Bobota was still chattering to himself, completely immersed in his own world, and did not even notice that his skin began to appear cracks in the blazing sun. At the same time, a large amount of stinky liquid mixed with thick green pus and sweat dripped continuously, and then evaporated by the hot sand, filling the air with a rotten smell.
After five minutes, Popota finally stopped talking. Because he saw the cracked skin all over his body and the evaporated flesh and blood.
"I never realized that my sense of smell and pain have disappeared? Are I about to collapse?"
Extremely complicated emotions flashed through Bobota's eyes, including shock, fear and fear.
Even though he had thought about the scene of his death countless times and was ready to die, when it came to this moment, he still felt timid and fearful.
For some, death is not the end, but a symbol of another freedom from bondage. But for Popota, death means that the soul will be imprisoned by the devil forever. How can Popota not be afraid at the thought of eternal sinking?
Bobota even thought about letting his soul be completely annihilated, but he did not have the courage, and he was shackled by the devil's contract, so he was unable to do it.
Now, he can only watch the flesh and blood on his body evaporate, and finally go to death.
Death was inevitable, and after a long period of timidity, Popota finally accepted her fate. There was regret and guilt in his eyes, which finally turned into helplessness and relief.
When he felt his body getting weaker and weaker and no longer able to watch the revolving door of memories, Bobota finally walked out of the rainforest called 'self'.
Popota looked at Angel and said softly: "Sir, the time is almost up."
Angel nodded, responding to Bobota's words.
"I have lived a very miserable life. Most of the time, I have been searching and losing." Popota: "In the beginning, my sister and I depended on each other, because we couldn't see the goal and lived in confusion; later, I In the inheritance of my ancestors, I found my goal - to revive the glory of the Baiyuan clan. At that time, I really thought that I had found the direction of my life's struggle. However, I did not expect that after finding the so-called goal, I lost it. My favorite sister."
"Later, I began to look for my sister, the future, and the way in which the prophecy could bring me strength. In the same way, I also lost myself, my soul, and my original intention."
"After going through so much, I now realize that the most peaceful moments in my life were actually during the period when I had no goals... Also, during the past few months when I was in the adult bracelet." Bobo Ta showed a self-deprecating look: "The former means that you don't have to worry about the goal, while the latter means that you will exile yourself knowing that you cannot achieve the goal."
"Now it seems that all my pursuits in this life are just illusions. What I enjoy more is being a carefree person."
"But, there is no chance."
When Popota said this, he seemed to be confessing his past self in his heart and fell into a long silence. After a while, he continued: "Sir, thank you for taking care of me during this time."
Angel just stared at Bobota quietly, waiting for his words.
"This morning, luckily another deformed soft worm hatched out. I have isolated it in the insect nest. Also, I have recorded the experience of cultivating soft worms that I have studied with my sister these days. The book is placed on the table, adults can check it at any time."
Popota continued to ramble: "Although the soft deformed insects do not need to be cultivated with gold, they may still die if they are not taken care of for a long time. Therefore, if you still plan to continue to cultivate the soft deformed insects, try your best to cultivate them after my death. Find someone to take my place sooner.”
"Furthermore, if the female worm is not continuously stimulated, she will probably lose the ability to give birth to soft shape-shifting worms. But if she is stimulated too frequently, her lifespan will be consumed. Too much is not enough..."
Popota talked a lot about the soft shape-shifting insects, probably hoping to ignore the physical collapse.
Angel looked at Bobota, who was almost covered in ulcers, and nodded slightly: "I understand."
After a pause, Angel looked at Bobota: "Do you have anything else to say?"
Popota paused for a moment and then said: "Although my sister kept telling me not to trouble the adults because of her, in the end, it was her who I still couldn't let go of. I couldn't look at her anymore. If the adults could Just help her and I’ll be satisfied.”
Angel: "Huahua has also helped me. No matter in terms of interest exchange or emotion, I will try my best to help her."
"Thank you." Popota wanted to smile to express his gratitude, but as soon as he smiled, a piece of skin wrapped in flesh and blood fell off from the corner of his mouth.
Angel: "Besides, what else do you want to say?"
Popota thought for a while, "Aside from my sister, the one I care about most is Dudolo..."
When Dudolo was mentioned, Popota seemed to think of something and suddenly paused. After a while, he shook his head: "Originally I thought about it...but forget it, Dudolo has his own ideas. My dream and the burden of the Baiyuan clan should not be forced on him."
"Now I just hope that Dudolo can live. After all, he is the last person of the Baiyuan clan. Even if it cannot become the hope of the eternal night, it should not become the despair of the end."
When Popota said this, he looked at Angel: "However, this shouldn't worry me. And I believe that your Excellency will choose the best way for Dudolo. After all, Your Excellency is the one who has the deepest feelings in Dudolo's heart. The most indelible faith.”
When the words fell, Bobota's skin had completely collapsed. It looks like a corpse that was skinned in the laboratory, terrifying and terrifying.
Angel was silent for a moment: "The time is almost up."
Bobota lowered his head, looking at his "all-in-view" internal organs and skeleton, and laughed at himself: "I should be ugly the way I look now. Fortunately, my sister didn't see this scene."
After finishing speaking, Popota looked at Angel and said softly in a voice that could only be heard by himself: "Thank you, sir... Farewell."
After Bobota finished speaking, he closed his eyes.
He could see himself, only one step away from final death.
Because there are also cracks in the thinking space that does not exist in this world. At the same time, a thick black mist floated out from the crack.
When the black fog dispersed, a circle of light emerged from the middle of the black fog.
Just like a total solar eclipse.
This is the profound imprint, the true name and number of the peerless Great Demon God, the Lord of Profundity.
The last time it appeared, it was when Bobota used the profound imprint to consume all its potential and fight hard; and its appearance this time means...
The time has come for him to pay the price for the devil's contract.
