Harris felt a bone-crushing nausea that spread to his body with the air.

Those songs filled the sky as if they were real, entangled all living beings, instigating, flattering, sarcastic, and mocking all finite things in the ears of the living. The songs tempted the listeners to give up this life quickly.

The fragile body welcomes the eternal existence, uses the weak mind to praise and worship, uses the foolish wisdom to visualize and describe, and embarks on the funeral road of the chaotic world together.

Harris took a sip of Perrin's potion and felt his auditory nerves being penetrated by intense electric current, and the whole world fell into complete silence. Those bewitching voices came and went away, and were isolated in another dimension.

"Audiodeprivation."

Harris thought silently in his mind, and the voice sounded in his mind.

This is a method passed down by miners, which uses potions to deprive physical and mental experience and temporarily prevent abnormal interference. Old Yorkson has always believed that ignorance is the last refuge of mankind, which is also his core view on memetic disasters. It is said that in

When the disaster first appeared on the island, he tried to use this method to reduce the damage, and once gained the upper hand, suppressing the memetic disaster on his own for ten years until the Great Collapse occurred.

But it has to be said that among the miners with a low level of education, his ideas are the most advanced. He also spent a lot of money to hire abnormal disaster investigators to come and solve the problem. Unfortunately, the final result was just to add an alcohol abuse case to the town.

A rotten drunkard.

In the quiet world, there are no corpses in the tunnels of the mines, only the desolate walls are barren of grass, and there is no trace of buried mineral components.

The texture on the wall gradually showed irregular stripes, and the corridor became like a tunnel. This level of mine is no longer capable of being mined by humans.

There is absolutely no way in the world that there is such a mine that can freely shuttle through an entire basalt vein and dig out the desired spiral downward route as easily as a camel going through the eye of a needle.

If you look closely, the basalt walls on both sides have eliminated the fragile and fragile human bones and instead incorporated the bones of countless ancient creatures, including nautiluses, trilobites, graptolites and other ancient relics, as well as inorganic species.

Chitin-shelled brachiopods dotted the scene, and even jawless fish struggling in fresh water suddenly appeared.

Harris suspected that this tunnel contained all the undead souls since the Ordovician mass extinction. Those pale-faced losers were entrenched in their positions, confronting their mortal enemies forever, cursing these aliens who were lucky enough to survive.

In the endless competition for ecological niches, there are only winners and losers. As the ultimate overlord that continues to this day, humans will naturally become the enemies of these extinct creatures.

Goetz told him that when he drank the first sip of the magic potion to block his hearing, it was not a symbol of safety. Greater terror would quietly come out in the silent world and befall the poor and unconscious people.

.

Harris stopped and dismissed the hallucinations from his mind.

Because in front of him, a strange creature walked in the corridor. It was a human corpse, human hands, feet, and body. Various human parts were cut into pieces and sewn together randomly with threads to form a giant

The appearance of an ape.

It is not a Frankenstein-style stitched monster, but the ultimate fear in the hearts of losers in biological competition. The greatest terror manifested in curses and resentments is the winner who achieves domination of the biosphere in a short period of time.

The terrifying erect ape.

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Antonio lay quietly on the cold ground, with broken bones and blood dripping from all his orifices, ushering in the last moments of his life.

As long as a man can shake his fist, he can survive.

In Antonio's memory, the world is nothing but countless battles and plunders.

His father was a thin underground boxer who won the right to live by fighting fiercely. The wolf-like man expressed his joy and anger with his fists.

Antonio grew up under countless beatings when he was a child. Those fists may have damaged his brain, but they also brought out his wildness.

When he was eight years old, his father, who was suffering from injuries all over his body, finally died on the black ring.

At that time, he had his enemy's ear in his mouth, but failed to stand up again like he had done countless times before. The loser lay on the ground with unknown life and death, and no gambler was interested in caring about him, except the young Antonio.

His father struggled to spit out the ears from his mouth, and after two violent coughs, the dark red lung fragments also flew out of his mouth. The wolf-like man looked at his wolf cub angrily, with no expression in his eyes.

With a little warmth and nostalgia, he briefly expressed the conclusion of life: "You little bastard... just let me live... go on..."

Antonio didn't shed a single tear. He was like the new young alpha wolf in the wolf pack. He was full of inexhaustible strength and wanted to bite off a piece of the moon when he looked at it.

So in those ten years, the most brutal and ferocious star in the crime street rose up, relying on murder, ambush, and violent struggle to win his position. For a time, no one dared to challenge him.

Until this evil man was knocked down by a flimsy tip, imprisoned on a trumped-up robbery charge, and received a just trial under federal law.

Antonio was very dissatisfied with this crime. In his view, robbery was a way for the weak to oppress the weaker, and it was a tactic that was not worthy of publicity. He publicized his "glorious deeds" countless times in prison and wanted to change his sentence to

Those "noble" crimes.

However, the federal judicial system, which has been bribed for a long time, has received so much hush money that it has no idea of ​​any disguised execution and is willing to turn into a step-by-step puppet on strings without making any mistakes.

So Antonio, who wanted to die crazily, was ironically convicted of robbery and sentenced to life imprisonment. Then he naturally became an honorable member of the prison's "supply" trust mine.

Wolves are social animals.

During the period when Antonio was depressed, he unexpectedly got his own gang. These daring accomplices liked him very much. They not only planned a desperate escape, but also charted a crazy road to glory and wealth!

Antonio has transformed from that fearful lone wolf into the sharpest teeth in the wolf pack. He is still good at using force to solve all obstacles in front of him.

Likewise, he was also very optimistic about the street boy.

It was a wolf-like look, the same as when he was a child. That kind of wolf-like eagle gaze that no one would believe. He was born a wild wolf. What's more, this kid has more brains than him and will definitely be able to block the hidden arrows from behind.

Complete the thorny road he has not yet walked.

All it takes is waiting for the new alpha wolf to grow up, and the old wolf will drive the new alpha wolf out of its territory and force him to find his own wilderness...

Antonio's thoughts were already intermittent. What was swirling in his mind was the existence he challenged over his own strength last night. That towering figure swayed with countless limbs and was born from the darkness at the bottom.

He tried all his strength and exerted his will to the limit, but he could not defeat the enemy.

Old Yorkson was right, that was not an existence that humans could match. But only death would make him accept defeat. This tragic death was nothing more than twenty years too late.

enough……

The moment Little Hook opened the door.
Chapter completed!