Ghosts and gods do not enter the door

He's going to run away.

It was his first instinct, but his physiology stifled the urge.

This feeling of wanting to escape from here, from the source of danger, is like a primitive, instinctive reaction, just like what small animals often do when they are confronted with fierce beasts.

Get away from here, get away from this person.

This person is too dangerous, the degree of danger of this person is beyond his tolerance, although this person did not show any hostility, nor did he show any flaws, but his sixth sense told him: hurry up.

Ding Yecheng said it again: "I don't know him."

Ding Mu could only nod stiffly.

However, in the next moment, he understood why he had that feeling just now.

Ding Yecheng stretched out his right hand, grabbed his hair, and pulled it slowly, accompanied by a "rustling" sound - I don't know if it was the sound of hair breaking, or the sound of skin and flesh - His scalp was directly torn.

Pink muscle tissue scrambled out of the scalp, but not a single drop of blood flowed out, like a fake skin sac.

Ding Mu felt as if he was watching a biology class.

The teacher is Ding Yecheng, and the student is himself.

The content of the study is the physiological structure of the scalp.

Hurry up.

go!

go! !

His body was giving him a warning, but his own body seemed to be held in place by someone.

Do not move.

Can't move around.

I could only stand there stiffly and watch the performance.

Red flesh protruding from the scalp.

Eyeballs protrude from the eyes, clinging to reddish tissue.

The eyes on the scalp are like grapes stuck in the eye sockets, after being pulled vigorously, they shatter and flow out along the eye sockets.

Ding Mu never knew that after the eyeball ruptured, the liquid that flowed out was a light yellow watery object, like a popping bead.

He is disgusting.

He wanted to throw up.

But he can't move.

Who gave him the order.

Who gave him the order?

Ding Mu could only watch this scene.

Ding Yecheng tore off his own scalp with his own two hands, like peeling a banana, peeled off his outer skin, revealing the contents inside.

That's another head.

That head looks extremely young, with smooth and clean skin, fair and tender, plump and elastic muscles, and he is very familiar with that face.

If it was his father's face.

It's Ding Shen.

Ding Mu was trembling all over and could hardly breathe. He watched helplessly as the other party peeled his own skin from one head and pulled out the other head.

Just like he used to eat bananas.

It's like peeling a banana.

banana.

Ding Mu felt the scream of his soul, the voice was shrill like a woman's voice, he was afraid while thinking, sure enough, a man's voice will become shrill and thin when it reaches a certain level .

Like a woman's voice,

he thought numbly.

No, I have to escape.

But he couldn't move.

"Do you know him?" Ding Yecheng asked him with a smile.

His eyes were still stained with blood from his last face, and his face was still covered with the light yellow liquid from the previous face, as if it was stained with something to maintain his face.

His face was as smooth as a newborn baby.

"Do you know him?" He didn't hear Ding Mu's answer, so he asked again patiently.

He didn't seem to be worried that Ding Mu would escape at all, he closed his eyes very reassuringly, and just kept them closed, quietly waiting for Ding Mu's answer.

Ding Mu didn't speak, he just moved his lips.

He has seen too many disgusting scenes, and he has also seen a more terrifying way of death than this.

But this is not death.

It wasn't the most disgusting scene he'd ever seen, either.

But the subject of those images was never his father.

Never someone he knew.

"Who are you?" Ding Mu trembled, as if he had finally come to his senses, he asked, "Who are you? My father?"

"So it's your father." Ding Yecheng seemed to know something that made him happy, "Then, I'll let you find him, okay? Just let me eat you."

Ding Mu wanted to say no, but his neck was stiff, so he could only shake his head.

He still couldn't recover from the impact just now.

He couldn't accept bloody scenes featuring his own relatives as the protagonists, and there was an inexplicable malice in his heart: no matter who the protagonist of such a scene was, as long as it wasn't someone he knew.

This was nothing less than a blow to him.

"Who are you?" Ding Mu asked again, and he said, "You haven't answered my question yet, who are you, tell me."

"Me? I'm my father. I'm your father Ding Yecheng." He smiled, as if thinking of something, his smile became more genuine, "No wonder you didn't have any special reaction to this name. It turns out that this name is a pseudonym."

"But what you don't know is that for me, I don't need to know his name to eat him." Ding Yecheng said.

"Are you Hei Heze?" Ding Mu asked.

"Me? Hei Heze?" Ding Yecheng smiled, it was strange to put that smile on Ding Shen's face.

It's like a star with a good face suddenly plays the bad guy one day.

That sense of why is particularly prominent.

"I'm not Hei Heze." Ding Yecheng said, "That's an insult to me, he is a beast, and I am the god here."

Ding Mu understood that this person was Bai Heze.

It is the "god" here.

The so-called "god" is just a man-eating thing.

"Did you eat him?" Ding Mu didn't know if Ding Shen was still alive, but he could probably learn something from this god's face.

Ding Shen, with a high probability, is gone.

That's why he never came out and lived in the mountains.

"I not only ate him." Ding Yecheng said, "I also ate a lot of people."

He said a few names and asked, "Is there anyone you know?"

Ding Mu shook his head and said, "I don't know them."

I only know that one person.

He is Ding Shen.

my father.