238 brain-eating

In a city more than a thousand miles away from the Wanjian Mountains, there is a gorgeous and luxurious huge mansion. A famous martial artist in armor is closely guarding the surroundings of the mansion. In the dark, there is a hidden strong spiritual power fluctuation. Obviously, there is a strong man hiding in it...

In the depths of this huge mansion, there is a lot of laughter at this moment, with bursts of loud laughter and seductive aroma of wine and vegetables faintly coming out of the huge living room in the mansion.

Maupassant lay comfortably on the soft and luxurious chair, drinking a glass of wine with the fragrance of wine like emerald, with a pleasant flush and excitement on his face.

"Come on... Cheers, everyone! Eat and drink slowly. You are the distinguished guests of my family. There are many good wine and dishes..." Wentzby, dressed in a silver-white robe, smiled gently and looked at the people who were eating and drinking, with a strong smile on the corners of his mouth.

He has been looking forward to this day for too long, and now his wish has finally come true.

"Hahaha.... How long has it been? I don't remember how long it's been since I had such a delicious wine and dish! And this wine is delicious!!! Hahaha..." A bald 60-year-old man with a fierce face bit a leg of mutton and hurriedly poured wine into his mouth.

Not only him, but also everyone else is devouring, as if they hadn't eaten for a hundred years.

"Yes! This time, thanks to Brother Maupassant and Winzby's nephew, otherwise we won't have many chances to escape from that damn place in this life..." Another old goatee looked up and took a sip of wine, then narrowed his eyes and sighed.

Although he said so, the old man's eyes flashed slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Gentlemen, cheers to our success!" A tall old man who was lying lazily in the chair stood up, picked up his wine glass, and said loudly.

"Yes! Let's have another drink!"

"A toast!"

"Come on..."

When everyone heard the words, everyone stood up and raised the wine glass in their hands. As for the two elders who went to the Wanjian Mountains to help the crowd, they were even more happy and greeted everyone with a good spirit.

"Wow! For many years, since my father accidentally fell into the Wanjian Mountains, my three brothers have sworn in front of my mother that they would definitely save my father! For this reason, my eldest brother and second brother lost their lives in the Wanjian Mountains. Fortunately, I mixed into the power demon clan with my natural magic power. Now, my father has come out, but my eldest brother, second brother, and mother are gone..." Wentsby held the wine glass and turned his head to look at the bright sky outside the window. His eyes were a little confused...

Over the years, he has paid too much for that oath!

"My son... Come on, have a drink with your father!"

An old and peaceful voice suddenly interrupted Wencesby's meditation. Hearing this, Wentsby quickly picked up the glass, smiled gently, and was about to touch the handed glass.

"My son, don't think so much. We will definitely be the dominant side in the family in the future, and the power will be in hand!" Maupassant swept over the people who were still eating and drinking crazily without a trace, and the light in his eyes became brighter and brighter.

When Wentsby heard the words, he also swept away the sadness just now and became excited. As for the deep meaning in Maupassant's words, he clearly knew it.

Now their father and son control the life and death of these strong spiritual slaves and the antidote to life and death, which makes the two of them suddenly improve their status in the family. As long as they manage well, they will have boundless prospects in the future.

In vain, Wentsby's face changed in an instant, and suddenly turned pale. His heart trembled, and a strong and bad emotion suddenly surged into his heart.

"It's not good! Ah!..." Wentzby felt a focused sharp pain in his head in vain, as if something was desperately biting inside his head....

Strict pain!

Unbearable severe pain!

Wentzby's whole body trembled unconsciously, which made him scream involuntarily, and the wine glass in his hand had been crushed.

"Ah! It hurts! My head..." Maupassant was also attacked by a torrent of severe pain in an instant, and his face was ferocious and terrible.

"Ah! What's going on? Ah..."

While Wentzby screamed, the other six people, including him, also screamed repeatedly. It was unbearable for the severe pain that was as high as a wave. Like ten thousand ants eating their hearts, the severe pain made everyone almost crazy!

"Boom!....."

The painful old goat beard old man with a ferocious face, smashed the banquet in front of him with one punch, screamed like crazy, patted his head with both hands, and roared with short breath, but it didn't work at all...

"No! How could this happen! I don't want to! It must be the devil who did it on us! Damn the power demon clan! Damn it!" Wentzby almost fainted in pain, and his consciousness gradually blurred. In the depths of his head, a snow-white worm crazily bit all the flesh and blood in front of him, and his crystal body kept expanding, and there was a danger of bursting at any time.

As for the rest of the people, without exception, screaming repeatedly, as if they were enduring the capital punishment of heaven and earth.

"Wo-hoo..."

Almost subconsciously, everyone rushed a stream of spiritual power and soul power into their heads, trying to kill the snow-white worm that was in chaos, but the worm was not afraid, and its whole body was shining with a snow-white halo, as if it had integrated into the spiritual power and soul power, but the speed of devouring flesh and blood was getting faster and more. Get fierce.

And the light silver energy in Wentsby's body did not play a role at all. Instead, it angered the snow-white worm and desperately devours the flesh and blood in Wentsby's head.

In fact, this snow-white worm is not as terrible as immortality, but they parasitize these people from the eggs, absorb their blood and spiritual power in the body to survive, and naturally produce antibodies, and the parasite's spiritual power and spiritual consciousness will not do any harm to it.

And the moment they feel the death of their mother, they will fall into a state of self-explosion in an instant. They desperately bite the flesh and blood of the parasite's brain and want to suppress the impulse of self-exploding for a moment, but after all, they still can't resist the impulse, and suddenly exploded in the parasitic body one by one.

"Wenzby, what's wrong with you guys?" The elders of the two families stood up in astonishment and saw the screaming people in front of them, and their eyes were full of disbelief.

"Ah! Peng!" An old man with a cold face and a knife-like face screamed sadly, and his head suddenly burst open, and a stream of fine flesh and blood mixed with white brain plasma sprayed all over the ground.

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

"Peng!".....

As the old man's head exploded, in a moment, there were three muffled sounds of his head bursting again, and the hall was suddenly messy and bloody.

Wentsby, Maupassant, and another old man were also miserable at this time. They curled up on the ground, and there were bursts of suffocating pain in their brains. Their bodies convulsed involuntarily. In the brains of the three people, three snow-white insects, under the attack of spiritual power and spiritual knowledge, bit all the tissues in the core of their heads more and more crazily. ..

"Puff!" Maupassant suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood, and his breath weakened rapidly. In a blink of an eye, he reached the verge of death. Just as he was struggling to die, his head suddenly burst and died in an instant.

"Peng!"

"Peng!" Two more shocking muffled sounds came out, and Wentzby and another old man's head suddenly burst and died on the spot.

The dead bodies and disgusting blood on the ground permeated, and the eight strong men who were still talking and laughing died in an instant.

"This... This..."

"It must be that the power demon clan has left something else in their bodies! Hateful, eight strong sword emperors died in front of us for a moment!" The two elders looked pale and gritted their teeth with infinite regret.

Things have developed to this extent, and they can naturally clearly guess that it is probably caused by the strong backhand left by the demon clan quietly on everyone.