Chapter 163: Water Method Saves Lives, Collecting Worms, Mutation

This is a fear of tight spaces, combined with the sight of blood—enough to drive most people mad.

In the corner, David, who had just stood up, felt utterly sick, especially when he saw his business partner splattered with blood, slimy worms clinging to him like clumps of noodles writhing.

He suddenly wanted to go to the windowsill for some air.

Louis acted swiftly; the total eclipse had clearly caused an effect, triggering the lip-feeding worms to go berserk, but this was mainly because these worms left egg sacs inside the human body while feeding on fat.

Under these conditions, massive numbers of lip-feeding worms hatched and went berserk, completely destroying and bursting the human bodies.

Louis first went downstairs and unplugged the livestreaming equipment—he didn't want to broadcast this to all of America.

Then, facing the panicked crowd, a question arose.

Save them? Or not?

Louis didn't hesitate long—if you're not a monster, why not save someone when you can?

He went to the restroom, filled a basin with water, and pulled out five talismans covered in incantations.

Splash!

Flames burned as Louis chanted; black and ash sank to the bottom, dissolved, and turned the water murky.

He stepped out and looked at Jiali; Jiali, with perfect understanding, used telekinesis to forcibly control a person, lifting their head and forcing their mouth open, then the liquid rose upward into their mouth.

After feeding one, he waved his hand to immobilize them aside, then another person was brought before the basin.

His movements flowed like an assembly line—within a blink, he had controlled over a dozen people.

Those who drank the water immediately reacted—their abdominal pain intensified, and they vomited a large amount of bloody sludge, clearly filled with countless tiny lip-feeding worms.

But not everyone could vomit; more people simply had their bellies explode, their arms burst open, their skulls rupture…

They were all the ones with more worm eggs inside them.

The Water Method didn't guarantee saving them all.

Even so, of the dozen or so, three or five showed signs of improvement—they might live.

At this point, the remaining people, now freed from the screaming chaos, finally calmed down a little; seeing Jiali's actions, they understood and stumbled forward, pleading.

One man seemed to recognize Jiali and hurriedly said, "Please, save me… I—I'm with the Yaoguan Bureau."

Jiali instantly glanced at him, eyes widening slightly; the next moment, the remaining dozen were all forcibly controlled, their mouths gaping wide, liquid pouring into their stomachs like enemas.

Then, he immobilized them all and watched silently as they changed.

Some failed; some succeeded.

Jiali was saving lives—what about Louis?

After creating the talisman water, Louis became a god of fire, burning the emerging larval lip-feeding worms everywhere, while using his Primordial Spirit power to pluck individual larvae from the blood and gore, suspending them in midair.

In just one minute, Louis had captured every single larva in the entire large room.

Then he began searching for adult worms; according to Jeff, there were only ten adults—he had one in his hand, one in the glass cabinet on the stage for volunteers—so where were the other eight?

And the meteor that caused the leeches to mutate.

Soon, Louis found his target.

Dr. Herbert Sloan, the handsome man from earlier, was now stumbling toward the elevator, apparently trying to escape; ahead of him, the fat volunteer blocked his path.

"Sloan! Look at what you've done!"

The volunteer grabbed him and threw him to the ground.

Sloan looked agonized. "I—I didn't expect this. It wasn't what I wanted. I ran every experiment, got approval from the Yaoguan Bureau—I didn't mean for this."

"The total eclipse—yes, it must be the magnetic field's influence that triggered the lip-feeding worms' berserk state and hatched the eggs."

"Damn it, I—I can't, ah!"

A scream—Dr. Sloan's body began rumbling loudly; pop! pop! Two eyeballs dropped out.

His skull was literally pried open by two tentacles!

Snap!

His entire head split in two at that moment; his chest swelled, wriggling like a worm, slowly moving upward.

Soon, a giant lip-feeding worm, as large as a human torso, shattered his collarbones, tore open his chest, and forcibly crawled out.

Boom!!

Blood and flesh sprayed everywhere.

The fat volunteer stood frozen, drenched in blood and flesh fragments, as if he'd crawled out of a pile of corpses—disgusting, filthy.

"Move aside."

Behind him, Louis strode forward; the flying blood and flesh couldn't get near him—his Primordial Spirit power covered a twenty-meter radius without blind spots, even bullets (small-caliber, handgun rounds) couldn't penetrate!

So when the fat man finally turned his head, he saw Louis completely clean, not a single drop of blood on him.

Louis shoved the fat man aside.

Louis looked at the giant lip-feeding worm slowly crawling on the ground—tch, disgusting.

But the key is…

Swipe!

A pen from Sloan's pocket shot out and pierced straight through the giant worm's tentacle—no resistance at all.

Louis looked disappointed. "That's it? That's all?"

Is this its combat power?

Slow movement, soft body, no special abilities—then why grow this big?

What a failed mutation.

Disappointed, Louis slashed off all its tentacles; his ruby ring glowed faintly, and fierce flames erupted across its body.

"Sloan's dead. Ask his assistant."

At this moment, Jiali had saved eight people, including the man who recognized her and claimed to be from the Yaoguan Bureau.

"Louis, he…" Jiali told Louis everything; Louis nodded and looked at the man.

The eight survivors were all alive, but pale, weak, like living corpses.

The lip-feeding worm eggs had hatched inside them; even though the Water Method successfully expelled them, their internal organs were damaged—they were only being kept alive by the Water Method's power.

Without prompt medical treatment, they would die.

"Who among you is Dr. Sloan's assistant or employee? Do you know where his other lip-feeding worms and the meteor are? These dangerous items must be secured immediately." Louis said, giving a plausible excuse.

One woman spoke up: "I know—they're under the counter. The doctor planned to use them for an event today…"

"As for the meteor, it's at the company's headquarters."

"Good, thank you very much."

He immediately went to the counter and found eight glass jars beneath it; the lip-feeding worms inside were frantically slamming against the glass walls, but their attacks were too weak to damage the glass at all.

Honestly, even after growing so large, they were still pathetically weak—combat power was negligible—but like Sloan, Louis cared more about their economic potential.

In America, the weight-loss industry is truly a blue ocean.

Perhaps, with my Gushu, I could someday neutralize the side effects of these lip-feeding worms?

As for the meteor…

It's at the Xire Company.

That didn't surprise him—such things are always controlled by those with real power.

So to get the meteor, I'll need to think…

Before he finished thinking, David suddenly shouted.

"Bad news, Louis—someone's coming up."

??

So what if someone's coming?

"A group in black robes killed the staff! They're on the fourth floor—coming up the stairs!"

Black robes?

Where did these come from?

"Don't panic. Let's see what's going on. By the way—you're from the Yaoguan Bureau?"

Louis looked at the man on the ground and instantly recognized him—he was one of Michael's men!

"Yes, I was with Captain Michael in Orlando. I've seen Jiali's file. Didn't expect to meet you here—and you saved my life. Don't worry—I won't report it."

"No need. Report it."

We don't even know what's going on here—maybe it's the Xire Company behind this. That's America's usual horror trope—let the authorities handle it.

Not my problem.

I just want my cut.

At this moment.

Boom!

The seven black-robed figures finally arrived, kicking open the door.

But as soon as they looked inside, they froze.

Was this a sacrifice?

Blood and flesh everywhere, corpses, scorch marks, a few pale people—alive or dead? the scene was beyond description.

Did we run into rivals?

No—that can't be right. The Great Demon's guidance pointed here—so what happened here?

No time to think—the leader of the heretics stared at Louis and the few still standing.

According to the Demon's guidance, the killer was on the fifth floor. So many dead, only a few left standing—perfect. They've already done the filtering for us.

The heretics said nothing; they immediately pulled out rifles and submachine guns from their robes.

Taptaptap!

Bright tongues of flame erupted from the barrels.

Dozens, hundreds of bullets poured out.

This was humanity's ultimate force—steel bullets did not believe in carbon-based life!

But!

On this continent of the Americas, saturated with mysterious power, high-level mysticism was no less formidable—and now, Louis had barely become one of them.

Especially with Jiali beside him as a formidable ally.

Huh!

Jiali's hair stirred without wind, her eyes cold and emotionless; a powerful force surged from her, freezing every bullet midair—a bizarre scene unfolded.

Hundreds of bullets hung suspended in midair, each golden-yellow round like raindrops, as if time itself had paused.

Then.

Boom!

Before the stunned eyes of all the heretics, the bullets reversed course, like raindrops that had fallen only to surge back into the sky, reforming into a deluge!

Puchipuchipuchi!!!

Indeed, as they had thought, steel bullets did not believe in carbon-based life.

Their bodies were now ravaged like rag dolls, riddled with bullet holes, shredded flesh, severed limbs…

(End of Chapter)