Chapter 279

Could the other Blessing have come from that mantis monster?

The figure whose appearance he had never clearly seen but which left a deep impression on him flashed through Fang Mu's mind; his two transmigrations were ultimately related to its attacks.

However, Fang Mu always felt that the mantis monster seemed "too simple," at least compared to an Abnormal god of the Toad God's dimension; it lacked a unique quality.

Although the mantis monster felt much more powerful to him than the toads and frogmen in Nongshan Shandong, if he had to categorize the mantis monster, he would likely place it in the same category as them.

The mantis monster was more like the kin or Servant of another Abnormal god, and that Alien God was many times higher in status than the Toad God.

Slurp, baa...

Having been licked by the little sheep beside him, that silly-looking sheep face was curiously watching Fang Mu; Fang Mu pushed the little sheep away with some helplessness, then squeezed a bit further into the corner.

At this moment, he was squeezed onto the same truck as the sheep; there was no room left in the cab, so in an emergency, one shouldn't be too picky about hitching a ride, and barely squeezing in with the sheep was fine.

But strangely, the little sheep that had been pushed away didn't seem to feel his rejection at all, still shamelessly crowding over as if it had taken a liking to him; in contrast, the other sheep around it seemed to have seen a terrifying creature, crowding to the edge of the truck, standing as far away from Fang Mu as possible, staring at him with their species' peculiar rectangular pupils, fearful and vigilant.

It is often said that animals' sixth sense is far stronger than that of humans who live too comfortably; Fang Mu, who had been "Blessed" by various mysterious Alien Gods, should naturally be feared by animals. In Fang Mu's view, the reaction of the flock was normal, and this little sheep was the abnormal one.

In Western legends, sheep are the animals of demons, with goats at the head; one must know that in their various handed-down books of the strange, the image of the devil is often related to goats, such as demons with goat horns, devils with goat legs for the lower body, and so on. At the same time, the peculiar rectangular pupil shape of sheep is different from other creatures; if one stares at those eyes for too long, people will involuntarily feel uneasy and strange.

Fang Mu realized the strangeness of this little sheep, so he reversed his previous attitude, directly scooped it up, and began to examine this little goat that wasn't afraid of him.

The little fellow thought Fang Mu was playing with it and enjoyed the way Fang Mu stroked its fur, which was similar to petting; it bleated happily, obediently snuggling against Fang Mu, letting him do as he pleased.

When Fang Mu pulled back a patch of fur on the little fellow's hind leg, he froze, and a look of revulsion appeared on his face.

He saw that in that spot, someone had maliciously carved a special symbol with a knife, a pile of features resembling maggots and various cattle, horses, and sheep; beneath the skin of that symbol, something like insects seemed to be squirming and breeding.

"Are you also plagued by a Blessing?" Fang Mu rubbed the head of this obedient and affectionate little goat, then silently looked back at the people sitting in the cab; just a glance was enough for Fang Mu's brain to keenly sense a danger signal, and his muscles tensed up all over.

He saw that the people sitting in the cab were all looking back at him at some point, and even the driver was checking him through the rearview mirror from time to time; they all wore strange smiles, and if Fang Mu's eyes weren't mistaken, he seemed to see that in the mouths of two of them, poisonous insects like centipedes and scorpions were exposing a section of their bodies, still wiggling alive.

Seeing this eerie scene, Fang Mu couldn't help but curse inwardly; he knew he had gotten on the wrong vehicle, and it wasn't just a simple illegal taxi, but likely a deadly truck preparing to dabble in some evil, crooked ways.

Fang Mu pretended not to see and continued to pet the sheep nonchalantly, while secretly calculating how to escape the danger.

Baa...

In an instant, in Fang Mu's eyes, the little sheep in his hand turned into a sheep skeleton covered in rotting flesh, with a ferocious face; it was clearly his eyes, whose abilities occasionally went out of control, persecuting him again.

Fang Mu threw the little goat aside in disgust and looked at the sky, not daring to look at anything else besides the sky, because he knew that at this moment, those things would definitely have turned into appearances he didn't want to recognize.

But that little goat really loved sticking to Fang Mu too much; it approached him on its own again, its sheep head appearing in his field of vision. This time, the little goat's image underwent an even more twisted mutation; he saw its head bloom like a flower, the "petals" covered in sharp teeth, and the hollow flower center spitting out two ugly, large, squirming, and swaying black meat worms.

Fang Mu's heart tightened; he knew that at some point in the future, this little goat would turn into this hideous and terrifying appearance.

Out of fear, Fang Mu pushed the little goat away again and couldn't help but look ahead, only to see that against a background of flickering scarlet space-time, the flock of sheep that had been trembling in terror around him had turned into a group of dull-faced, hunched humanoid creatures; they had mouths full of fangs, hunched backs, and limbs—especially their hind legs—that were extremely robust, with veins bulging out.

They all took the monster the little goat had turned into as their leader and viewed Fang Mu as some kind of food.

Fang Mu had the urge to jump off the truck and run away immediately, but the owner seemed to have guessed his thoughts and suddenly slammed on the accelerator, speeding along the mountain road without guardrails; if Fang Mu were to jump off under these circumstances, death was highly probable, and serious injury was certain.

Fang Mu nervously gripped the railings on both sides of the truck, his body feeling the stimulation of weightlessness as the vehicle swerved sharply; the sheep, which did not have the ability to grab the railings like him, were panicked, tumbling and colliding back and forth on the truck; several unfortunate goats broke their legs on the spot, and their eyes were either directly slashed by sharp objects on the truck, their eyeballs dragged out while still connected by ligaments, which was extremely tragic and bloody.

The tumbling and turning continued for who knows how long; Fang Mu had long since been left with weak legs and dizziness from the high-speed driving and complex road conditions, and it wasn't until the vehicle finally stopped that his nausea didn't worsen further.

Ugh!

Fang Mu vomited uncontrollably; in his confusion and panic, he heard the car doors open and the sound of the people on the truck getting off, and immediately after, he was dragged off the truck by a great force and slammed hard onto the ground.

Fang Mu struggled to get up, but someone stepped on his back, pressing his arched waist back down to the ground, and he immediately let out a painful sound.

"This kid has delicate skin and tender flesh, a good hide; the Goddess should like this kind the most," Fang Mu heard the person stepping on his back say with a weird laugh.

Another person nearby said, "The Goddess doesn't fear having too much food, only too little; this guy who delivered himself to our door is just right to use."

Fang Mu, whose body was dizzy but whose thoughts were not muddled, suddenly felt a sense of foreboding; was he about to be delivered as a meal to some Alien God?