Popota was still chattering to himself, completely immersed in his own world, without even noticing that cracks began to appear on his skin under the blazing sun. At the same time, a large amount of foul-smelling liquid mixed with sticky green pus and sweat kept dripping, and then evaporated by the scorching sand, and the air was filled with a rotten smell.
Five minutes later, Popota finally stopped talking. Because he saw the cracked skin all over his body, as well as the evaporated flesh.
"I haven't found out, have my sense of smell and pain disappeared? Is it about to collapse?"
There were extremely complex emotions flashing in Popota's eyes, both dazed and fearful.
Even though he had thought about the scene of his death countless times and was ready to die, when it came to this moment, he still felt timid and fearful.
For some, death is not the end, but a symbol of another freedom from bondage. But for Popota, death means that the soul will be imprisoned by the devil forever. When he thinks that he will sink forever, how can Popota not be afraid
Popota even thought about annihilating his soul completely, but he didn't have the courage, and he was shackled by the devil's contract, and he was unable to do it.
Now, he can only watch the flesh and blood on his body evaporate, and finally go to annihilation.
Death was inevitable, and after a long period of timidity, Popota's mood finally resigned. There was regret and guilt in his eyes, and in the end they all turned into helplessness and relief.
When he felt that his body was getting weaker and weaker, and he was no longer able to watch the revolving flashes of memories, Popota finally came out of the rainforest named 'self'.
Popota looked at Angel and said softly, "Sir, the time is almost up."
Angel nodded, in response to Popota's words.
"My life has been very embarrassing. Most of the time, I have been looking for and lost." Popota: "In the beginning, my sister and I depended on each other, because we couldn't see the goal, and we were very confused; later, I In the inheritance of my ancestors, I found my goal to revive the glory of the Baiyuan family. At that time, I really thought that I had found the direction of my life. But I didn't expect that after finding the so-called goal, I lost my life. My dearest sister."
"Later, I started looking for my sister, looking for the future, and looking for the way that the prophecy could bring me strength. Similarly, I also lost my self, my soul, and my original intention."
"After so much, I only now realize that the most peaceful moment in my life was actually during the period when I had no goals... Also, when I was in the adult bracelet these few months." Popota Showing self-mockery: "The former is not to be bothered by the goal, and the latter is self-exiled knowing that the goal cannot be achieved."
"It now seems that all my life pursuits are dreams, and what I enjoy more is to be a carefree person."
"But, there is no chance."
When Popota said this, he seemed to confess to his past self in his heart, and fell into a long silence. After a long while, he continued: "Sir, thank you for your care during this time."
Angel just stared straight at Popota quietly, waiting for his words.
"This morning, I was fortunate enough to hatch another deformed soft worm, and I have isolated him in the worm's nest. Also, I recorded the experience of cultivating soft worms that I have studied with my sister these days. The booklet is placed on the table, and adults can check it at any time."
Popota continued to ramble: "Although the shape-shifting worms do not need to be cultivated by Jin Gui, if they are not taken care of for a long time, they may die. Therefore, if the adults still intend to continue to cultivate the shape-shifting worms, after I die, try to do as much as possible. Find someone earlier to take my place."
"Moreover, if the female worm is not continuously stimulated, it is estimated that it will also lose the ability to give birth to amoeba. But if the stimulation is too frequent, it will also consume her lifespan, too much... "
Popota has said a lot about the amoeba, presumably trying to ignore the physical collapse.
Angel looked at Popota, whose body was almost festering, and nodded lightly: "I understand."
After a pause, Angel looked at Popota: "Do you have anything else to say?"
Popota paused for a while before saying: "Although my sister has always told me not to trouble the adults because of her. But in the end, I still can't let go of her. I have no way to look at her, if the adults can Help her, and I'll be content."
Angel: "Huahua has also helped me. I will try my best to help her in terms of benefit exchange or emotion."
"Thank you." Popota wanted to smile to express his gratitude, but just as he smiled, a piece of skin wrapped in flesh and blood fell from the corner of his mouth.
Angel: "Besides that, what else do you want to say?"
Popota thought for a while, "Besides my sister, what I care about most is Dodolo..."
When referring to Dodolo, Popota seemed to think of something and suddenly paused. After a long while, he shook his head: "I originally wanted to... But forget it, Duoduo has his own ideas. My dream also has the burden of the Baiyuan family, so maybe it shouldn't be imposed on him."
"I only hope now that Duoduo can be alive. After all, he is the last member of the Baiyuan family. Even if he can't become the hope of the eternal night, he shouldn't become the despair at the end of the end."
When Popota said this, he looked at Angel: "However, I shouldn't need to worry about it. And I believe that the lord will choose the best way for Dodolo. After all, the lord is the deepest and most profound in Dodolo's heart. The most indelible faith."
When the voice fell, Popota's whole body skin had completely collapsed. It looks like a skinned ghoul in a laboratory, terrifying and terrifying.
Angel was silent for a moment: "The time is almost up."
Popota lowered his head, looked at his "unobstructed" internal organs and skeleton, and laughed at himself: "I look ugly now, fortunately my sister didn't see this scene."
After speaking, Popota looked at Angel and said softly in a voice that could only be heard by himself, "Thank you sir... Farewell."
After Popota finished speaking, he closed his eyes.
He could see himself, one step away from his final death.
Because, there are also cracks in the thinking space that does not exist in the present world. At the same time, a thick black mist floated out from the crack.
When the black fog dissipated, a circle of light appeared in the middle of the black fog.
Like a total solar eclipse.
This is Profound Imprint, the true name of the Master of Profoundness, the peerless great demon god.
The last time it appeared, it was when Popota used up all of her potential and fought hard through the deep imprint; but this time it appeared, it means...
It's time for him to pay the price for the Demon God Contract.