so that no matter what happens, he can fight back instantly.

The door flew wide open.

The visibility in the fog was no more than three meters, and the lights in the garage were dim and unable to illuminate further places.

A thick beam of light shoots from the left.

The loud, mechanical sound was transmitted in the mist.

The giant, solid, and mighty titan battlesuit that was as powerful as a tank came out of the fog with a roaring sound.

Harry opened the mask:

"Quick, close the door!"

"There really is something in the fog!"

He was very pale.

It seems to have seen something terrible.

(End of this chapter)