The Fourth Disaster: You said that the human race is weak in the interstellar space?

The Crow Priest placed his hand on Bantian's black eyeballs.

Those golden worms suddenly swarmed up as if attracted.

“Fuck…” An identification label appeared in front of the Crow Priest.

[Identification: Golden Death Maggot]

The Crow Priest was completely stunned. Looking at the huge, familiar body of the King Insect, he couldn't believe that Ban Tian was actually dead. What appeared in front of him now was a corpse.

"Priest, don't be too shocked. It's probably because the time has passed too long. Bantian died of natural causes." The ninety-nine-year-old fugitive jumped down and patted the crow priest on the shoulder.

But the next second, Bantian's eyeballs exploded, corpse water splashed, and golden maggots actually shot towards the Crow Priest and the ninety-nine-year-old fugitive Maluo.

Neither Maluo nor the priest were prepared at all. The next second, they felt itchy all over their bodies, and golden threads began to appear on their bodies.

"What's going on! It's itchy!"

"Stop scratching me! There's a bug in your eyeball! Damn it! What's going on? Is there something in my eye?"

The Crow Priest frantically scratched his neck and face with one hand, and with the other hand he pried open the eyelids of the ninety-nine-year-old fugitive, and saw the golden maggots still crawling underneath.

After obtaining fresh parasites, these tiny worms happily swim around in the parasite's body.

The Crow Priest felt like his goosebumps were about to explode.

It's true that he has always liked to deal with poisonous insects, but if he were really parasitized by something like a poisonous insect, he would have to say "cnm".

At the same time, the body of Ban Tian, who was originally attacking Wei Yuan frantically, stopped moving.

Wei Yuan originally wanted to raise his hand to kill the huge king insect body directly, but after looking at the two crow priests who were still scratching it and about to stamp their feet, he put his hand down.

Meanwhile, players are still peeking at the screen:

"It's a parasite!"

"Can the corpse of that Overlord be recovered?"

"Brother Yuan can recycle it for you? You're dreaming. Not a penny will come out of the things in his pocket."

"Where's Amiros? Tell that little pink-haired NPC to come out. I want to do some business with her."

"Hey, does anyone care about the Raven Priest and the Ninety-Nine-Year-Old Runaway? They have parasites multiplying rapidly, and it's so exciting to watch!"

"Great?"

"Brother, there's something wrong with you!"

"No, no, no, guys, haven't you seen the video of squeezing that fly larvae?"

"Wow, stop talking upstairs. I'm getting goosebumps all over my body. Someone please take this pervert away!"

"What's the difference between this and using cell clamps to pull out blackheads? I'm signing up. I want to pull out those parasites!"

"I see this bug is a Golden Legendary, so it's sure to fetch a good price. Brother Meng, I'm going first. Brother Yuan's recusal application has expired."

at the same time.

Deep in the Lost Lands.

The giant fly crawling at the trading site had the perspective of the golden maggots in its compound eyes.

"Humanity?"

"Zerg?"

"Ah, what an ancient form of the Overlord. It really makes me nostalgic."

This huge laser-colored fly emits a woman's voice.

"Guanghan's aura has disappeared. How strange! Could it be that some other creature has set its sights on this area?"

"really interesting."

Over the long years, this giant fly queen has seen all kinds of creatures, and many things are boring to her.

The original plan was to wait for the Guanghan King Insect to metamorphose, and then use maggots to force it to become their slave. When it was alive, it was a slave, and after it died, it would be a puppet.

If she hadn't suddenly received the familiar, ancient distress signal, she would probably have to wait for hundreds of years before going to trouble the Guanghan King Insect.

Just at this time.

Dense crowds of humans suddenly appeared.

The Crow Priest and the Ninety-Nine-Year-Old Fugitive felt their hands and feet were a little numb, and it seemed that they could not control their bodies.

"Wow guys, don't come over here, I smell the human scent on you now, it's a bit too fragrant."

"What are you doing? Yingluo Mamane, what are you doing with the rope?"

Wei Yuan froze Ban Tian's body, and then he heard the ninety-nine-year-old fugitive and the crow priest screaming and howling.

Why is it so noisy?

Wei Yuan took another look.

Then I saw He Song and Xiao Tang, one holding tweezers and the other holding a small dagger.

The other players took small stools and surrounded the tied-up 99-year-old fugitive and the Crow Priest.

He Song wore a mask and Xiao Tang put on gloves:

"Don't panic. Based on what we've seen before, the way Boss Xingchen opened the skull on Boss Youtou, as long as the treatment injection is given in time, there won't be any problem."

A cold light flashed from Xiao Tang's dagger.

Before the incision began to bleed, He Song had already picked out a twisted golden maggot with tweezers.

The fat, fleshy bug that was still twisting its body was thrown by He Song onto the metal plate next to it with a snap.

moment.

There were wow sounds all around.

"Tell the carpet cleaner and hoof trimmer to not wait for me tonight. I want to watch the worm picking today!"

Those circles of players not only watch, but also record videos and post them online.

Is the ninety-nine-year-old on the run? It was numb to watch, and the Crow Priest's goosebumps suddenly exploded as Xiao Tang moved his hand.

Then a fat maggot was picked out.

"I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore, wuwuwu, I need help from a psychologist, ah, quick, someone come and save me, hypnosis, I need hypnosis!!!"

The Crow Priest was shouting, and as he was shouting, his jaw got stuck.

Because there were golden maggots crawling on the face.

Xiao Tang's knife flashed quickly, followed by tweezers.

A player who had squeezed his way in from the crowd raised his hand and said, "I'm a psychotherapist. Who needs help?"

This player's ID is called: Just a passing mystic.

He also brought a small stool and sat next to the Crow Priest: "Come, look into my eyes, and now take a deep breath, slowly, slowly, relax your eyes, relax your eyebrows, relax your facial muscles, relax your mouth... relax... relax."

The young man's soft and gentle voice gradually entered the ears of the giant fly king insect.

The king insect also slowly closed her compound eyes.

"Now, imagine that you are in a rose bush, and the pain in your body is like the leaves scratching you."