"I'm so hungry, I want to eat him, eat them all. Let them be my belly, let them be my nourishment."
The man looked at the sky, at the scarlet eyes hidden in the shadows.
"You're looking at me too, aren't you? Stop hiding, I've seen you. You're all around me, you're looking at my body and you want to eat me. You want to eat me too. But why don't you do it according to your own instinct? What are you afraid of? Come out, come out! Come out for me!"
The voice got louder and louder, and the whole street was filled with the man's roar, he was not afraid of anything, he didn't seem to be afraid of this emotion at all.
Red streets, blood, tick tock on the ground.
In alleys piled with carrion and moss, in sewers with red eyes, and in shadows in corners where no light can shine.
Strange-shaped, terrifying-looking things came out of them.
They can no longer be simply described as horror or horror. It's not bloody, nor is it the aura that you can have by simply killing a lot of people, or slaughtering a lot of things.
They are not human, they cannot be human, they should live right behind the door.
They are the beings on the other side of the door, monsters that live in nightmares, eat away negative energy, and feed on the negative emotions of living people.
They have no fixed shape. different from people. body limbs. All twisted into incredible angles. If you have to describe it, it is like the scene of a car accident, being crushed under the car and dragging out the body dozens of meters away.
They can't be called people, or so. They just took on the shape of humans by eating away the negative emotions left by too many living people. Have the same thinking as human beings, and fall in love with the delicious food of people.
"Waiting for me. Did you plan this. Put me on the table tonight. Make me your main course. I saw your forks and knives ready. I saw your greedy eyes. I saw you swallowing saliva, and saw your Adam's apple shaking with excitement."
The man yelled like crazy, didn't dodge, just stood there and waited for something to surround him.
"Do you think I'd be afraid?" The man gently hugged his lover's head, his expression fascinated.
"I love the feeling, I'm obsessed with death, I'm worshipping madness, I'm hysterical, crying, roaring. I can shout out all the things I didn't dare to say when I was born. Here, I can do whatever I like. Never again. No need to hide, no need to hide. I can use the body of a living person as a toy, I can open my head and look at my soul. Then I can give my present self as a gift to my present self.”
"Many people think I'm crazy, but what does it have to do with them whether I'm crazy or not?"
"I used to be a doctor, but what's the use of a doctor who can't even cure himself?"
The head he was holding in his hands was slowly lowered. The man's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes. He looked at the monster that was getting closer and closer. Scary smile.
"I should be a gourmet now. My biggest hobby is eating, tasting everything I see, and stuffing all the delicious food into my stomach."
Scalp-numbing laughter came from the man's mouth.
He was surrounded by all the monsters, but he didn't panic at all. It seems that it is not him that is surrounded, but the monsters.
"It's my favorite meal time again. Well, with the way I am now, is it more appropriate to eat or to eat? Forget it, it's the same. They all end up becoming part of my body."
The man's tone is morbid and crazy, but he is qualified to say this because his strength has also reached a scary point.
While he was talking to himself, the blood-red doctor's uniform on his body kept oozing blood.
Thick chains made of countless bloodshots stretched out from behind him, turning him into a monster with countless giant tails.
The blood condensed, and his appearance at this time was 30 to 40% similar to the giant ghost he engraved on the door of Chen Ge's haunted house.
"Everything in the world is interdependent, but people are a little strange. I have never been able to guess what is opposed to people. I once thought that the opposite of people was ghosts, but I didn't find out until I became a ghost. It turned out that people were opposed to people. Not a ghost, but a god! The god who rules everything!"
Thick chains swept across the block.
The bloodshot is dense, and after touching the ghost, it continues to split and explode. It's like snakes with their own minds, burrowing into their bodies, rooted in their hearts, and madly absorbing nutrients from their bodies.
Screams and wailing rang out in all directions of the street. The bodies of those monsters withered down at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Hearing the mourning in his ears, the man laughed out loud. He smiled, the corners of his mouth cracked to the base of his ears. He smiled and laughed, and even shed tears!
But he didn't seem to notice at all, and laughed wildly, as if all the pain, all the irreversible things could be vented from this smile.
"It's not enough, it's not enough! I'm not full! I'm so hungry, I want to eat them all, I want to eat everyone who wants to eat me!"
Hysterical laughter came from his cracked mouth again.
Blood flowed down the wound, and no one knew what had happened to him here. No one knows why he became what he is now. But one thing is certain, he is still alive, in a way that is more incomprehensible and full of destruction.
Blood stained his teeth, and he dragged countless monsters behind him.
The bodies of those monsters that the chains passed through.
He dragged the monsters and ran towards the end of the road.
On the corner of the street, there is a charred building.
The building was a dozen stories high, and looking in through the broken windows, there was a room in that building with a door that wasn't blood red.
Half is blood red and half is normal brown. You know, in this blood-red city, other than the black that represents destruction, the bloody red that symbolizes, and the gray of despair, few other colors can be seen.
"Just behind that door, I smelled a familiar smell, so delicious! I really want to eat him! A little bit of crunching his head, chewing his bones, and tasting the real food!"
The man dragged countless ghost figures and stopped beside the scorched building.
He looked up, and on the top floor of the building, stood a man wrapped in red clothes.
The man was condescending, also looking at the man in the doctor's uniform.