Capítulo 919: Chapter 898: Longing
After completing the fitting, Luo Di, wrapped in fabric, fell asleep after half a month of high-intensity relentless activities.
This ti, there were no dreams,
The Tomb of the Gods can completely isolate external influencing factors and remain unaffected.
He slept for a long ti until his body naturally operated to eliminate fatigue, screening out all unnecessary superfluous substances.
Luo Di even lost eighty pounds,
Part of it ca from excess tal within his body, part was from proliferating bone matter, and a small portion from the pituitary itself.
The plant that once pursued maturity and the garden now only remains as a half-grown seedling.
His physical structure also beca increasingly simple, without so many complex structures, even the related characteristics brought by Hell were dissipating.
The abandonnt of the left arm caused the entire body to change.
Without the burden of the complex structure of the left arm, the related internal organs returned to the original state, making the body light, as if truly returning to the ti of entering society and hunting Pseudo-Persons.
Naturally waking up,
But in front of him was not a tomb, but the Moon.
“Pituitary space… it’s been a long ti since I’ve been here.
My complete reversal also affects the most critical pituitary itself. Considering that the pituitary space might beco unstable, I haven’t been here.
How did I suddenly get here? Has the transformation of the pituitary space stabilized and wants to show sothing?
Speaking of, my kingdom is gone, but I still can feel its existence.”
The lunar surface was empty, with nothing there.
But as Luo Di reached out, a door appeared in front of him.
Behind the door ca the noise of Moon City, and if you listened carefully, you could even hear the sounds from internet cafes. However, the lock on the door was covered with a layer of unique sand from the Tomb of the Gods, completely sealing it.
Evidently,
The Tomb of the Gods sealed the outside world, and though Luo Di could feel the presence of the kingdom, it was difficult to make contact; he needed to leave here.
He walked alone on the silent Moon and soon arrived at a particular Moon Pit.
Below the Moon Pit,
There was an entrance.
It was the original cellar Luo Di opened up, used to store those ‘victims’ he beheaded and set up a plant cultivation room at the deepest part.
With the later formation of the kingdom,
The victims turned into steps, and the plant cultivation room was moved inside the kingdom, within a theater of great significance to Luo Di.
Looking at the cellar’s structure that had been reversed back, he decisively slid down the slope and opened the inner door of the cellar.
He jumped down.
Pop!
However, below was not the forr cellar but a… filming base called “Moon Core.”
Currently, several shooting locations have been built, including parts of Jupiter City’s streets, Luo Di’s hotown, Fourth Middle School, and the places where simulation practice once took place.
There is also the Fifth Hospital in Mingwang City, and the Vacation Island.
Along with so areas in the corner, the City of Sin managed in secret by Mr. Question Mark, the Jiang Family Mansion, the Sisterhood, Vortex Town, etc.
Even the old regions have been perfectly reconstructed, with the Original Dungeon used as the entrance in the image shop.
As for the victims who were beheaded, they all turned into crew mbers, and as Luo Di walked between different filming locations, he brushed past different people,
Mr. Jiang, clad in dragon scale, even wore crew clothing and donned a baseball cap with the icon of a black moon printed on it.
Occasionally, a foul stench wafted over,
The old individual who squatted with a head was standing not far away, greeting with a filthy right hand. Despite still wearing crew clothing, its physique was evidently larger and more independent.
He was mainly responsible for the design of all the filming locations’ [toilets] and the odor effects under different scenes.
Having such great authority and independence was because he, as a victim, had a significant influence on Luo Di previously.
Of course,
The one with the greatest authority, influence, and independence was still that person.
The director sat on a reclining chair, holding a gaphone, loudly shouting and directing the crew mbers to work.
It seed that with Luo Di’s gained reverse growth, the crew needed further expansion.
Although the director seed to be exploiting the employees, almost every corner and every crevice of the filming base had floating red balloons.
These balloons helped transport items, reasonably distribute tasks, and greatly improve work efficiency.
The director was self-aware, clearly knowing he might be disliked by Luo Di, thus plastering his face with newspapers and pretending to sleep.
Otherwise, as a director, if he got beheaded before employees, it would be too embarrassing.
Luo Di continued to walk,
He looked at everything in front of him, fully aware that it was his personal expression of the Black Door, a perfect presentation of his pursuit of B-level film.
However, he did not linger, continuing to the deepest part of the photography base, where there was a door with a notice that read “Do not disturb, consequences at your own risk.”
Luo Di sensed sothing, restrained his aura, and even reversed his aura, retracting all the aura he carried along the way back into his body.
With a casual wave,
it was as if a hand blade or a weapon instantly slashed out, a completely silent slash.
This slash cut a spatial rift directly into the door without making any sound.
Stepping inside,
inside was a ssy studio, with various leftover milk teas, snack bags, lunch boxes, and other items, all thrown in the trash can or scattered around in the form of comic book pages.
A woman dressed in pajamas, wearing glasses, with her bangs fully fixed, was seated at the drawing desk, modifying details seemingly unsatisfied with so of them.
Luo Di quietly approached, looking over the girl’s shoulder at the drawing paper.
What he saw seed to be a cover design,
and the core of the cover was a sketch of Luo Di, of his current form,
rainstorm, crossroad, black raincoat, one-ard holding a knife.
However, a girl’s arm had grown on the side, extending out independently to hold an umbrella for him.
Furthermore, below seed to be the design for the back of the book,
showing Luo Di’s frontal view,
but on the cheeks, there were floral tattoos and spreading flower pistils, with the outline faintly showing a girl’s head.
Upon seeing this scene,
Luo Di withdrew the hand he ant to extend.
He chose not to disturb Hua Yuan, as he could feel that Hua Yuan was using recent experiences to create, absorbing relevant experiences through the brushstrokes.
She might beco divine like the shop owner, becoming a unique god with creation at its core.
Exiting the room,
returning to the moon surface,
“Perhaps now I can reach the threshold standard of Central Prison, maybe I could go and take a look. Go out and ask the opinion of the Skinless; if it’s not enough, then stay here a bit longer.
Since Hunter, Teacher Ma ca here.
Maybe in the near future, other teachers and Wu Wen will co here too.
Sigh… I could actually stay longer, the Tomb of the Gods should still have much worth learning, and the Skinless can help best adapt to the standard of Death Row Inmates.
But my hands are trembling, I can’t wait to behead the Pseudo-Person.
Yu Ze, what exactly are you doing now? Does being a dog for Death Row Inmates really feel so good?”
…
Central Prison, independent resting room.
Black glasses with no degree placed on the table.
The special flat suitcase had already unlocked its latch, faint wailing coming from inside.
A young man with black hair brushed back, wearing a suit, sat cross-legged inside,
two fingers as a guide,
“Open!”
The suitcase fully unfolded.
A large number of painful souls were drawn out, flowing with the two fingers towards a talisman-covered container until it was completely filled.
Fire ignited in the palm, burning at the bottom of the container.
When the wailing almost stopped,
the young man directly picked up the container and poured it into his mouth.
His body shook continuously during the process, growing sinister long hair but quickly retracting it inside, while distorted faces surfaced on the skin, one after another, tens of millions, even more.
At the sa ti,
a terrifying woman’s head connected by a long neck slowly raised, emitting an abyssal howl, quickly suppressing these faces.
Burp~
A full burp marked the end,
the young man straightened his tie, standing up again.
A bright smile spread across his face, seemingly happier than ever before, “I’m full, let’s continue selling things. Wish I had gotten in touch with Death Row Inmates earlier, my previous master was practically useless, not even a hair comparable to this Skin Bag Guest.
So convenient,
just need to sell, and I can exchange for the opponent’s highest-value soul.”
The young man clenched his fist, even causing the space to tremble, “I’m terrifyingly strong now, not sure if my compatriots can still keep up. Though, staying here, without peers to chat with is truly lonely, a bit of longing for him, what’s with that?”
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