Chapter 241: [Grand Feast] + Mutation, Drew an SSR?!!

【Grand Feast】: The blood of your kin is filled with an alluring fragrance, devour them, and you shall attain immortality~

【Your body stores one unit of Inferior Blood Bag, which has been converted into ten days of Life Blood Essence】

【ps: This Blood Bag was passionately produced by Wang Yilin~】

【【You may add this lifespan to yourself, or convert it into a bestowal for another/it.】

【Note: Depending on the life level of the transmission target, corresponding loss will occur.】

【Current transmission target's life level is in an unstable fluctuation (Low to Medium), estimated loss (1-3 days), do you decide to continue converting the bestowal?】

【Yes/No?】

Feng Mu lowered his head to look at the heart wriggling out a half-lump inside Wang Cong's body, and realized in his heart:

"What I give can be interrupted or taken back at any time, this way I can guard against ungrateful white-eyed wolves."

Feng Mu narrowed his eyes, and looked again at the line of text in the prompt box 【Transmission target's life level is in an unstable fluctuation (Low to Medium)】, feeling slightly puzzled.

A dead person, low is low, medium is medium, shouldn't the verdict be final once the coffin is nailed shut, why is it still in a state of fluctuation?

Could it be that if I stop now, leave him be, Wang Cong could still secretly level up on his own?

A dead person, leveling up!!

Feng Mu suddenly seemed to think of something, he took out his phone, and opened the most recently received text message.

Sender Wang Jian:

Feng Mu, your friend's emotions are very unstable, my dad says he can smell the E Corpse smell on him, says he's about to Mutate, I don't quite believe it, but I feel I should still remind you, when you're with him usually, pay more attention.

Feng Mu realized suddenly: "So he's about to Mutate, so the E Corpse's Mutation process can happen after death, which is basically equivalent to a Fake Corpse resurrection?"

Feng Mu's understanding of E Corpses all came from the internet, all hearsay and rumors spread with embellishment by netizens, hard to serve as theoretical basis to guide his current work.

The only thing Feng Mu can be certain of now is that Wang Cong was originally going to hit the jackpot, and now, this jackpot has been transferred onto him, this "Master".

"I originally just wanted to convert Wang Cong, but now I'm converting E Corpse Wang Cong, so I will get an Evil Corpse·Resurrection·Wang Cong?"

"So, what will happen next?"

Feng Mu could not predict it at all, this feeling was like he only spent the money for a normal Gacha pull, but accidentally drew a Mutated Card.

It's just that whether this Mutated Card mutates for the better or for the worse, he also completely cannot predict.

After all, it is universally known that the E Corpse's power is obtained through sacrificing the brain!

But no matter what, Feng Mu could not find a reason to stop halfway, he continued completing the bestowal on Wang Cong.

Half a minute later, Feng Mu sat back on the sofa, waiting with great interest.

Whether it is E Corpse Mutation, or 【Grand Feast】 bestowal conversion resurrection, they all need a bit of time to Digest.

The long night stretches on, Feng Mu is not anxious, he can just take this time to sort out his train of thought.

"Wang Jian's father can smell the E Corpse smell on a living person, is it because he burned E Corpses for a long time, his nose absorbed the smell, or is it because"

The appearance of the middle-aged man who often hunched and coughed, whom he had met a few times, emerged in Feng Mu's Nao Hai, and he temporarily hid this doubt in his heart bottom.

"Chang Wei has been dealt with, Tao Tao has also repented, the next course of action will depend on Prison Warden Qian Huan's attitude towards me....."

Feng Mu silently calculated in his heart, while his fingertips lightly slid over several playing cards, completing the daily Poker Card Ritual.

Looking at the hand of playing cards that had been replaced over several days, rotated anew, Feng Mu's eyes lit up, the corner of his mouth curved up slightly: "Lucky, looks like Fate is favoring me again!"

Only to see the playing cards in his hand unfold in sequence respectively as: Four of Spades, Four of Hearts, Four of Diamonds, Four of Clubs, Nine of Clubs, Seven of Diamonds.

Four 4s, a Bomb!

Feng Mu habitually rubbed his brow bone with his thumb, a mysterious light flickering in his pupils: "Who would be better to send this Gift to?"

The corpse on the sofa suddenly trembled, Feng Mu stopped thinking, and fixed his gaze over.

Wang Cong's body was trembling violently at a certain frequency, the skin and flesh on his chest emitting a hua-la-la trembling sound, as if being pried outward by some invisible hand, the ribs inside making crisp ge-zi ge-zi sounds, drilling outward along the everted skin and flesh.

His head skin and bones were also rapidly collapsing and deforming, his four limbs twisting toward a hemp-rope shape in an unusual way.

"Looks like he's still going to turn into an E Corpse." Feng Mu sighed.

This horrifying appearance of Wang Cong was not unfamiliar to Feng Mu, among the E Corpses he had burned before, nine out of ten had these morphological characteristics.

Just when Feng Mu thought Wang Cong was about to open his eyes in an E Corpse posture, suddenly, a thick black qi burst out from the latter's heart, instantly turning into countless fine black threads.

These black threads rapidly flowed into Wang Cong's blood vessels, dyeing the already stagnant blood vessels black, then weaving into a madly spreading grid on the skin surface.

Those grids layered tightly connected, with a tyrannical and overbearing force, tightly bound the out-of-control bones and flesh, inch by inch squeezing and twisting them back into the original... human shape.

This scene was both eerie and shocking, Feng Mu's pupils sharply contracted to needle points, an indescribable sense of familiarity lingered in his heart, he actually felt this transformation faintly also carried a trace of familiar flavor.

"This black net should be 【Grand Feast】's power suppressing the E Corpse's Mutation."

Feng Mu muttered in a low voice, his voice carrying a trace of doubt,

"But for some reason, I always feel this sensation seems to have... a similar effect to 【Blood Flesh Initial Solution True Art】."

An unbelievable thought suddenly surged in Feng Mu's heart:

"Although there are some slight differences, the feeling it gives me is extraordinarily similar. Could it be that the person who originally created 【Blood Flesh Initial Solution True Art】, his purpose in creating this technique, was actually for the E Corpse?"

Feng Mu laughed in spite of himself, startled by his own thought: "Or rather, 【Blood Flesh Initial Solution True Art】 was simply created by the E Corpse?!!"

Feng Mu felt it should just be him overthinking, this should just be some coincidence.... right.

He continued watching Wang Cong, discovering the other party still had strange changes, that power wrapped by 【Grand Feast Black Net】 was not completely suppressed, but was gradually compressed on his body surface into a fist-sized flesh tumor, bumping around like a headless fly.

Then with the bumping, it slowly faded, becoming only walnut-sized, finally bumping onto Wang Cong's face, seemingly finally finding a gap, bumping into and embedding into Wang Cong's brow center, sinking into a miserable white vertical pupil, a strange power silently spreading out.

Crack crack sounds rang out, on the tabletop, two bone ash boxes silently shattered, snowy white bone ash like fine sand fused, circling around Wang Cong without wind moving them.

It looked just like a pair of parents' deep love, even in death still reaching out to embrace, gently holding their child in their arms, giving him the safest shelter.

"This is drawing an SSR?!!"

Feng Mu was overjoyed, eyes fixed staring at Wang Cong, under the Blood Bar Ghost Eye's peeking, Wang Cong's head-top Blood Bar was skyrocketing, and the ordinary name gained a shocking prefix line...

(End of Chapter)