Abnormal creatures' communication group

Even if the other party did not call him by name, he knew that the other party was not so ignorant. The other party at least grasped part of the truth, or even something more profound.

"I do not understand what you are saying."

The collector's tone turned cold, but still full of excuses. In the past, he might have knelt down in fear and trepidation, telling the other party about his inconvenience and begging for forgiveness, just like his cowardly nature.

Sometimes he would stand at the highest point and look at the ruined island, the dead people, the wailing and struggling experimental subjects, and his hands stained with blood and sin that could never be washed away. He would wonder, if he had not said an impossible fact that day because of his fear of death, and if the king had not been carried away by his fear of death, would this island remain the same?

The king will grow old, and everyone will grow old. In the end, when they are too old to move, they will miss their past. The sky is blue, seabirds fly by singing, smoke lingers in the air, and the children's laughter will fill the entire island.

He often fantasized about this possibility, a possibility that had already been strangled by him and the other party.

Even if the existence of a panacea is indeed true, so what?

The dead are dead, and those who can't come back can't come back. So why should the other party want eternal life? He deserves to repeat endless death and reincarnation day after day on this island, providing countless cells for him to develop a panacea.

He gained pleasure from this behavior. The king who was once high and mighty was now reduced to an obedient dog under him. He had to develop new weapons and donate his cells obediently for the sake of those weapon blueprints that he could not distribute. What could be more painful and joyful than this?

Don't make it difficult for me.

It was probably this line of words that finally angered the collector, and he roared angrily.

"In trouble?! When you ordered me to conduct live experiments, why didn't I see you in trouble? When the plague spread, you captured the rebels and used them as experimental subjects, why didn't I see you in trouble? When the giant advised you not to continue mining because it would only bring disaster, why didn't I see you in trouble? You ignorant and arrogant fool! You destroyed this country with your own hands, and made me, like you, an executioner..."

After saying all this, the Collector calmly waited for death to come. After all, the time on this island was messed up, and he would come back alive and play the same game with the other party day after day, and would not stop until both of them collapsed from this never-ending torture.

However, the cell people did not take action, and the atmosphere on the scene fell into a weird state. The emergence of the chat group broke this situation in time.

[A long-term personal quest has begun to restore this country to its former glory. Please use the power of time and the help of your chat group friends wisely to transform all monsters back into humans and expel the gods. Everyone's memories will overlap and no longer be refreshed. Good luck.]

At this moment, the cell people understood that the series of tasks that the chat group had asked of them before, such as helping others trim flowers, giving each other teddy bears, telling the guardian of time that they had turned back, and now, were all for this day to come.

Hate the chat group? He couldn't really hate it. At least the other party really wanted to do something for this dilapidated country. Perhaps to use it, but what use could he make of it? He was almost reduced to a puppet of killing and desire. There was no place here for him to be used. So he looked at the collector and let go of the other party's offense to him.

[It can still be recovered. I only tell you this one thing. Everything has not turned out to be the worst.]

[And those pagans, those so-called gods, how did this plague come about?]

[Of course, I also know very well that this plague requires your information.]

236 Warmth can spread, and so can hope.

[Weapon Master] A Great Cell: @Ordinary rich man, can you do me a favor?

[Iron Man] Ordinary Rich Man: Oh wow, you actually have written honorifics now, what the hell happened? I saw that the chat group issued you a personal task, and you have changed so much!

[World Manipulator] Avid Architect: WTF, WTF, WTF, WTF, WTF, ghosts are awesome! Ghosts are awesome! I told you there's no way anyone doesn't like ghosts!

Steve cheered as he grasped a point that was obviously wrong. The cell man looked at the man's words and thought about it for a while, but didn't seem to find any problems, so he nodded casually.

【Iron Man】Ordinary Rich Man: Indeed, no one can dislike ghosts.

[Chess Player] The nameless man nailed in the coffin: Indeed, no one can dislike ghosts.

【Traveler】Have you seen my sister? : Indeed, no one can dislike ghosts.

A long repetition started in the group, and then came to an abrupt end in front of someone.

[Judge] A skeleton with only one bone: I feel like our chat group can be renamed to Ghost’s fans, and there wouldn’t even be any sense of incongruity in calling it a fan club.

[God of the Void] Ghost: The focus has shifted. The focus should be on cells.

[Weapon Master] A Great Cell: Oh, no, what are you doing? Pfft, what am I doing? I must have been infected by you idiots. I thought I was already frivolous enough. I seriously despise you all. 凸(?_?)凸.

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich man: Cough cough cough cough cough, well, well, just pretend nothing happened, nothing happened. The main thing is that I have been a little busy lately, so tell me what’s going on quickly. The results of another experiment I have will be out soon, and I don’t have time to waste here with you.

[Weapon Master] A great cell: Damn, who the hell is wasting time?! I'll just say one thing. I have a plague here and I need you to research an antidote. I have tons of information here that's much more detailed than his, and we already have a rough outline. We've even researched something that seems to be an antidote, but it's too expensive and unrealistic, so I hope you can lower the cost.

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich man: ...I get it. My position in this group is just an emotionless research machine. All the dirty work is thrown on me. Forget it, take it.

[Chess Player] The nameless person nailed in the coffin: Is your body really not going to collapse like this? I remember that your body modification was limited because you didn't want to change your race; you still wanted to be human.

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich man: Yeah, that's what I said, but I can't just stand by and watch him die. The fact that this bastard has lowered himself to tell me something specifically must not be an easy thing. It must concern the lives of countless people. How can I just sit back and do nothing?

[Chess Player] The unknown man nailed in the coffin: I have always admired you for this. In fact, I am a very selfish person. Even if I develop the so-called antidote, it is only for the better of Rhodes Island, not for everyone. Even if I want to distribute the antidote, it is only for Rhodes Island to live better, not to live worse in some way. I have no way to save everyone. I just want to protect those who are worthy of my protection and help others within my ability. If you want to do it, then do it. In fact, you can share the information with me. After all, we in Rhodes Island also have a professional medical team, which is easier than you doing it alone.

Iron Man: Ordinary Rich Man: Come on! I wouldn't necessarily think any better than you in your environment. With your situation so rotten, if you weren't a little more ruthless, Rhodes Island would have ceased to exist long ago. I've long understood that kindness can't save everyone, and making trade-offs within a certain range is normal. I just can't do that myself, but that doesn't mean I deny other people's thoughts and ideas.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: Stop it, stop it, both of you. Stop praising each other's business, okay? Every time I hear you guys chatting here, I feel like you're insulting me. And isn't the purpose of a chat group to help each other and learn from each other's strengths and weaknesses? Can you both stop it? I feel like you're insulting me, and I have proof.

Not only did they smile knowingly at Steve's words on the screen, but Tony Stark, far away in another world, did the same. Warmth spread throughout the chat group, bringing hope to others. Regardless of the chat group's purpose, the positive changes it brought were visible to the naked eye, and that was enough.

The ghost sat on the soft bed and closed the chat group.

The vast void surged and found the last bit of the radiant light as a commemoration of the glowing fragment, but this little fragment was also crushed by the ghost, as if to vent his anger.

The existence of plague seems to have affected every world. It has become the cause of war, the reason for disaster, and the cause of the collapse of the world.

Would it really be better for the Doctor and the Cell People to think about getting rid of the plague?

The ghost firmly believed that as long as the source of this disaster was eliminated, everything would be fine. As for the maggots that were enslaved and used when the Holy Nest was established, he subconsciously ignored them. It was not for any other reason, he simply did not think about it.

But it is undeniable that the establishment of this dynasty brought some benefits to more insects, enlightened their minds and enabled them to have sound thinking, but at the same time they would also bring war and famine.

During the time when the Radiance ruled this area, there was no war, no famine, no friction, and all insects lived together in peace, but they had no mind and no autonomy.

It is meaningless to discuss whose rule is better now, because all the awakened insects will not give up their minds, otherwise the Moth Elder would not have betrayed so resolutely.

The ghost doesn't want to think about those complicated things, nor is he too lazy to think about those complicated things. He will just easily crush all the enemies that block his way, and then taste the delicious pastries and spend every day in ease and joy.

"ghost."

Bumblebee's visit undoubtedly broke the peace. The ghost was so scared that he trembled all over and immediately stuffed his dessert into the void, then looked at the other party with an innocent face.

To be honest, the mask still stained with cream and the innocent look on his face made even Chunchun feel soft-hearted, but Bumblebee didn't feel that way. She just felt tired.

"Let's go, there are more things to deal with. You three should stop being hands-off and leave me alone to handle it!"

237 Miss Butterfly's Sweet Voice

The ghost stood on tiptoe, raised his head and tried to make the pupils on the mask as round as possible, then tugged at Bumblebee's dress and stared at him.

Bumblebee just lowered his head and looked back and forth at the people. The stalemate lasted for a while, and perhaps he was really helpless, so he was defeated.

"Ghost, I don't want to embarrass you. I shouldn't be the spiritual pillar of this place. I will leave here sooner or later."

But at the beginning, the Hornets were able to patiently deal with this huge mess, but as time went on, they inevitably became a little impatient.

Her warrior instinct made her unwilling to be confined to this small world, even though everyone respected her so much. In a sense, she was the one and only king of this land.

But she didn't need it. She regarded these things that many people dreamed of as constraints, troubles and burdens, so she desperately hoped that the ghost could help her so that she could get out of this quagmire.

But now, looking at the ghost's appearance, she felt that this was not right. Her freedom could not be built on restraining others.

Bumblebee sighed softly, reached out and grabbed the ghost's cloak, and lifted him aside.

"I won't embarrass you or try to persuade you any further, but, Ghost, some guys owe you a favor, and you owe favors to some other guys, so you have to go somewhere."

After saying this, Bumblebee didn't stay long and left with heavy steps.

He simply looked at God, then at the departing Bumblebee. He wanted to say something, but he felt that from his own standpoint he had no right to speak, so he remained silent.

As for Green, he only tried to understand his father's feelings, let alone persuade him.

So after the ghost fell into a long silence, they also fell silent.

"Father, you don't need to care about that."

But Green was not a fool. He naturally saw the other party's distress and would naturally try to persuade him. He subconsciously said something that his father would most likely not obey, because he sincerely hoped that his father would not be distressed by anything, nor would he be tripped up by anything.

"You don't need to care about anything, and you don't need to be embarrassed about anything. Also, father, no matter what you do, I will always be your best weapon. Please don't cherish a weapon too much, it will only rust."

Perhaps only Green could say such a bold statement that clearly stated his stance. Due to his good education, he has never been able to utter such words. He would only do things silently, regardless of whether he was seen or understood.

Green's words woke up the ghost and realized that it was not alone, so it nodded solemnly to Green. Green grinned and was ready to listen to the next words. Then, with a confused look on his face, he was caught by the Knight and asked to help Bumblebee.

Although he felt a little amused and helpless about this matter, Green looked at his father and nodded heavily. Although he did feel a little overwhelmed and even a little resistant about this matter, as they said, he would perfectly carry out all the instructions given by his father.

Before leaving, he glared at Chunchun. Although he knew it was meaningless, he couldn't help it.

After they came back, a new group of bugs were resurrected. They crawled out of their original graves or burial places, and after a moment of confusion, they received the memories gently infused into them by the chat group, and then calmly or celebratoryally accepted their resurrection.

After all, those who don't want to live will not be included in the list. The chat group has always paid attention to such wonderful details and aspects.

It looked at the few points it had left and spent 500 to upgrade the Sharp Shadow. The black void swayed for a moment, and an indescribable scream came out. Fortunately, the sound was short enough not to cause much impact.

The void was unexpectedly violent and agitated, perhaps because the sharp shadow was connected to it. It could clearly feel that its control over the void had become easier, and the power that the void itself could unleash was becoming more and more dangerous.

The ghost sat there, stunned for a while.

Suddenly, it heard a melodious and penetrating singing voice. It had heard and seen the owner of this singing voice before, but at that time the other party was just a soul, and the singing was only sporadic, repetitive singing.

So it followed the singing and saw the bug holding the shield who insisted on not taking the Deer Foot Station and walked all the way from the Crossroads to the King's Border.

At this moment, the other party was wearing white armor, trying hard to maintain basic order in the surging crowd. It also saw Victor, the same soul who was holding on in the cemetery. At that time, it just circled around the soul twice, and the other party almost drew his weapon.

It maintained respect for the other, even though the ghost had been chased by it and was in a state of panic. After all, it was very fast, hitting and running, almost giving it no time to figure out its true identity, but the other was willing to stand guard at the grave of every dead person, even if it was already dead itself.

This kind of perseverance is admirable to ghosts.

He was also wearing white armor at this moment. With his half-drawn weapon, he forcibly lowered the air pressure around him. The surrounding insects looked at him tremblingly, and suddenly lined up in an orderly manner.

The fellow holding the round shield also glanced at the other party, with envy and dejection in his eyes. That death had made him realize his own strength, which was only slightly stronger than that of an ordinary warrior. In the fighting challenge in the arena, he had not even seen the final challenge role before he died permanently. He died in frustration and no one remembered him.

If it weren't for the fact that the kingdom needed dead people, which led to the miracle, his body might still be lying cold in an unknown corner.

A wide stage had been built in the middle of Dirtmouth at some point. The beautiful Miss Butterfly flapped her wings and walked slowly towards the stage on her slender feet.

The crowd below cheered loudly.

And the other party did not disappoint everyone's expectations. His gentle voice penetrated every insect and was deeply imprinted in each insect's heart. Almost all the insects sat down at the same time, looked up at that side, even the cheers had subsided, and they just listened to the song patiently.

More and more people joined here, and the crowd became larger and larger.

When the ghost listened to the human song, it felt warm all over, which was even more comfortable than the effect of hot spring water. It just closed its eyes and immersed itself in the tenderness brought by the purest singing.

238 Little Red Riding Hood joins the chat group

The night was a little dark, but the full moon was hanging there brightly. The thin clouds like cotton wool could not cover up the complete roundness of the moon, so the sky was not too dark. The road in front of us was rugged and winding, and it was easy to give up when looking at it.

The girl in the red hood took a deep breath. Even though her steps were a little crooked, the determination in her eyes could not be easily erased or ignored.

The moonlight shone on her body, giving her red cloak a bright silver texture.

She walked into this dark and strange forest without any way to retreat, allowing her back to be slowly surrounded by overlapping branches.

She wanted to find her grandmother, her only remaining relative. Even if the villagers advised her to give up the idea or even tried to stop her, it could not change her determination, otherwise she would not have come here.

This forest was a little strange, and the village had concealed some of the truth and facts. No matter how much she asked, she could not reveal a single word. However, the clues she got from those fragmented and sporadic words were enough for her to understand that she seemed to be involved in some conspiracy.

But what good would it do to know? Unless she could give up her missing grandmother, she was doomed to be drawn into this vortex, completely muddying the already murky waters.

When she first left the village, her martial arts were still a little rusty, and simple slashing was all she could do. Now, it was as if some instinct that had been dormant in her body was gradually awakening, and she had become stronger than she had imagined.

But this is still not enough, and even lacks some strength. The people in the dark forest will not be as soft-hearted and lenient as the people in the village. They are all monsters that are not in human form.

Little Red Riding Hood warned herself in this way, secretly encouraging herself and cheering herself up. She raised her hand and patted her cheeks to stop herself from having wild thoughts again. However, when she thought of those monsters and the words they said, she inevitably began to waver.

A long, violent roar interrupted his thoughts, and a giant wolf appeared naked in front of him. She thought of the legend in the dark forest and her relatives who had disappeared until now. Anger suddenly clouded her mind, and she rushed forward with a sword in hand without hesitation.

She swore that if the other party really ate her grandmother, she would make him pay the price.

It was a long battle, but the opponent's attitude did not seem to want to fight with her. He even seemed a little afraid and evasive. However, Little Red Riding Hood, who had fought her way out of the dark forest with countless blood on her body, had long lost the caution and worry she had when she first took the first step on her journey.

The violent murderous intent instantly filled her. She didn't need to think or doubt too much, she just needed to follow her body's instincts.

When the werewolf's strong claws grabbed her, she endured the severe pain, raised her sword and pierced the werewolf's chest. The blood soaked her whole body, dyeing her already bright red robe an even more dangerous color.

But Little Red Riding Hood's expression quickly changed. After she saw clearly the person who fell into her arms, her expression changed from anger, pain and sadness to disbelief.

The reality was beyond her expectations, for the man lying in her arms was clearly the carpenter, his only childhood playmate. The enormous werewolf had shrunk into a tiny boy, and all the doubts from the previous battle were finally cleared up. Why had he said he didn't want to fight her? Why had he repeatedly stated he had never met her grandmother? Why had he held back at the crucial moment? Otherwise, this battle would have been worth fighting.

However, she was completely overwhelmed by anger at the time, and coupled with what she saw and heard in the village, she was unwilling to even spare a little time to think. She thought that the other party was just trying to seduce her, which led to the current situation.

Fear prompted her to want to let go, let go of the blood-stained person in her hand, then turn around and run, the farther the better, as if this could escape the existing reality.

But Little Red Riding Hood didn't. She hugged the little carpenter tightly in her arms, even tighter. She rubbed the blood all over her face and tears poured down it, but she didn't care.