Chapter 437: Avengers, Who Is He?

Once the line of defense in one's thoughts crumbles, it will immediately collapse entirely.

Luo Ji began to think that becoming a monster might be humanity's best option—especially if, after becoming a monster, one could still wear human skin, then it was nearly perfect..

"I shouldn't limit myself to collecting the 【Fate Patterns】 of five human geniuses; my thoughts shouldn't be so narrow—I should learn from monsters."

He silently revised his goal in his heart:

"I need to collect the Fate Patterns of five terrifying 【monsters】, uh, starting with Feng Yuhuai!"

As for after collecting the Fate Patterns of five 【monsters】, carving a monster's face onto the mirror to demand a surprise from himself.

But by then, he would already have evolved into a monster—would he still fear monsters?

Luo Ji's thoughts raced, and his blueprint for the future grew ever more brilliant.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the excitement in his heart, turned to look at Cui Cui and Zhang Liyou, and a look of grief appeared on his face:

"Yes, Feng Yuhuai ate my friend. I must find a chance to kill her, but with my own strength alone, it's simply impossible."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over both their faces, then solemnly extended his palm:

"My name is Luo Ji. Perhaps we should form an 【Avengers】!"

Cui Cui and Zhang Liyou exchanged a glance, and Cui Cui extended her hand first, placing it on Luo Ji's palm without hesitation.

Her eyes held a trace of resolve, as if at this moment, she had placed all her hopes on the 【Avengers】.

Zhang Liyou, however, did not fully trust Luo Ji; her gaze was scrutinizing, her brow slightly furrowed, and after a moment, she slowly placed her hand on top as well..

Only, her gaze flickered over Luo Ji's pants pocket, and a trace of doubt arose in her heart:

"Luo Ji seemed to be holding a strange 【Mirror】 just now... it's rare for a boy to carry a mirror around.

And his pocket looks flat, not like it's holding a mirror. Strange, but I clearly saw him put the mirror into his pocket."

Cui Cui suddenly lowered her voice and exclaimed: "Look, Feng Yuhuai is standing up again!"

Zhang Liyou and Luo Ji immediately withdrew their hands and quickly turned to look.

Only to see the red threads in the sewage rapidly gathering and wriggling, like a pool of crimson mud slowly rising from the ground, gradually outlining a human torso and limbs.

After a moment, Feng Yuhuai stood up unsteadily.

Her body remained slender, as if she had never suffered any harm. The red threads on her body shimmered once, flowing away like water, and once again transformed back into a complete human form.

Even the torn holes in her clothes were "mended" back to pristine condition by the wriggling red threads, as if the brutal slaughter just now had never happened.

On the other side, the Beautiful Spider's neck had only a hideous severed opening left, black blood and pus still gushing out, dripping onto the ground, emitting a "hissing" corrosive sound.

Feng Yuhuai made a grasping gesture with her five fingers, and the head dropped by the Beautiful Spider was pulled back into her hand by a red thread.

"Hungry, do you mind if I taste you?"

"Hungry, do you mind if I taste you?"

She "requested" of the Beautiful Spider's remains with exaggerated politeness, her tone gentle as if asking a friend to share lunch.

However, her actions were the complete opposite of her tone—five fingers like knives, slowly piercing into that mangled head, her fingertips moving between skull and brain matter, emitting a tooth-aching "creaking" sound.

Red threads spread from her palm, inserted into the depths of the skull like a straw, and began to greedily suck.

The sound was remarkably like the "gurgle gurgle" of drinking milk tea, carrying a sense of blissful contentment.

As the red threads writhed, the skull withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Urgh—urgh urgh—"

Feng Yuhuai's complexion suddenly changed, and her eating smile turned twisted.

Her mouth suddenly opened, spitting out a pool of thick black pus, emitting a pungent foul smell.

Her body hunched slightly, and a layer of ominous blue-black appeared on her face, as if she had been poisoned by some deadly toxin.

The red threads that had been wriggling under her skin also seemed to become sluggish, losing their previous vitality.

Zuo Bai stood to the side, arms crossed, a fair and impartial bystander referee.

After a moment, he nodded slightly, and in a tone almost like an academic discussion, seriously evaluated:

"It seems that in terms of poison resistance and digestive ability, the Curse of the Evil Sacrifice's reconstruction is far inferior to science."

Feng Yuhuai's complexion grew even uglier; what she had just swallowed not only failed to relieve her hunger, but made her stomach churn, and she even vomited bile.

Her stomach emitted a series of embarrassing "gurgle gurgle" sounds, as if mocking her foolishness.

"Despicable!"

She gritted her teeth and spat out two words, her pitch-black lips slightly numb from the toxin's erosion, twitching uncontrollably.

She raised her hand to wipe the stain from her mouth corner, and the touch of that black pus made the anger in her eyes burn even fiercer.

At this moment, Feng Yuhuai felt that the deadly poison inside her had not been completely vomited out, and about one-third remained.

Those toxins wandered in her blood like a bone-attached sore, eroding her strength.

Her body suddenly became heavy and sluggish, and even her breathing weakened.

According to game terminology, she had been hit with several layers of continuous 【debuff】 in battle—weakness, sluggishness, toxin damage over time.

Zuo Bai stood to the side, a teasing smile curling at his mouth corner:

"You wanted to eat it yourself; no one forced you. Who can you blame?"

On the other side, the Beautiful Spider's five heads let out angry roars, their voices full of humiliation and venomous resentment.

Being eaten was bad enough, but actually being vomited out?!

No beautiful creature could endure such a great humiliation!!!

The Beautiful Spider's five heads spoke in unison with muffled voices:

"guaa ke ren, shu bu ke deng!!!" (ps: The monster is intolerable, what is tolerable!)

Black smoke visible to the naked eye rose from the Beautiful Spider's heads, her aura surged again, as if she had gained several layers of 【buff】—berserk, anger, power-gathering gaze!

One stacking buffs, one stacking debuffs; it seems this battle of beauty is about to come to an end.

Even if Zuo Bai only analyzed and calculated from a mathematical perspective, he could reach an intuitive conclusion.

He let out a slightly disappointed sigh:

"If you have no other trump cards, then you're about to be eaten."

Feng Yuhuai looked up at the beautiful spider charging its ultimate move, and a malicious chill made goosebumps rise all over her body.

Does she still have a trump card?

It seems she might, possibly, really not have much of one... most importantly, she's so hungry.

Feng Yuhuai narrowed her eyes, three parts of retreat rising in her heart's bottom, while her face revealed a cold laugh that looked like resignation:

"Then before I'm eaten, can you tell me, who is my lover?"

End of Chapter