It's a very appealing taste. Perhaps completely starved, after receiving such a stimulus from the sense of smell, the mouth secreted more water again, moistening the already chapped throat. Originally, I couldn't make a single sound, but now I can finally make a faint sound a little "branching".

Moving his nose again, Kasia's body instinctively searched for the source of the scent. It seemed to be edible, and he longed for energy to add to his body.

The scent was so close to him that he could dimly judge it by smell. It seemed to be right on his arm, with only basic thinking power, and he didn't think about too complicated issues now. So his mouth opened, and instinctively stretched out his dry tongue, and in the darkness, using smell as his eyes, Kasia licked little by little the things that gave off a special fragrance that stuck to his arms.

It's liquid, and the touch comes from the dry and hard tongue. I don't know what it smells like, and my nose is only filled with fragrance, and without a little light, it's impossible to see what this thing is. In addition to the fragrance, there is also the coldness. The temperature around me should be dozens of degrees below zero, but these liquids can still exist well and still remain in a state of flow, which shows the difference between these things on the other hand.

The licking action is light. It was supposed to be a simple move, but Kasia ran into a problem at this point. He felt that he was encountering a lot of resistance, not that he did not have the strength to drive his tongue. It's something that grows on the tongue or on the arm, like a hard brush, in the shape of barbs, all over the place.

His senses weren't particularly sensitive, and he couldn't tell the exact situation. Every time I lick it, I can feel the pain of being cut on one side of my arm and tongue. Not only because of the cold, but also because of the sense of smell that is being taken care of by the body's instinct and recovering early. It is there that the sensations generated are the most intense, in a sense overshadowing the other sensations.

So it wasn't unbearable pain, on the contrary, the right amount of pain, but it stabbed Kasia's body, and all his senses were speeding up.

My stomach was hungry, and the action of licking those liquids was getting faster and faster. Because of the infusion of these invisible liquids, the body gradually gained some strength. The stomach pouch is also awakened in its slumber. There didn't seem to be a problem with digestion, and in Kasia's most basic perception, when the liquid was swallowed, it didn't even have time to enter the stomach pouch, and on the way, it was completely broken down and digested by his own body.

What could it be? As I began to think about it, the liquid on my arm was quickly licked up. He continued to follow the smell search, and soon found the same thing spread out on the ground. Right next to him, he bent down, and the aroma suddenly surrounded him.

At this time, the body seemed to come to life and be moisturized with water, and it was a strong sense of excitement to see the food. But at the same time, there is vigilance, as well as hostility inside. It is only two very weak feelings that have the momentum to appear, and they disappear into the excitement of the carnival.

Licking then turns into swallowing. The throat agitated, the tearing sensation of thirst disappeared, and the hunger in the stomach pouch was quickly relieved. The cold that emanated from the bones began to disappear because of the warmth that gradually appeared in the veins.

And at some point, Kasia also felt that her head was heating up. It's not the heat or cold, it's from somewhere in his head, burning something invisible in his body, like spirit and soul. The consciousness was not awake in the first place, because of the abnormal appetite that was constantly expanding in the head, and then began to lose consciousness little by little. Coupled with the current flame-like heat, he can no longer support it.

The body can still move, but the consciousness can no longer keep up with the body's movements. At this time, Kasia didn't even know how the body worked. It was as if something was wrong, and something else controlled his physical movements. Perhaps it could just be called instinct, Kasia thought at the end. The allure of food was also approaching its peak at this time, frantically slamming at the remaining sobriety in his head. In the end, of course, he couldn't resist, and Kasia's spirit collapsed, and the exhaustion rolled up, and he struggled frantically inside.

It can be assumed that everything is moving in a good direction. It was as if there was something in the liquid that his body needed, and the energy and lost matter were indeed replenished. Soon after, the scent disappeared in an instant. There was nothing left on the ground, and nothing left around was dispensable aromas. Kasia's consciousness took a breath at this point.

Searching for the last source of the scent, his body squirmed on the ground with some strength. Soon after, my nose touched a cold object, with the touch of steel, and the fragrance came from it.

It is a sealed container, and there should be a notch that allows liquid to leak out. He tried to reach out and touch the container in front of him with difficulty.

The shape of the vessel had not been estimated, and the entire ground seemed to be moving forward, which was reminded of by the pitiful weakness of Kasia's body. He seemed to be lying on top of an object that was moving at a constant velocity.

"Ding!" the slightest force caused the vessel to roll on the very smooth ground with a slight force. Then he rolled not far and touched other steel alloy products, making a crisp sound.

Memories suddenly flashed back to this moment, and although the obvious fault could not be filled, Kasia seemed to know where it was. The space was constantly moving, the cold air, there were no lights, and the cylindrical steel cans, and he shouldn't be on the train 、、、、 himself?

This is the cold storage of the frozen jar! I finally remembered, because of the brief stimulation, consciousness was restored a little more.

You can't stay here all the time, not only will it be more and more difficult to breathe in a closed space, but the temperature here is not a range that you can stay in for a long time. This immediately appeared in his head, and Kasia rested for a while, which was considered to save his strength. The attraction of the scent was still there, but because he remembered something in a blur, it seemed that he could hold on a little longer.

For about two or three minutes, Kasia found that her body was not adequately replenished by rest, but rather a lot weaker. He knew that what he needed now was not rest, but simply the unknown liquid in those steel jars.

Maybe it would be better to spread the cross pupils, he thought, using Sucarus's method, he could now help him suppress the manic dragon tissue in his body.

So he took several deep breaths, he resisted the discomfort in his lungs, and when he exhaled, opened his cross pupils.

In an instant, there was a huge roar in his ears, a roar, like endless thunder in a storm. The whole world seemed to be filled with this sound, and a warm liquid suddenly appeared in his ears, which was blood. The pain was accompanied by a feeling of vertigo, and it was like a raging wave that slammed into his brain.

Kasia subconsciously wanted to turn off this state, and his body seemed to become a source of sound. But even with the entire auditory system blocked, the roar still resounded in the depths of the spirit and soul. And the speed was a little slower, and when he wanted to close the state of the cross pupils, the roar that came from out of nowhere suddenly increased several times. His body began to twitch, and his spirit sinked between collapse and lucidity.