Bo Yi turned around.
The boy who had charged headlong into the black fog without looking back now stood behind him, covered in blood.
His clothes were in tatters, so soaked in blood that their original color was impossible to make out. As he slowly approached, clear signs of corrosion were visible on his exposed skin, revealing the raw red flesh beneath.
"Big brother, it hurts so much..."
When Bo Yi turned around, the corners of the boy's mouth slowly curled upward on a face that was no longer recognizable. He extended an arm whose joints had twisted backward and dragged a leg bent into four sections, groping his way toward Bo Yi step by step.
Bo Yi did not dodge. He stood right where he was, letting dark red handprints appear on his clothes and inch upward-the boy hung from him like a boneless snake, limp and pliant.
"Big brother~ Why aren't you saying anything?" The boy tilted his head up, his breath brushing Bo Yi's chin as he spoke.
Bo Yi lowered his head and stared at that mangled face for two seconds before slowly saying, "I was thinking..."
"Couldn't you put this body together properly before coming out?" In its current state, it was really slowing him down.
The "boy" immediately laughed. His clear, youthful voice suddenly became a man's deep, resonant one. "How did you recognize me so quickly again?"
Bo Yi studied his faintly red eyes, a little puzzled. "Why are you... using a player's identity this time?" After all, in the previous two instances, Mitian had only appeared midway through or later, and he had always used an instance NPC's body or some other inanimate object.
This was the first time Bo Yi had encountered this evil god so early in an instance.
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