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Moreover, she also saw that the other party was essentially a very simple and kind person, otherwise he would not dare to be so unscrupulous.

But unfortunately, the ghost spread its dark transparent elytra, and as light as a breeze, it floated over her head and landed on the bar not far away.

It pinched the edge of the plate, raised its knife, and cut the plate and cake together. Then it sat contentedly on the edge of the bar, slowly savoring the sweet delicacy, leaving only Natasha's kneeling figure not far away as if petrified.

"What are you doing?"

The captain, who had just returned from a run, was wiping the sweat from his forehead with a towel when he saw this bizarre scene.

The poor honest man following behind him, Coulson, closed the elevator door decisively with an expressionless face after seeing this weird scene. It was reopened after a few seconds and then closed again.

After repeating this operation several times, he accepted the painful fact and walked in with a numb face.

The captain looked so confused.

"Look, I'm myself again now!" A famous doctor who turns green when angry rushed out from some unknown room in high spirits, and then ran into this extremely strange scene.

This made his excited words come to a halt.

"Uh, Coulson, are you okay?"

He looked at the other person who was still in a daze, as if distracted, and reminded him uncertainly.

"If it really doesn't work, let's stop this investigation and research. You can go back first, or take a good rest."

"No, no need."

"Are you sure you don't need it?"

Banner looked like he was looking at a dying person who sat up in shock, and the worry in his tone was almost overflowing. After all, Coulson had been busy running around and doing a lot of things for them during this period of time.

"It's okay, it's okay. I was just a little too shocked. But I think, Doctor, I found the reason why you changed back."

When Coulson entered the room, he observed the culprit who caused all this. He was indeed very cute, but every time he thought of his own tragic experience when the other party came, he just wanted to close his eyes in sorrow and wished he had not come here.

In fact, they have also studied ghosts. Hulk is absolutely afraid of the existence of ghosts and dares not show up. This has raised the vigilance of the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. against ghosts to a higher level.

However, Nick Fury also knew that their vigilance was useless. After all, the fact that a big guy who they were almost helpless against without using large weapons and only knew how to destroy and act on instinct could be frightened into such a state only meant that the other party was a more terrifying monster.

What's more, the other party is Tony Stark's friend, and after the purge, Tony Stark has almost undermined the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. If it weren't for the face of certain people, even the few remaining agents would probably be abandoned by the other party and completely transformed into artificial intelligence.

Nick Fury guessed that even he himself, whether he could still sit in the position of director had become an unknown.

At this moment, the captain had already put the towels neatly on the shelf and walked towards the ghost while greeting him. He also noticed the other party's presence.

The ghost cut off 1/8 of the plate and 1/8 of the cake and handed them to the other party. Captain America also said thank you politely, and pinched the intact edge of the plate without any disgust. He leaned against the bar and looked at the slightly messy scene in the wind without saying a word.

But he couldn't let go of the smile on his lips. After all, it was not an easy scene to see Natasha being humiliated.

When the ghost left for the last time, Tony Stark was still sleeping. As for its other cheap apprentice, Peter Parker, it didn't need to worry about him. As long as the other party completed all the pre-challenges, he would naturally come out. After all, it had buried the fragments of dreams here last time. The dream fragments slowly took root here and finally completely grew into a complete world. It only needed to use them a little bit, and there was no need to worry that the dream would collapse after he left.

226 Cell Man's Past

The dim cell was filled with the smell of decaying living people. The blood on the beheading platform had long since dried up and turned into powder. The corpse of the giant skeleton had been missing for many days, and he also found a strange key on the broken wall.

As his exploration deepened, he gradually went to places he had never been to before. No, it cannot be said that he had never been there before, because he was strangely familiar with those scenes.

Corpses piled up randomly, the never-ending incinerator, mountains of ashes, and roaring, mindless wandering monsters.

He remembered some things, some scattered things, and he watched everything that had happened in this country from a high-ranking perspective, like a bystander.

He saw a young man being treated like a toy and played around by some high-ranking guys.

He watched the young man fall to the ground in a mess, lying on the muddy path, his body covered with dirt and grass. The young man raised his head, and the hatred that flashed in his scarlet pupils made even the cell man tremble.

He watched this fatherless and motherless boy, along with his people, living a life like pigs in this country under the brutal rule of foreigners.

Whipping, scolding, and endless labor.

Seeing this made him furious. He wanted to pick up this idiot and teach him a lesson, asking him why he only dared to accept it and not resist. Hatred is something that is meaningless if it cannot be burned, no matter how hot it is.

In the end, the boy, who looked only in his teens, became so weak from an epidemic that he lost his ability to work and all his usefulness.

The surviving boy was thrown into the pile of corpses by the soldiers commanded by the dignitaries. The cell people who were clearly watching from the sky could only feel the disgusting stench, the rust of blood, and the decay of death itself, all wandering in their bodies.

For some reason, this scene is particularly profound, almost so profound that it is engraved into the bone marrow.

When the disease was at its worst, he lay in a pile of corpses, trying his best to keep his eyes open. The blood from the fresh corpses flowed into his eyes, but the unbearable abnormality did not make him close his eyes. His wounds began to rot and maggots grew. It seemed as if all the blood in his body had been drained, and not a drop of blood flowed out.

Hunger nearly took half his life. He watched the maggots crawl past his eyes, opened his mouth wide, and waited for the maggots to crawl into his mouth. At that time, he was so weak that he could hardly close his mouth, and almost opened his eyes to watch the only food crawl out.

But he wanted to live, and he would live at all costs.

So he finally did it

He just kept chewing the maggots, and then the rain fell from the sky, and he finally got through the most dangerous period. He moved his hands reluctantly, and then a fresh corpse fell on him. He smelled the blood on the corpse and bit it without hesitation. It was difficult for him to bite, and it was even more difficult to chew, but he still survived.

He lived tenaciously, as tenaciously as a dog, with the stench of death on his body and blood all over his body, as if he had just crawled out of hell.

Oppression causes people's dissatisfaction to accumulate to an extreme, especially when people see no hope of survival, they will ignite the flame called revolution, use their lives as fuel, and make it burn fiercely.

The young man was among them. He turned into a real evil ghost, seeking revenge on those damned guys. He used sticks, sickles, axes, even hoes, and even the shortest iron rods as weapons. He used wooden doors as shields and charged forward facing the smell of blood.

Then he lay among the pile of corpses covered in wounds and bleeding, breathing weakly.

Crystal clear tears could not help but flow out of his eyes, blurring the blood on his face. The boy tried hard to keep his eyes open. He wanted to turn his head to look at the corpse, but then he remembered that the corpse he wanted to see was right under him, so he continued to lie there silently until he was alarmed by new rebels.

The body lying beneath him was his only non-blood relative.

He had eaten half of the other person's rations, been protected by the other person, and the other person had helped him carry the work that instinctively belonged to him when he fell. The person who had always smiled foolishly, smiled at him, and asked for nothing else as long as he could survive, died here just like that.

By the way, the other party seemed to have revolted for him.

At this time, the cell people discovered that the boy had never shed a tear before. He had never shed a tear when he was working, when he was beaten, when he was hungry, and when he was about to die. But now he was crying.

This is the last time, the cell man thought inexplicably.

When he was awakened from his memory, he almost couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, but this body was a corpse that had been dead for a long time, so how could there be any excess water?

He slowly moved his body, supported one leg, and leaned calmly against the cold wall.

He recalled those things, and his flaming head was beating happily, sometimes high, sometimes low. His emotions fluctuated violently, but he always felt that something was missing.

He thought about it for a long time and understood what the gap was.

He watched the boy's life as a bystander, even though that boy was very likely his former self.

No matter how strong the empathy of a bystander is, he is still just a bystander, so the other person's fear and pain are reflected back to him through a thick film.

He seemed to have been separated from his past, and now he was just a cell man.

But he still desperately wanted to know about his past, the past when he was alive.

Instead of living in a hopeless hell with a corpse that has been discarded and patched up at random.

He hesitated for a moment, then called up the chat group and sat there for a long time without moving.

Perhaps it was time to make up his mind. Even though his past memories might be extremely bad, he inevitably felt a desire.

[A great cell used the weekly emergency privilege: Ha, I actually fell to the point where I wanted to recover those meaningless memories. You can accept it or not. Anyway, I was just hanging around for fun.

Mission Reward: 1000

Do you want to accept it?】

Because he sneaked out, the little knight, who was held in the arms of Green and Chunchun in turn, immediately opened his eyes that had been closed. Now the mask has long been integrated with the void itself. The only pity is that it still does not have an organ called a mouth.

This immediately woke up Green who was holding it.

Tsk, a little less time than pure.

Although he was unhappy, Green still put him down according to the Knight's instructions. The purple flames enveloped the three of them, and they disappeared in the blink of an eye.

227 Silent and Detailed Communication

When the ghost came over, the surroundings were too empty except for some hanged corpses. The air was filled with the smell of rotting corpses and a strange odor brewed by old blood.

The ghost narrowed its eyes subconsciously and took two steps back. It definitely didn't like the taste.

Green couldn't help frowning. He snapped his fingers and ignited a boiling flame. However, he finally suppressed his desire to burn the place to ashes with flames, and also endured the suffocating stench.

And Chunchun stood straight as always, as if he was not affected at all.

At this moment, the cell man was squatting facing the hanged corpses, with the statue of the king standing next to him. There was no memory of those people, and perhaps their time was a little later, but it did not prevent the cruel scene before him from being more cruel than what he saw in his memory.

They died here, not on the battlefield, nor under oppression, but in the glorious hope.

The cell man almost couldn't help laughing sarcastically, especially after experiencing all the cruelty and struggle to survive.

He had also heard about the history of this island. A so-called wise king led his people to overthrow the oppression of outsiders, and then turned this place into hell with his own hands.

How can he see with a hat like that?

The cell man pulled out the nutcracker behind him, and with just one hammer, the statue shattered to the ground.

[What are you doing]

The little knight came over curiously to join in the fun, looked at the shattered statue on the ground, then glanced at the corpse. It just stood in the middle of the broken pieces of the statue and the hanging corpse, calmly holding up a sign.

Cell ignored it at first. He kicked the head of the sculpture away and stood there looking at it. Until the fragment flew farther and farther and rolled completely to the bottom, he turned around and casually raised a sign.

[I'm venting my frustration by hacking at a jerk who I'm unlikely to kill.]

Then he quickly put his hand down, not caring whether the other person saw it or not.

He sat down on the corpse of the monster he had killed before, feeling a little regretful. He regretted why he had stabbed the king to death so easily. It was such an easy opportunity for that guy.

Moreover, such a bastard actually deserves to have loyal subordinates. Why is he not satisfied?

Thinking of this, he stood up and kicked the broken pieces of the statue twice, as if venting his anger for no reason.

He had already joined the army at that time, and would probably become a soldier in the future, the kind that charges forward. When he thought that he might have to obey that guy's orders in the future, charge forward for that guy and risk his life to open up fertile land for that guy, he felt disgusted from the bottom of his heart.

He felt bad for all the guys who worked for him.

[You look annoyed and a little confused]

The little knight looked at the other party venting unscrupulously and still gave him a calm gaze.

[Ha, I just didn’t expect that a jerk like me would have a day when I would feel guilty.]

[I thought I had already chopped that thing up and mixed it with blood to eat, but in the long cycle of life and death, not a single bit was left.]

[In the end, I realized that I was just a nobody. In front of that guy, I was not even a bastard. At least I wouldn't hang the child. At least I could see the road ahead clearly.]

The words on the sign changed very quickly, but the ghost saw them all clearly. The two people communicated in an eerie silence.

What are you worried about?

The little knight always speaks without restraint and doesn't like to think about the consequences. He will say what he sees and what he perceives.

In fact, the main reason is that it doesn't like to learn the complicated ways of the world. For example, now, it feels the confusion and worry of the other party.

[Ha, what can I worry about? How could I possibly worry about anything? Anyway, assholes like that are dead, this island is dead, and this country is dead.]

[That dead man can't just open his coffin and come back to life. Besides, even if he wanted to come back to life, he'd need a body first, and now there's nothing left.]

Where the cell man stood, the black flames shot higher and higher, as if fluctuating violently, but finally subsided.

[Come on, aren't you here to help me regain my memory? Stop with all that nonsense.]

The little knight still sensed what he was hiding and what he was afraid of, but since the other party didn't say anything, he was too lazy to ask any more questions.

Green was already feeling impatient because of the suffocating smell here, and the other party's terrible attitude suddenly hit him. The staff on his back fell into his hand. His movements were so fast that a cell man who had just put away the sign did not react at all.

It watched the upcoming battle purely calmly. It noticed Green when he was accumulating strength, but it pretended not to see it and didn't even bother to look at it.

The scorching flame was about to touch the cell as if to devour it completely. The cell turned around and subconsciously wanted to roll over to avoid it, but it seemed too late.

But waiting for death is not something a cell man would do, even though he has died so many times. This one time won't make a difference.

He raised his hands to protect his head, tightened his legs and rolled away, but the expected burning sensation did not come. He raised his head and stared at them with his only eye.

The thick black curtain blocked an attack that could be considered fatal. If he was really hit by such a strong blow, even if his body did not immediately collapse and he turned into a grass ball and crawled back to find a new body, there was a high probability that at least half of his body would be burnt. The blood bottle in his hand was empty, and there was nothing that could continue to repair his body.

It was naturally the little knight who made the move. Green wanted to say something, but he looked at his father, bowed respectfully, and expressed his apology.

"Father, I'm sorry. I'm willing to accept any punishment."

He lowered his head and expressed his deep apology to the ghost. As for the unlucky guy, he didn't deserve his apology. The fact that he survived this attack was a blessing for the guy and a mercy from his father.

As for punishment, he knew that his father would not punish him.