The Indescribable Octopus Monster

What about Chapter 18? The writing is really good, but no one reads it

Can we update it once a day...(ー`´ー)

Damn, I realized after reading the comments that this is a huge pitfall. I really outlive the author.

What kind of evil did I do to read such a novel that meets the aesthetics but only a little bit of it is a eunuch? Why If I am guilty, please let the lottery draw a coupon of 5000 off 100,000 to punish me instead of encountering a novel but only a little bit of it is a eunuch.

Which boss's trumpet? It's so well written (✪▽✪) No matter how you look at the old world view, it feels like a tragedy.

Let's update after the Chinese New Year. . .

How could I read these 160,000 words over and over again so many times?

I know him, his name is "Data Deletion - Unspeakable - Gram "Data Deletion ■■■" "Beep——————————". He was once contained by the SCP Foundation, and later broke through the containment. He was once called SCP3999 "Among All Things and Me"

Updated again after a few months. . ,

I drew the evil god that Zhang Fuyu saw in the first chapter.

If the octopus monster is not updated, I will die, ah, I will die

Author---! ! !

Lin Luofu clicked on the previous book "Five Thousand Years of Feminism"

The bronze pillars of the judgment seat glowed with a sickly oily sheen under the scorching sun. Zhang Fuyu dug his fingers into the cracks in the rust, and the mucus seeping out from between his nails mixed with the rust and condensed into a dark green gel. He heard his breathing sound like a leaky bellows, and every breath he took had a sticky sound - there must be water in his left lung. "Okay... Okay." When these words came out of his mouth, he tasted the smell of blood surging in his throat, as if he had swallowed a rusty blade alive. The hem of the distant mountain godfather's white robe suddenly moved without any wind, and the blue flames in his skull suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip. A tremor beyond hearing passed through the square. Andra, who was lying on the stone steps, suddenly covered her ears. She saw that her shadow was melting, and a black substance like asphalt seeped out from the shadow, crawling along the cracks in the stone towards the copper pillar. "Squidward." The distant mountain godfather knocked the copper pillar with his knuckles, and the rust rusted down, "Do you know why the trial was chosen at noon?" Zhang Fuyu reluctantly turned his neck, and his dilated pupils reflected the silver sand flowing between the godfather's fingers. Those grains of sand are suspended in the air against gravity, forming a star chart similar to the zodiac. When a grain of silver sand brushed against his ulcerated right shoulder, the rotten flesh suddenly carbonized at a speed visible to the naked eye. "Because the shadow is the shortest at this time." The godfather's bone palm penetrated the star map, and the silver sand was instantly dyed ink, "easy to pack." The severe pain caused Zhang Fuyu's tentacles to curl up in response, and twelve dark red veins swam crazily under the skin. He thought of the old man selling maltose at the subway entrance, who always liked to use a red-hot iron spoon to draw symbols in the syrup - at this moment, his body was the pot of boiling syrup, and something was carving scriptures in his veins. Andra suddenly retched violently, and she found that the asphalt-like substance was eating her footprints. Yuan Gungun knocked away the corpse and rolled it to her feet. The camera above her head flashed red crazily, and the mechanical arm dragged her calf back. By the time the soles of her boots left the ground, the asphalt material had corroded a honeycomb-like pit. "Don't touch!" Kidd's black robe stirred up air waves, and the undead were like bowling pins pushed aside by invisible hands. When he caught Andra in the air, the girl's tactical vest was smoking, the Velcro melting into jelly and dripping. "He is rewriting the laws of reality." Kidd's voice seemed to come from a deep well, "The Godfather's silver sand can temporarily solidify the pollution properties, but it requires a carrier..." Before he finished speaking, Zhang Fuyu suddenly let out an inhuman scream. His left arm swelled as if it were inflated, with hundreds of squirming balls protruding under the skin. At a certain moment, these flesh balls exploded at the same time, and twelve shadow threads burst out of the body - this time they were as thick as fire hoses, and their surface was covered with eyeball-like protrusions. "Beware of refraction!" Ietta suddenly pulled away from her godfather, and a silk thread brushed against her ear bone, plowing a steaming ravine on the stone steps. There was no dust flying around the location where it was hit. Instead, it had a mirror-like texture, reflecting countless twisted undead figures. Zhang Fuyu's consciousness is undergoing a strange topological transformation. He saw Kidd's action of holding Andra disassembled into 24 frames per second film, the star map of the Godfather of the Mountain was a cross-section of a Klein bottle, and his own internal organs were circulating on a Möbius strip. When the second thread penetrated the copper pillar, he heard laughter. It's the kind of laughter that comes from the bottom of a well. Moist, mossy laughter came from the depths of every carbonized cell. "I said..." Zhang Fuyu suddenly grinned, showing his fangs covered in blood foam, "Have you ever seen Genshui City at four in the morning?" The undead group froze for a moment. This meme originated from a classic quote from a certain basketball superstar. After being spread by players, it derived the special meaning of "seeking death" in the Suante language. Twelve silk threads were suddenly twisted into a twist, with a vague outline of a shark's head emerging from the tip. When the godfather's silver sand barrier was violently penetrated, Zhang Fuyu finally saw the true appearance of those "sharks" - each one was made up of miniature tombstones, and the inscription on the inscription was the name of his elementary school teacher. Black humor ferments under the threat of death. He remembered that the head teacher always used a triangle to hit his tentacles: "Classmate Zhang Fuyu, please put away the seafood specialties!" "To survive or not to survive?" The godfather's white robe bulged into a sail, and the blue flame collapsed into a black hole in his skull, "This is... ..." "Wrong!" Zhang Fuyu screamed and slammed into the copper pillar, and the tombstone sharks swarmed over, "Is it cheese-baked lobster or garlic vermicelli steamed abalone!" The absurd homophone caused a chain reaction in the polluted site. The silver sand star map suddenly twisted into the shape of a lobster claw, a certain undead who was making seals made an uncontrollable "rock" gesture, and the asphalt material began to secrete white foam similar to cream. In the chaos, Andela broke away from Kidd's arms. The soles of her combat boots had been corroded with holes, revealing the bleeding gauze - it was scratched by broken glass three days ago while trying to get a map. When the girl limped up to the trial platform, the round mechanical arm grabbed her trousers tightly, and the gears were overloaded and sparks shot out. "Let go." She said softly, digging her nails into the old wound in her palm. The monitoring probe swings left and right, and finally the green breathing light lights up. The moment the robotic arm was released, the spare battery pack popped out of the hatch - it was a solar power bank it picked up from the garbage dump, and the outer shell also had a sticker saying "XX Milk Tea Shop Opening Big Offer". Andra stuffed the power bank back into Yuan Gong Wan's body and suddenly leaned over to kiss its cold camera. There is nothing romantic about this action, more like a prayer before loading a pistol. When she finally reached the hanging tentacles of Zhang Fuyu, she found that the soft tissues were crystallizing. Through the translucent skin, you can see that what flows in the blood vessels is not blood, but a blue substance similar to the luminous body of jellyfish. "Wake up." She tore open the hidden pocket of the tactical vest and took out a tube of adrenaline with chewing gum stuck on it. "You said you would teach me how to write an epitaph." The moment the needle penetrated the tentacle, the crystallized part suddenly exploded with a rainbow-colored halo. A vortex like Van Gogh's "Starry Night" appeared in the whites of Zhang Fuyu's eyes, and twelve silk threads made a roar like a pipe organ in unison. In a dimension beyond the laws of physics, he saw Andra's fears unfolding infinitely like fractal geometry - the fear of death superimposed on the fear of loneliness, the fear of betrayal wrapped in the fear of hope, nested layer by layer without end. The white robe of the distant mountain godfather suddenly burst into flames. It was not an ordinary flame, but a silver-blue cold flame similar to burning film. The stranger's dying memories kept flashing in the flames. "That's enough!" Kidd's bone palm penetrated the godfather's chest and grasped the collapsed blue flame, "This is the same trick you used when you burned Jujiro to death three hundred years ago." The undead group suddenly fell into an eerie silence. The wind swept the sand across the judgment seat, carving spiral patterns on the surface of the copper pillars. Zhang Fuyu heard a heartbeat coming from the ground, and the frequency was completely synchronized with the second hand of Andela's watch. When the first crack appeared in the godfather's skull, a buzz like an air raid siren suddenly came from the direction of New City. The unique high-frequency vibration of the metal worm caused the asphalt material to boil, and the marbles in the round bearings beat wildly, playing "Ode to Joy" with a wild tune. "The trial is suspended." Iyeta laughed suddenly, twirling his fingertips around the ends of his hair, "I bet five pounds of bone powder that Jha must have used the safety bolt of the three-phase bullet as a toothpick." ---

It seems that I am finally tired, and I rarely have the mood to read novels recently. For me a few months ago, or even ten years ago, it would have been unbelievable for me not to read for a long time, but now I have gradually gotten used to it. I gradually cannot read novels, I gradually cannot imagine the mood of the protagonist, I no longer feel refreshed and sentimental, and I gradually become impetuous and realistic, drowning in daily necessities...

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