MTL - Salted Fish Zombie-Chapter 70 flower slave

Huafeng, who fell under the bed, struggled to get up, and as soon as his upper body lay on the bed, the blood stained the sheet red.

Two rotten fingers protruded from his fingers, and he was so painful that his consciousness gradually became blurred and he struggled to breathe.

He bit his lip and turned his head stiffly.

There are fingers growing in the blood vessels in the neck, stiffly supporting his neck, which makes the turning of his head a little deformed, and it is more of the eyeballs turning to look back.

He saw a blood-colored flower blooming intensely in the dark hall.

The blood flowers that were born in the darkness broke through the darkness and melted into the darkness, one after another, blooming on the young man's fingertips, wrists, forehead, and corners of the eyes, slowly covering him.

The boy lay quietly, as if not breathing.

This scene was so weird and beautiful that Huafeng forgot the pain for a moment.

Ning Changfeng didn't know how to deal with Ning Su, these strange flowers were afraid of hurting him even if they touched them.

He was very irritable and helpless for himself.

Seeing Huafeng lying on the bed with difficulty, in order to let himself have something to do and relieve his anxiety, he wanted to help Huafeng move to the bed.

The entire hall was filled with cries of pain, screams, moans, tears and impacts.

Terrifying and disgusting flower vines grew out of the human body, swaying like tentacles in the sky.

Under the dim candlelight and the poor moonlight, various sticky liquids on it slowly slid down, and there was a strong fishy and rotten smell in the air.

The weirdest one among them was a teenager lying quietly on the bed with blood all over his body.

The other was lying on the bed with difficulty, and another layer of fingers grew under the fingers. The purple-gray fingers poked out from the skin, with bright red and sticky blood, which was shocking.

"Are you okay?" Ning Changfeng asked.

Huafeng showed him a pale smile.

"This is...what is it...you...don't know...at Ye Nan's house...my brother's hand... pierced my chest..."

Ning Changfeng was taken aback.

Huafeng used to be very self-contained and looked very weak, but he never thought that at this time, he could answer his questions with a smile.

"I'm fine...Ning Su will be fine, too," he turned his stiff neck slightly, looking at the other people in the hall, "They're all...all fine...suffering...hard..."

He could no longer speak a complete sentence.

But Ning Changfeng knew what he wanted to say.

Each of the flower attendants here is a person who has experienced hardships and twists and turns. Suffering makes them strong inside, which is also one of the conditions for the selection of flower attendants.

This also includes Ning Su.

Ning Changfeng's expression turned even uglier.

"They have experienced suffering and are determined and self-reliant, so they deserve to be tortured like this?" He was full of anger, "What is the reason for this!"

In the beautiful and peaceful Furen County, there are laughter, songs and dances every day during the festival of welcoming the gods.

They pray every day in front of the Flower God Temple, and regard the flower attendants as noble and sacred existences.

And these flower attendants who were bought and sold were tortured every night in the flower **** temple where they worshiped.

Sometimes they couldn't even scream because their throats were split by the holy flowers.

Nothing could be more ridiculous.

The screams continued until two or three o'clock in the night, and then gradually became lighter.

The deepest part of the night passed, and Shenghua gradually became quieter.

The flower vines that grew out of the body shrank back into the body, leaving only a sticky and cold liquid, and moans from all over the hall.

The flowers on Ning Su's body also disappeared.

Ning Changfeng checked his body nervously. After finding no wounds, he sat down on the chair as if collapsed, and raised his hand to wipe it, only to find that his forehead was covered with sweat.

Ning Changfeng smiled wryly.

He has wandered around for more than twenty years, and never thought that he would be so embarrassed one day.

The next morning, the men in white carried away two more corpses.

Hua Feng said that they are all strong people, but no matter how strong they are, they are still human. Facing the unbearable pain and destruction of the human body, it is not surprising that death comes at all.

Of the four flower attendants who transplanted the holy flowers yesterday, only two moved out this morning.

Jia Chensheng's partner failed to come out, but Dong Xilai came out alive.

Dai Dong, who was correcting the crooked flower vines in the dark room, was also released, and Jia Chensheng was talking to him there with a tired expression.

Su Xiangsheng and Huafeng recovered very well. They survived the most painful transplant of the holy flower, and also spent the first night when the holy flower was active. Knowing what was going on, their hanging hearts fell, and they felt a lot more at ease .

As for Ning Su.

He took a bag of beef jerky and walked across the aisle between the beds, leaving a craving salty smell all the way. He sat under the small window, chewing the beef jerky slowly while watching the men in white cleaning the hall.

Zhu Shuangshuang: "How do I feel that he is very, um, alive?"

"Yeah." Ning Changfeng finally relaxed his old father's heart.

Ning Su was different from these haggard flower attendants. His face still looked a little pale, but somehow he gave off a feeling of vitality, and the subtle stagnation of lifelessness in his body before was gone.

Ning Changfeng walked to him and gave him a glass of holy water, lest he choke.

It didn't take long for other players to come over spontaneously.

"What kind of **** dungeon is this!" After a whole night of terror, Jia Chensheng's obscenities also came out, "What kind of sacred flower temple, this is hell!"

With that said, guided by the aroma of beef jerky, he looked at Ning Su.

Ning Su gave him another "ok" gesture.

Jia Chensheng: "..."

Don't compare it to ok, give a piece of beef jerky to eat.

I haven't eaten meat for a long time.

So, where on earth does this guy's meat come from.

He said stiffly, "We must quickly find a way to meet God and get out of here."

While Ning Su was eating beef jerky like a little squirrel and listening to his stomach growling, several players exchanged news again.

Dai Dong, who had been silent all this time, said: "The sacred flowers grow in our bodies, what will they and we become in the end?"

Ning Su looked at him while chewing on the spicy beef jerky.

When he discovered Jiang Ying's arm growing out of the sacred flower that day, he was taken into the Flower Temple by the men in white. When he was taken away, his spirit was close to collapse.

At this moment he looked very weak, but the madness in his eyes was gone, and he was very peaceful.

"At the beginning we didn't know that the holy flowers would grow in our bodies." He said: "After seeing the holy flowers grow out of the body, I wondered whether we could survive after being transplanted with the holy flowers."

Ning Su blinked, and saw a dead air in him.

It's not the real anger, it's the heart is dead, he doesn't want to live anymore.

Just like Meng Lingjia.

Ning Su handed him a piece of beef jerky, but he didn't take it, and Fang Qi quickly took it away.

Dai Dong continued: "Will the holy flower grow bigger and bigger, and will eventually burst our body? Will our body become torn apart?"

"Our bodies will also become their nourishment, be absorbed and devoured by them, and only a few incomplete pieces will be left in the end."

Zhu Shuangshuang suddenly said: "You say, is that the case with Huafeng's brother and that sacred flower?"

"Actually, Brother Huafeng raised that sacred flower in his body. Later, when the holy flower grew up, he devoured Brother Huafeng as nourishment, leaving only one hand."

This idea gave people goosebumps.

Originally, the holy flower was in the human body, the human body was used as fertilizer by the holy flower, and finally absorbed into the body by the holy flower. When it is active at night, the undigested part of the human body is flushed out of the holy flower?

The faces of several players were gloomy, no matter how they thought about it, the ending was terrible.

"We must find a way to meet God as soon as possible."

Now it seems that meeting the gods is a bit out of reach. Who knows if they will still be alive when the Flower God Festival is held.

Therefore, we can only quickly find a way to meet God.

In the morning, another owner brought a group of flower attendants.

Including the newcomers, excluding those who died while transplanting the holy flowers, there are currently 12 players in the Flower Temple.

When Ning Su was transplanting holy flowers to them, Ning Su sneaked away to the statue to prepare to participate in the worship activities.

He came early today, before the saint appeared, the believers outside the temple knelt there silently.

After Ning Su climbed onto the palm of the idol, he put a four-petal blood flower on his fingertips, and whispered to him, "This grew out of my body last night, and I secretly picked it off."

The first four-petal blood flower that bloomed at his fingertips last night.

The others were all three-petaled. Taking advantage of no one's attention, he took off the four-petaled flower and held it in his palm.

"For you."

The boy stood on the palm of the idol, looked at his face, and said to him with clear and bright eyes.

The idol didn't respond.

There was no response, Ning Su kept staring at him, trying to see his face clearly in the haze.

The arrival of the saint did not interrupt his gaze.

He was the same as yesterday, lying on the palm of his hand, looking at His face, and singing the praises of God.

Singing until my heart became hot, and my heart was beating heavily with a force.

In this way, when the other players became more and more nervous, Ning Su discussed with Xianyu every day, and sneaked to the palm of the statue in the afternoon to participate in the worship activities.

They did not allow him to participate, so he secretly worshiped on the palm of the idol.

He lay on his palm and sang praises to him over and over again, and finally left a four-petal blood flower that grew in his body last night on his fingertips. When everyone was praying, he jumped off his palm and disappeared into the darkness in the corridor.

The night that Ning Su dedicated the fourth blood flower to the statue, the players were extremely depressed, and there was a faint anxiety about to break out in the depression.

Four days passed and they made no progress.

Not counting the players who died in the Flower Temple, there are currently 15 players in the Flower Temple.

As the Flower God Festival is approaching, there should not be many players at Boss Qi's place.

A hundred players came in, but before the Flower God Festival, there were less than 20 left.

And at noon tomorrow, there are a few more players who want to transplant the holy flowers, and Ning Changfeng and Zhu Shuangshuang are among them.

A few players sat silently on the bed, or stood anxiously by the bed.

After Ning Su covered the thin blanket, she saw that Zhu Shuangshuang was clasping her fingers, and her fingers were scratched, but she didn't notice.

Ning Su opened his mouth and said something.

There is no sound.

Ning Su let out a "huh", he thought for a while, and said to Zhu Shuangshuang, "The Land of the Pregnant God."

"What?" Zhu Shuangshuang looked up in a daze, unable to hear what he was saying just now.

Ning Su: "The land of the pregnant god."

Based on the principle of saying important things three times, he said it again: "The land of the pregnant god."

Zhu Shuangshuang was taken aback for a moment.

Su Xiangsheng realized something, and said to her: "This guy is lazy, it must be very important to say a sentence three times, you should think about it."

"I don't need anyone to take care of me now, and you will face 50% death tomorrow. If you can figure out a way to meet God, you don't need to transplant holy flowers."

Ning Su: "Yes."

Zhu Shuangshuang also let out a "huh" and frowned in thought.

She is not stupid, she knows what Ning Su is reminding her of, and she also knows that Ning Su didn't tell her the specifics because the system is restricting this kind of cheating, and Ning Su can only tell her key words.

They had a discussion that day in the black room of the Flower God Temple.

The land of the pregnant **** should be the name of the power class who knew the inside story at the beginning, and called Kurosawa.

Why did they call Kurosawa the land of the pregnant god?

Kurosawa is the place where gods were born.

What does this have to do with how to see the true God?

Are they going to guard Heisawa until the moment the **** is born and see him?

No, this dungeon will not allow them to meet the gods so easily.

No one said anything, Zhu Shuangshuang and Su Xiangsheng have been thinking about this issue all night.

The next day, when Ning Su woke up, seeing that Zhu Shuangshuang was still there, he let out a "huh" and pinched his ears.

There is no need for the saint to explain the transplanting of the holy flowers to them this time. I explained it together last time. After the sun rose high, the man in white took them upstairs.

Ning Su said to Zhu Shuangshuang, "Think about our identities."

Zhu Shuangshuang said: "At first it was a flower slave, and later it was a flower servant."

Ning Su said something again and was blocked again.

He paused, then looked up at Zhu Shuangshuang.

This one who said "don't forget me, the sister who gave you candy".

Her physical strength is also failing, and she has been terrified in the past few days and hasn't had a good night's sleep. For ordinary people, the 50% chance of survival may be even lower for her.

Ning Su opened his mouth and said two words.

Even these two characters were blocked by the system.

The system has realized that he is suspected of cheating, and blocked everything he said to Zhu Shuangshuang at this time.

Zhu Shuangshuang smiled wryly, "Forget it, Susu, you have already reminded me of what you can remind me. I'll think about it again. If I don't think of it, I'm stupid. Whether it's life or death depends on fate."

Zhu Shuangshuang was brought into the room by the man in white.

This time, Ning Changfeng and Zhu Shuangshuang were lying on the water bed.

Ning Su and Su Xiangsheng stood outside the door waiting for the saint to go in for a routine inspection.

They used to think that they could find a way to see God in these five days, but in fact they thought the dungeon world was too simple.

These five days were a repetition of the first day, tormented every night, and two flower attendants were found dead every morning, and nothing else meaningful happened to make him speculate.

Su Xiangsheng pressed his forehead and said in a painful low voice, "It's so difficult."

A standing person is no more relaxed than a person lying on a water bed.

Ning Su gave a low "huh".

Su Xiangsheng glanced at him sideways, and saw the young man's thin back leaning against the wall, and a silent black shadow fell on the ground.

His long eyelashes were half drooping, and he looked down at his toes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Before entering this dungeon, he and Ning Changfeng should have only met a few times at most, and he and Zhu Shuangshuang have played two dungeons together and got along very well. Why did the saint say that Zhu Shuangshuang is not his partner, but Ning Changfeng is it?

Su Xiangsheng was thoughtful, he felt that this guy who seemed lazy and not serious might not be more relaxed than him at this time.

When the saint came up, she took a look at Ning Su, first went to Zhu Shuangshuang's room to check, and then went to Ning Changfeng's room to check, and came out of Ning Changfeng's room within two minutes.

She said: "Go in, remember better and better."

Su Xiangsheng went in immediately. When Ning Su was about to go in, the saint said to him, "Even if you cut your father open, don't feel guilty or unbearable. After all, he was merciless when he cut you open."

Ning Su: "Oh."

When Ning Su entered, Ning Changfeng was looking at the door and smiled at him immediately when he saw him.

Ning Su picked up the knife on the table and tore open the skirt of his clothes directly, the point of the knife aimed at his heart.

Ning Changfeng: "..."

Do you just go straight to the knife?

Ning Su: "It's just right, try the feel first, and prepare for beheading."

He lifted his thin eyelids and looked at Ning Changfeng: "You still have time to leave the copy."

Ning Changfeng shook his head, "Give it a try, don't chop off my head."

Ning Su pursed his lips, "Why bother to suffer this."

Ning Changfeng said: "You underestimate me too much. I have the bloodline of Hydra. What is this?"

He looked at Ning Su and said, "I'm not nervous or scared at all now, my heart is like still water."

"Didn't you say that there must be emotional ups and downs, and you need to stimulate it? In order to prevent the 1% from dying, please stimulate me."

Ning Su: "How exciting?"

Ning Changfeng was silent for a while, and said, "Tell me something about your childhood."

The room was suddenly very quiet.

Nobody is a fool.

At this point, it is impossible for Ning Su not to notice that Ning Changfeng already knew about their relationship.

His eyelashes drooped, not knowing what he was thinking.

From Ning Changfeng's perspective, he could only see the silhouette of his eyelashes falling on his face, but couldn't see the look in his eyes clearly.

Pale skin and black blood vessels became the only color in his eyes.

He felt the warm, not cold point of the knife pressed against his chest, his heart trembled, and his eye sockets became sour.

The tip of the knife should have been cold.

"I was an orphan since I was a child, and I never met my parents."

Ning Su spoke lightly, without emotion.

"It should be sent to the orphanage by someone. The orphanage is not what outsiders think. Children will grow up there for a long time."

"Actually, the ones that are there for a long time are flawed, and there are a lot of families out there lining up to adopt healthy kids."

"I look so cute, someone was eager to take me home when I was over one year old."

Ning Changfeng smiled, thinking about what Ning Su, who was over one year old, was like, and then thought, the family had a good eye, and they had such a cute son cheaply.

I heard Ning Su say again: "They kicked me out when I was two years old."

The smile on Ning Changfeng's face suddenly froze.

He didn't understand why Ning Su was so cute and wanted him to drive him away.

What's even more exaggerated is that he was only two years old, and he should have just learned to walk. How dare they drive a two-year-old child out.

Are they not afraid of something happening?

Ning Su seemed to understand his confusion. He said, "Because I'm a child with problems, I don't cry no matter how hard I beat it. Not crying is a small problem."

Ning Su paused and said, "The terrible problem is that I seem to be a child who can't be beaten to death."

This sentence is too informative.

The first thing Ning Changfeng thought of was not why Xiao Ning Su was a child who couldn't be beaten to death, but how they knew Xiao Ning Su couldn't be beaten to death.

They tried?

How do you try to know that he can't be killed?

Just this simple sentence broke Ning Changfeng's defenses.

Ning Su said: "So, if they dare to drive me out, they are not afraid that I will die outside."

"Later, I was sent back to the orphanage. I was so cute, there was nothing I could do. I was adopted by another family less than a month after I went back."

He sighed in a dignified manner, "But I'm really a problem child. Apart from not being able to beat him to death, I still have to talk about it. I tell them there is a ghost next to the bed all day long, vividly."

He speaks for himself, "I'm not lying, I see weird things all the time."

For a long time, Ning Su didn't understand why.

Why can't the beating leave a lot of marks on his body.

Why does he always see strange things.

He didn't understand until he entered this game.

It may be because he was born in a dark and strange world, and his biological father also has the bloodline of the ancient Hydra god.

It's just that Xiao Ningsu doesn't know.

Ning Su said: "That's how I was, going from family to family, and finally learned to be good."

Glancing at the corner of Ning Changfeng's eyes, he pursed his lips, inserted the knife into his chest, and cut open his breastbone.

It turned out that it inherited the blood of the ancient gods, and the blood was also red and hot.

The heart in the chest was beating unsteadily, and Ning Su watched intently.

Ning Changfeng asked him hoarsely: "Have you ever hated your parents? I mean... biological parents."

It is impossible to say no to hate.

When he was about four or five years old, Ning Su heard from the traffickers that bad people have dark hearts.

At that time, he wondered if his heart was a little dark if he didn't want his parents when he was one year old.

After entering this infinite game, he knew it was not.

Ning Changfeng's red heart was beating rapidly and chaotically under his hands.

Ning Su didn't answer him, he quickly moved the holy flower into his heart and sewed up the chest cavity.

People who usually sew clothes are not bad at suturing wounds. While suturing fast, the stitches are fine and smooth.

The whole process took less than three minutes, Ning Su put down the knife and exhaled.

The blood-stained hand was held by a dry and cool hand.

Ning Su's body froze for a moment.

Ning Changfeng's throat was dry and stinging, as if it had been sharpened by a file. "I didn't have any parents when I was young. I grew up alone. Maybe it's because of this that I don't quite fit in with others."

"I don't think I have the ability to get along with people for a long time, but occasionally, once or twice, I have thought... If, if I get married one day, I have children, I will definitely..."

It must be something, he didn't know why he didn't go on.

His Adam's apple slid violently, as if he couldn't breathe.

He also thought that one day he would meet someone who could be with him, and if he had a child, he would definitely not let his child be like him.

He must give his child a complete family, don't be like him, stumbling, stumbling, climbing up the cold peak alone.

It is best to give him the love that other children have.

But.

It never occurred to him...

It hurts too much to be cut open and transplanted with holy flowers.

It was so painful that he couldn't speak a word.

Only the violent ups and downs of the chest remained.

Ning Su patted his hand, "Brother, don't be hypocritical."

Ning Changfeng: "..."

After Ning Changfeng, a man with abnormal abilities, cut his heart open and transplanted the holy flower, he finally closed his eyes. Ning Su washed his hands in the holy water and left the room.

At the door, he glanced back.

Ning Changfeng has a very good nose, which is more obvious when he is lying down. The roots of the mountain are tall and rugged, and he looks a bit cold.

It's just the wet redness at the end of the eyes that destroyed this indifference.

Ning Su squeezed the roots of the mountain and closed the door.

He moved neatly and quickly, and he came out early, and there was no one in the corridor at this time.

Ning Su pushed the door open and walked into the tea room opposite.

The window of the transplant room faces the flower attendant hall on the lower floor of the hall, and the window of the opposite tea room faces the outside of the flower temple.

It was almost time to worship, and there were dense crowds of believers kneeling outside the Temple of Flowers.

Among the dark crowd, there were two small figures kneeling.

When Ning Su just looked over, the two ghost children raised their heads.

Ning Su could have imagined that when Gui Sheng raised his head, he must be accompanied by that crisp and confused voice: "Huh?"

One can also guess that Ah Fei's small face must be full of arrogant indifference, but the light in her eyes always betrays her.

The two ghost children stood up and looked at him.

The little boy didn't know why, but he wore a crooked white hat on his head.

The little girl's black hair was also tied into a bun, much better than his.

One of them waved at him, and the other waved his two small arms up and down quickly.

Ning Su raised his hands, put them on top of his head, and gave them a big heart.