Chapter 189 Mud Fetus Meme

Chapter 189 Mud Fetus Meme

Chapter 189 Mud Fetus Meme
Ning Zhe struggled to stand up from the scorching mud, his eyes bloodshot, and his exposed skin was burned and blistered by the scorching air, like the crispy pork belly fried in an air fryer.

The fire is still burning.

"No, people can't survive here... I hate it!... If I stay here as a human, it won't take long before I'm roasted to medium rare... I hate it!..."

The high temperature made Ning Zhe's head dizzy. Apart from the emotions burning like flames, he could hardly think of anything. He just felt as if his personality was about to melt in the fire and be forcibly molded into an appearance that did not belong to him.

In the sea of ​​fire and on the charred earth, snakes were entangled with each other, screaming and wailing while biting each other.

On the highway, two drivers who rear-ended each other due to emergency braking kicked open the car doors and wrestled with each other, each time aiming to kill the other.

If Ning Zhe wasn't blind, he might be able to see now.

In the fire scene, the facial features of the human bone snakes, some old and some young, were deformed and distorted by the burning flames, just like the clay in the kiln whose hydrogen bonds were destroyed by the extreme high temperature, burning it into such a beautiful and fragile appearance.

The same goes for people arguing or fighting on the highway.

Even the facial features of Ning Zhe himself were gradually melting and distorting until they were replaced by a strange face, and a "ghost" appeared on his face.

"I am angry. I am disgusted."

"I resent, I envy."

"Jealousy...jealousy, resentment, hatred, anger...that's it, these emotions that ignited along with the fire are like a virus that spreads wildly. It is trying to infect my mind, trying to turn me into something else...or someone else."

But He did not succeed.

"Because I am Ning Zhe, I am Ning Zhe, I am not some other person or ghost, I am Ning Zhe..."

"Yes, I am Ning Zhe, and I am also Ning Zhe..."

"We are all Ningzhe..."

A hoarse murmur came out from the dry and astringent throat, with a kind of morbid persistence. Ning Zhe's face, which had already been fired into shape, suddenly shattered, and the broken porcelain pieces fell to the ground. Under the bloody skin, struggling was his original appearance.

In just a moment of clarity, Ning Zhe understood a lot of things.

I can't stay here any longer as a human being, otherwise I will die, without a doubt.

If humans can't stay here, what about ghosts?

The next moment he figured this out, emerald green snake scales spread upward along Ning Zhe's neck and quickly covered his face.

Two long curved horns extended from behind Ning Zhe's head, and the extra limbs were all pulled into his stomach. A giant jade snake bathed in flames raised its head and spit out its forked tongue into the hot air.

If Feng Yusu were here, she would be extremely shocked, because Ning Zhe's current appearance was exactly the same as the snake god statue she saw in Hejia Village.

"We are all Ningzhe," he said to himself.

The snake god's bright yellow eyes were clear and translucent, like two amber beads inlaid on a jade carving, reflecting the blazing fire below his body. With Zhaoyou's eyes, Ning Zhe looked down at the people and ghosts struggling in purgatory.

At the same time, as if they suddenly sensed something, the group of snakes that were entangled and wrestling with each other just now raised their heads one after another, and their pale and charred heads twisted in the same direction at the same time. Hundreds of sword-like eyes stared at the huge figure that suddenly appeared.

Growing on the heads of that huge group of snakes were countless identical faces.

It was a face that Ning Zhe was very familiar with. He had just seen this portrait of a human face outlined by red flames and charred soil in a photo that Lan Shiwen sent him not long ago.

Ning Zhe stood up while thinking. The huge body of the snake god was majestic and magnificent, towering into the clouds, taller than the tallest building in Yundu City, the Genting Sky Tower.

Looking down from a high place, Ning Zhe saw a huge human face imprinted on the ground by flames, which was exactly the same as the human face that had just appeared on the face of each of the snakes.

If you look closely, this face seems to be somewhat similar to Ji Wuxie and Ji Taixun, the father and son who were killed by him. "Are you also a ghost of the Yin family?"

An ethereal voice emanated from the snake god's jade-carved throat, as if it came from some secluded valley isolated from the rest of the world.

The flame had no answer, it just burned.

"Forget it, I don't care who you are." Ning Zhe paused for a moment before continuing, "Whether you are a human, a ghost, or a god, you must abide by the rules. And you broke my rules."

Don’t do anything else today, you are not even allowed to breathe.

Burning is also not allowed.

The rules of Zhaoyou are as follows: if you violate the taboo once, you will be unlucky; if you violate the taboo twice, you will be very unlucky; if you violate the taboo three times, you will be extremely unlucky. Nothing can happen more than three times. If you violate the taboo more than the fourth time, you will face the death penalty of the rules of Zhaoyou.

From the moment Ning Zhe found out the words 'Don't take any other actions' from the almanac, the snake god unleashed a large-scale indiscriminate death curse centered on himself. As the fire spread, the three chances of tolerance had been used up, and the evil spirit that caused the fire had committed a death penalty.

The snake god said: "Those who violate taboos will die."

Instantly, a shrill scream resounded through the sky, and the flames that spread everywhere suddenly spasmed and trembled continuously like an epileptic seizure. Ning Zhe saw that the huge human face full of anger and hatred was distorted, and the rage and resentment on the face were replaced by pain.

The ghosts in Yanglao Village groaned in pain, and the groans died out.

The temperature of the air gradually dropped, and the flames gradually died down, exposing the burnt and hardened soil. The crackling sounds of bones breaking rang out one after another, reaching Ning Zhe's ears. Looking down, the snakes bathed in flames were broken into a pile of bones as the fire receded.

The next moment, the towering body of the snake god collapsed.

"puff--"

The young boy's thin body fell heavily to the ground. A mouthful of blood was forced out of his chest and was absorbed eagerly by the dry soil.

"Ha...ha..." Ning Zhe gasped heavily and used his hands and feet to try to get up from the ground.

However, before his hand touched the ground, it turned into a scaly claw, with black and white bird feathers spreading from his elbow to the gaps between his fingers.

An eyeball opened in Ning Zhe's palm. It had long eyelashes like a woman's and light purple eye shadow on its eyelids. These were Feng Yusu's eyes.

"Where am I? Why am I here?!"

The terrified voice came from a mouth growing on Ning Zhe's neck. The smoke-yellow teeth and slightly thick lips belonged to Zhang Yangxu.

"where is this place?"

"Am I dead? Am I alive?"

"Who are you!"

"Did you kill me? Did you kill me?"

"I'm so scared... Ning Zhe, who are they..."

"Help me, help me, am I in hell?"

Voices echoed one after another in the empty land, men, women, old and young mixed together, no one could tell them apart, yet they hated each other. Pairs of curious or frightened eyes opened one after another on Ning Zhe's face, back, and the back of his head, looking around aimlessly, and everyone was talking.

Suddenly, a hand wearing a ring grabbed Ning Zhe's throat, and Zhang Yangxu's voice came from his chest: "You killed me, Ning Zhe, you killed me!"

"Bullshit..." Ning Zhe struggled to get up, panting: "It was the ghost who killed you, idiot."

(End of this chapter)