...

at the same time.

Infinite City.

"boom--!!"

A huge roar continued to sound, accompanied by violent shaking, and broken house fragments could be seen everywhere.

"You bastard!!" A ghost with the pupils "Winning String" was choked by Takehara in the red mask.

His chest was painted with the Hirata family's patterns, and he was obviously a samurai in the past.

"Traitor!" The winding ghost roared with his neck, and there was still some flesh and blood hanging on the corner of his mouth.

Just now, when they were sharing food without any miserable food, Takehara suddenly rose up and almost instantly destroyed the strings beside them.

Those winding strings were now inserted into the broken houses of Infinity City from all directions. The breath was weak, but they would not die.

The winding string was staring and his expression was ferocious, but what he received was Takehara's cold eyes hidden under the mask.

"…Traitor?" Takehara's eyes were not waving, his voice was no longer hoarse, it became consistent with humans, but his tone became much lower.

Crack...

The power in Takehara's hands continued to be exerted, and the head of the winding ghost slowly turned red.

"Gu...hehe...! Let me go!" The winding ghost kept struggling to reach out and break Takehara's arm, but he was powerless. The power of the winding is like a world of difference compared to the Zhuyuan who had eaten Wushao.

Moreover, the winding ghost was somewhat frightened to find that his body seemed to be slowly disintegrating.

The purple-blue veins spread across the body, and the torso part has expanded strangely.

This is the side effect of excessive absorption of blood without any miserable blood.

If you don’t have the ability to withstand it, it will turn into a pool of mud.

Pick, snap.

"No, no, no, no..."

Shangxian Zhisi showed shock on his face. He stopped struggling and scratched his body up and down in panic.

However, every time you grab it, it means the separation of a large piece of rotten meat, which then ferments and turns into ashes.

He was completely panicked and didn't care if he was strangled. Fengxianzhishi raised his head in horror and looked at Takehara in front of him.

As if he had grabbed the last straw before his death, he held Takehara with both hands and pinched his arm, and his eyes revealed a longing plea:

"I'm wrong, I'm wrong, save me..."

At this moment, Takehara's voice slowly rang:

"Save you?"

The extremely familiar tone sounded, obviously not Takehara's voice.

But it came out of Takehara's throat.

Low, cold, sharp.

Weird, thrilling, the winding Zhisi widened his eyes and he suddenly felt creepy.

The feminine but extremely familiar voice made Shangxian Zhisi stunned. He slowly opened his mouth in shock, his pupils trembled violently, and he stared at Takehara, who looked cold-looking.

He pointed at Takehara and said in a daze:

"Hey...you...you are!"

But he only opened his mouth and said a few syllables, and he could no longer speak.

Because his vocal cords and the skin muscles on his chin had dissolved, he exposed his bones that were soaked in sulfuric acid.

Takehara didn't say anything. He held the head of the winding strings with one hand, watching the muscle tissue dissolved and sagging powerlessly.

Until there was only a pool of foul blood left in my palm.

Takehara withdrew her palm and rubbed her palms with disgust and contempt.

He turned his head and looked at the pile of rotten meat on the ground that had not been eaten yet.

Stretch your hand.

Pick, pick...

Whoosh-!

The rotten meat seemed to have been summoned by some sort of summons, floated up on the spot, and then flew quickly towards Takehara.

Paji!

It slowly merged with Takehara's body.

Crack...

He closed his eyes comfortably, and the hideous red marks appeared densely from his body.

The dark red marks spread throughout the body, and the dense areas even look like the whole piece of skin turning into a dark red color.

Sudden.

Takehara opened her eyes, and her eyes were not as creepy as before, but instead became a little cold:

"This is my body."

The tone and voice are different from the moment. The sharp contrast makes Takehara's voice become quite positive at this time.

"It's mine now."

A cold and contemptuous voice sounded again, his eyes full of disdain, as if he was mocking himself.

"No."

The voice kept switching back and forth, as if talking to oneself.

“It’s still mine.”

Wow—!

The blood-colored glass ball on his chest kept rotating, and the two strands of blood wrapped around it represented the sudden burst of Shang Quannai.

Instantly, it filled Takehara's body.

"...Bastard, don't be too proud." The cold voice gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few syllables, and then there was no sound.

Takehara's eyes were dull, he nodded with satisfaction, and then wanted to raise his legs and turn around.

But he was surprised to find out.

The body does not listen to its own orders.

Taking the move to turn around, Takehara could only barely affect his body to move slightly.

Can't move.

"Of course you can't move." A cold tone sounded again.

At this time.

Swish! Swish!

Behind Takehara, several winding strings that had just been knocked away reappeared.

They stood with uniform expressions, and their eyes looking at Takehara were filled with indifference.

It's obvious.

——They are no longer themselves.

——That guy controlled all the winding bodies.

Because the winding has eaten flesh and blood?

Takehara's eyes subconsciously glanced at the center of Infinity City.

There, the girl was sitting upright.

A giant tree of flesh and blood that was constantly entangled by bright red and thick blood vessels grew on the back of her head.

Through the yellow light, you can vaguely see the blood flowing in the blood vessels and the pulses that are constantly beating.

The branches and leaves of blood vessels and veins extend on the ceiling of Infinity City and continue to spread out, looking quite terrible.

On the treetops.

There are plump and round eyes hanging after another.

The giant tree is rooted at the bottom of Infinity City, so Mingnu did not lower her head to support the gravity of the giant tree in the blood vessels.

From a distance, the giant blood vessel tree supports the heaven and earth of the Infinite City, and the beating pulse is very impactful.

——It is a forest composed of flesh and blood and blood vessels that rise up.

Bright red liquid hangs on the treetops, and the holes on the trunks open their sharp teeth silently.
To be continued...