After Luther left, silence returned to Ryder's room.

If Luther had just opened the door and walked in, he would have found that his good friend Ryder had become a ghost, very scary and weird.

To save money, Ryder rented a studio with no partition between the living room and his sleeping bed.

After entering the door, through a short hallway is the living room, and then to the left hand side is his bed and bathroom, the kitchen and the balcony are connected, half half, half for cooking, half for drying.

Ryder usually keeps his house clean and welcoming, even if he lives alone.

But at this time, this usually warm and clean room has all been covered with red silk threads similar to spider silk, although they look like silk threads, but they are actually viscous red liquid, and they are still flowing slowly when you look closely.

The source and center of these red threads is Ryder lying in bed.

At this time, Ryder no longer looked like a normal person, his legs and hands had disappeared, but turned into red silk threads all over the room.

A large hole was cut open in his waist and abdomen, and a thick red liquid was flowing slowly.

Ryder's face was pale and bloodless, and if it weren't for the fact that his lips were still trembling slightly, and his eyes still had a hint of radiance, he would look almost like a corpse.

During these few days, Ryder also experienced the initial dazedness and intermediate fear, and the final despair and now numbness.

By now, he has no hope for life at all, he only hopes that he can die early and end this pain as soon as possible.

Looking at his numb look, in his split waist and abdomen, the sticky red liquid also flowed, converged, and finally turned into a terrifying and hideous head.

This hideous head opened its terrifying big mouth all at once, and said in a hoarse and strange voice: "It's a pity, the little fat man at the door just now smells very delicious."

"His internal organs are healthy and perfect except for the excess fat on his liver."

"But those excess fats are not a different delicacy for me now, and I can't help but drool when I think of those fragrant fats."

Speaking of this, this blood-red hideous head also slowly rose from Ryder's waist and abdomen, directly attached to his numb and trembling face, and said with fishy and warm breath.

"Why didn't you just call him in, and you'll be relieved when he comes in and I'll eat him."

"Haven't you been wanting to die early these days to free yourself? Why didn't you seize such a good opportunity just now?

"I don't know how long it will take to wait for another one to be delivered."

Hearing the blood-red hideous head's slightly pitying words, Ryder also trembled his dry lips and said firmly: "Luther is my friend, I don't allow you to hurt him."

"I feel weaker and weaker these days, which shows that if I wait long enough, I can still die."

"When I die, you monster won't survive, so you will go to hell with me."

Ryder looked at the hideous blood-red head in front of him, his face calm but his tone cursed seriously.

At the beginning, he still thought about why he was so unlucky, why did he let himself encounter such a thing?

But after these few days of painful encounters, he has now given up hope of life and just wants to take this terrifying monster to hell together.

Upon seeing this terrifying monster appear in front of him, Ryder also understood why Cletus had previously appeared. Cassady, the crazy serial killer who was able to escape from a heavily guarded prison and run away for so long without being apprehended.

It turns out that the serial killer has always had this terrible monster on him.

Now possessed by Ryder, the unbearable monster who tortured him is the one who once possessed Cletus. The massacre on Cassady.

In fact, it is not accurate to say that it is a massacre, but it does not seem to be correct to say that it is not a massacre.

Because the real massacre has been completely devoured by the toxin, now it is also a massacre, but it is Cletus. The remnants of the symbiote in Cassady's body gather together to contain the symbiote of the will to slaughter.

If it weren't for this unlucky bastard in front of him, Ryder would have touched Cletus first. Cassady's corpse and new massacre also have no chance from Clettus. Cassady's body was transferred out, and he could only stay quietly on the corpse that had lost his life, to meet the death of a new life.

But fortunately, the sky did not die, and it survived after all, and parasitized on Ryder's body.

It's just that it's too weak, so even if it drains all the energy in Ryder's body, there is no way to return to its normal state.

It can feel that the energy gap in its body is still very large, at least a few more Ryder like this.

This is why Ryder's body became the way it is, and Ryder's room became the way it is.

The slaughter turned Ryder's body into his lair and his flesh and blood into his own tentacles.

He turned Ryder's originally warm and clean home into his hunting nest, waiting for someone to push the door in and break into the trap to feed it.

Despite the good idea, Ryder's refusal to cooperate has kept him in the past few days.

Luther at the door just now was already the most suitable, the most exciting for him, and the most likely to step into the prey here, but Ryder would rather continue to suffer than cooperate with it.

Otherwise, as long as Ryder asked Luther to come in and help him get something, Luther would definitely push the door in without hesitation.

Thinking of this, the slaughter became even more angry, and as punishment, it stretched out a tentacle and pinched Ryder's heart fiercely, causing the other party's originally numb face to twist again.

"How long do you think you can hold out? Even if you die, I can live on your flesh and blood for a few more days, do you think no one will come to you in these days? By then you will be dead, and who can get in my way.

Slaughter licked Ryder's pale face and cracked his mouth with a hoarse smile.

"Don't you cherish those friends of yours very much?"

"If you call in sick for days on end, they will definitely care about you and come to see you."

"At that time, I will eat them all one by one, and since you are friends, let them accompany you too, so that you are not alone, are you?"

The slaughter said with a sly smile, which made Ryder shudder.

He struggled in pain, trying to bite off his tongue, choke himself to death with blood, and suffocate himself with his broken tongue.

But whenever he had just had this idea, the carnage had reached out and pinched his cheek, making it impossible for him to continue.

"Remember, now your life is not your own, but mine, you are my best bait, but you can't die until you play your due value, and I won't allow you to die!"

Hoarse laughter echoed in the room, and Ryder closed his eyes with some despair and pain as he looked at the slaughter's hideous face.

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