Endless Battlefield: Starting from Night City to Create a Vest

His vision fell into darkness, and Wu Guang was dazed.

It's still this familiar feeling.

But this time, Wu Guang felt restrained.

He was wondering what was going on. He couldn't be being kidnapped by a ghost.

That is at this time.

A beam of light shone into the darkness.

But this beam of light is a little dim.

It can be seen that this is a kind of candlelight.

Wu Guang's vision was a little blurry.

It was at this moment that he realized something.

I might have just been cut out of the belly.

And that's exactly what happened.

A pair of bloody and sharp hands took out Wu Guang's ruptured abdomen.

Wu Guang became a premature baby.

In the hospital?

No, Wu Guang had just emerged from the body of a woman who had turned into a ghost.

And in front of Wu Guang stood a man named Muzan Kibutsuji.

"Eat him." The voice was not threatening, it was even gentle, but the woman who had just turned into a ghost was still trembling, and the wound on her abdomen was slowly healing.

You can even clearly see the purple lines flowing through her body.

However, the mother who had just become a ghost still retained some humanity. In other words, if she ate her own child, she might completely lose her humanity and become a man-eating ghost.

Wu Guang realized the seriousness of the problem.

There is a high probability that I will die.

Didn't they say that any option would not lead to death? Why did he die right at the beginning? And he could clearly feel that his body was very weak.

Obviously a premature baby.

Although it was blurry, his hearing was still there, so he could make out the general idea.

In a daze, Wu Guang stretched out his blood-stained hand and grabbed the woman's sharp claws.

Blood dripped from Wu Guang's little hands.

The woman, whose eyes had already turned bloodshot, froze in shock. It was as if the brief moment of clarity had made her panic.

Looking at the thin child in her arms, tears flowed unconsciously.

Unconsciously, she followed her instinct and took the child into her arms.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The woman held the child in her arms as if possessed, murmuring only.

When Muzan Kibutsuji standing by saw this, the gentle and peaceful expression disappeared.

Instead, there is apathy.

"A failure?"

He left. He had no intention of killing the woman and her child. After all, what could be more fun than destroying her spirit and will bit by bit?

Besides, he didn't think the woman could endure hunger.

You know, even when people are extremely hungry, they will eat their own children, let alone a person who has become a cannibal?

It's just a matter of time.

If this woman ate his flesh and blood immediately, perhaps he would look at her with more respect and keep her by his side for a short period of time, naturally for the purpose of experiment.

Can the experiment produce antibodies to this ghost through the variability of rare blood production and autophagy, whether it is wisteria or sunlight.

Moreover, the offspring born by a woman with rare blood is not the result of intercourse with a normal person, but a ghost.

Muzan Kibutsuji's? Of course not. It was her husband, but she was controlled by him.

This is an experiment, an experiment on dilute blood.

Although the blue Higanbana could solve the problem of Muzan's inability to see sunlight, it had not been found for hundreds of years, which gave him the idea of ​​this experiment.

only..

He has tried this experiment many times, and the results have always failed.

And this was also Muzan’s last experiment.

Muzan Kibutsuji disappeared into the night.

At this moment, the ghost mother was struggling between her own reason and desire. The saliva from the corners of her mouth dripped onto Wu Guang's face, and tears also flowed down her cheeks.

She knew clearly that she would inevitably eat her own children, which she could not accept.

But the weakness and desire to eat coming from her body made it difficult for her to control herself, and the smell emitted by Wu Guang was an irresistible fragrance for her.

It was like the sweetest candy she had ever eaten in her dreams when she was a child.

"sorry.."

Wu Guang listened, but felt helpless.

However, the expected scene of being blown in the head did not happen.

The ghost mother wrapped Wu Guang in clothes and placed him under the oil lamp.

He staggered out.

The thin figure tried his best to endure.

Eventually Wu Guang fell asleep in a halo of trance. After all, he was a premature baby and his body was very weak. In addition, there was blood on his hands, which made his already poor health even worse.

It can even be said that if the weather gets a little colder, Wu Guang might get cold.

But when Wu Guang woke up again.

He felt the warmth and opened his eyes in a trance. In his hazy vision, he saw a familiar and blurry figure, and the familiar heartbeat made him feel at ease.

It's the ghost mother.

But the ghost mother is not as crazy as before, okay?

Obviously impossible.

He could feel the ghost mother's body trembling and her heavy breathing, as if she was suppressing something.

Wu Guang was very weak, and even said that opening his eyes made him feel short of breath.

He didn't know how long he had been hungry.

But soon the dry lips became juicy.

Wu Guang sucked it up instinctively. Although the sense of taste is not fully developed in children, let alone Wu Guang who was a premature baby, he could feel that this was not milk, but more like blood.

Wu Guang stretched out his hand randomly and grabbed the sharp claws, and his injured hand was broken again.

The trembling ghost mother's body suddenly stopped at this moment, and even her heavy breathing stopped.

Wu Guang also realized that something was wrong. After all, he was obviously in a state of hunger. He was showing the taste of blood. Wasn't this just waiting to die?

However, what was expected did not happen.

The sharp nails were silently retracted, and a pair of warm yet slender hands touched Wu Guang's face.

"sorry..."

The ghost mother left again.

Wu Guang fell into a deep sleep again, and this time he felt his body was very hot, as if there was a fire burning inside him.

When he woke up again, he was still in that familiar hazy state, but Wu Guang could feel that his vision was gradually becoming clearer.

What was going on? Wu Guang was puzzled by the brief moment of clarity of consciousness. After all, how could a premature baby see the world so clearly so quickly?

The familiar juice dripped onto Wu Guang's lips again. Wu Guang tried hard not to suck it, but he was just a child after all.

Wu Guang fell into a deep sleep again, and the ghost mother left again, but this time, she was even weaker.

This time, Wu Guang felt that the fire in his body was even stronger, as if it could burn him at any time.

When Wu Guang woke up again, there was no one around, or rather, the ghost mother was not there. There was only a pile of firewood burning quietly on the side of the hut.

Wu Guang tried hard to control his body, but it was relatively difficult. However, he still managed to change from lying on his back to lying on his stomach. The expected weak support did not appear.

In contrast, he easily held up his small body.

Look around.

It is a simple wooden house.

There were no signs of fighting, but not far away, there was a piece of clothing that looked like it was worn by a man.

But it was tattered, as if the chest had been pierced by something, and the blood on it had dried.

It was daytime outside, and the sun shone through the window onto the ground.

Wu Guang stretched out his hand to test it, and his plump white little hand did not feel any burning pain from touching the sunlight.

He is still a human being... He just looked at his hand, and there was no wound on his palm which should have been injured.

"I roughly know what my rare blood constitution is..."