amaotonovel Chapter 81 The source of power.
Chapter 81 The source of power.
vomit!
An indescribable stench hit me in the face, as if someone had blown up a cesspool with stinky tofu and canned herrings at the same time. It was inexplicable.
Recalling the way Asent happily chewed the corpse, Mo Weiqian understood.
It is the thousands of corpses piled together, rotting and fermenting, that create such a smell.
Mo Weiqian was indifferent to his "open window kill" as he had long been immune to this low-level method.
The young man covered his mouth and nose tightly, and then said word by word with disgust:
"Your mouth tastes bad, you don't know."
After saying this, he waved his hand in disgust, as if he was driving away some cat or dog.
The tall and straight Dr. Essen turned around. His expressionless face, which had been gentle just now, now became even paler and more frightening, revealing an inhuman coldness. He was very dissatisfied with the offensive words of the intruder.
"!"
Mo Weiqian frowned, his san value fell to a new low again - 10.
The young man pursed his lips tightly, and his beggar's shirt was instantly soaked with sweat on his back. A chill from his internal organs hit him.
He could feel himself being alienated and merged into one with the copy.
......
This is not a good sign. The time that Naya can control his san value is getting shorter and shorter.
There's nothing we can do about it. It was because of a bug that allowed him to get in.
No...why does this sound so familiar?
This time, Mo Weiqian took the initiative before the NPC could make a move.
He jumped into the dormitory with a knife in hand. He couldn’t beat the black goat outside, so how could he not beat this stinky mouth?
"Ahhh-"
Seeing him holding a knife, the believers who were praying around him screamed and huddled together in the corner, without any fighting power at all.
He stood guard with two big eyes showing, looking very terrified.
Mo Weiqian sneered, what a bunch of trash, he didn't know why the Mother Goddess kept them.
The young man kicked his back feet and attacked Aisente like a ghost.
The willow-leaf dagger flashed with a faint green light, and the sharp blade was pointing directly at Esente's neck.
The blade cut through the air, making a crisp sound.
Aisente was not at all flustered and confidently raised his hand to take Mo Weiqian's dagger.
next second.
The stench of burnt and corroded flesh spread.
Doctor Esente raised his lips with a terrifying arc, and said sinisterly: "This knife of yours is quite interesting."
Mo Weiqian ignored his praise, as he didn't have much time left. He held Pas with his right hand, clenched his left fist in a defensive posture, and kicked straight at Esente's cheek.
Aisente reacted quickly, raising his hand to hold up his left leg. Mo Weiqian fell down and supported himself with his elbow. With a flash of cold light from Pas, he grabbed Aisente's tendons.
"Ahhhh-"
Aisente, who couldn't help but cry out in pain, leaned against the wall. His feet, which were covered with moisture, seemed to be recovering at a fast speed.
As expected of a doctor, his fighting ability is average, but his recovery speed is fast.
Mo Weiqian made a prompt decision, rushed forward and suppressed Dr. Esent with his body strength, piercing his body with the dagger, and the tip of the knife crushed his internal organs.
Aisente was in extreme pain, and a howl that was not a human came from his throat. His head suddenly turned 270 degrees, and the huge mouth occupying the entire back of his head struggled and roared wildly at Mo Weiqian.
The stench that came out of that big scarlet mouth almost killed Mo Weiqian with just one breath.
Seeing that Mo Weiqian's reaction had slowed down, Aisente quickly climbed out the window and fled. When Mo Weiqian was dizzy, he seemed to see a flash of golden light behind Aisente's neck.
......
This evil killer paused for a moment.
He turned to look at the shivering onlookers in the corner.
One couldn't hold it back.
Ugh! ...Ugh!
Spit it out.
It’s not his fault. The smell hit him right in the face, and even though he was about to be transformed, he couldn’t stand it.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
In the crowd at the corner, the last believer with a mouth full of mouths huddled in the corner, his mouth even a little deformed. He carefully peeked at Mo Weiqian's expression, and then he couldn't hold back any more and cried out...
no...
Is he that scary?
Well, it turns out that emotions are contagious.
One mouth started crying, and then all the mouths started crying.
Finally, the group of people in the corner started crying collectively.
......
What a hell of a turn...
It was not kind to his eyes.
Stepping across the coffee table in front of him with his long legs, Mo Weiqian pressed his forehead tiredly.
The scene before him made him doubt himself and wonder if his hallucinations were getting worse.
5 minutes passed.
These guys are still crying...
Are these followers of Mother Goddess made of water?
Howling like this...
It's no wonder that these believers were afraid. When this thug broke into their home and faced the doctor who served them diligently every day, he attacked them with a knife.
Add to that the fact that this thing makes Bisven's doctor look nothing like a human being.
The young man's originally fair skin, under the effect of alienation, took on an inhuman paleness, and was even tainted with death. This group of believers prayed to the Mother Goddess for protection every day, so they were naturally more sensitive to death and malice.
Compared with his deathly pale face, his pair of dark eyes looked even more empty and weird, and no living person dared to look into their eyes.
Mo Weiqian recovered for a while and was about to leave.
"??"
wrong!
Just as the evil spirit was about to leave, it suddenly stopped.
The believers couldn't help but breathe softly.
Mo Weiqian approached the group of believers with a cold and sinister smile, and asked in a low and hoarse voice:
"What do you do here every day?"
A group of people looked at each other, trembling, and couldn't say a word for a long time. Mo Weiqian frowned impatiently and knocked on the corner of the coffee table with his pass:
"Hurry up, my knife won't wait for anyone!"
After saying that, he grinned and gave them a sinister but friendly smile in return.
A man in a red Taoist robe was pushed out from the crowd, with a pleading smile on his face: "Sir... Sir, apart from eating, drinking, defecating and urinating every day, we only need to pray for the Mother Goddess's protection."
"You...you don't think we look scary, but...but we won't hurt anyone. The extra mouths are just a gift from the Mother Goddess. Let us pray for us more, and we will be blessed in the future."
After saying this, he knelt down on the ground as if he was afraid that the evil spirit would suddenly attack him.
After listening to this, Mo Weiqian’s dark and empty eyes turned.
He showed a sincere smile, picked up the red Taoist robe on the ground, and comforted her in a gentle voice: "Don't be afraid, I am actually an excellent missionary. I suspect there is an evil god here!"
"what?"
"Oh my god, how could there be an evil god here? This is so scary."
"How is that possible? We are under the protection of the Mother Goddess. Don't believe... nonsense."
A bomb was dropped into the calm dead water, and voices of doubt and surprise arose from all around.
Mo Weiqian was not in a hurry and just sat leisurely on the sofa, waiting for them to discuss.
When he first came in, these NPCs were just like ordinary humans. They would not transform or attack.
When faced with an "alien" that he couldn't defeat, he could only use the simplest human instinct - dodge.
It is quite strange in this other world where alien species are rampant.
The believers who were sacrificed outside were thrown into mass graves, but these people needed to pray for the Mother Goddess's protection every day to survive.
why?
The Mother Goddess is not a philanthropist.
Keeping them is certainly useful.
The answer is ready to come out.
Their faith is the source of the Mother Goddess's power.
It is an important fulcrum that maintains this inner world.