Chapter 439: Did Science Win? The Smiling Face in the Shadow!

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A grating tearing sound rang out, and Feng Yuhuai was brutally nailed through into the pipe wall.

Feng Yuhuai's full chest burst open like silk, spiderweb-like cracks spreading along her ribs.

Deep within the wound, a heart woven from a thousand blood-red threads pulsed eerily, each crimson strand coated with half-congealed slime, its ends wriggling like maggots across the surface of the ventricles.

The heart suddenly trembled and flipped halfway, revealing a rag doll face printed on its back—coiled eyes half-closed, as if in deep false slumber.

"Science won? You're too naive. You think poisoning me means you can kill me? You're too naive."

Feng Yuhuai gave a cold laugh, her voice gloomy and icy.

She curled her lip in disdain, mocking the scientist's ignorance and fearlessness.

Her upper body was visibly melting away, red threads seeping from beneath her skin, gradually turning into a pool of crimson thread-paste. Though slower than before, it still melted eerily.

As long as she could melt into threads, Feng Yuhuai was an undying existence—at least, that was what she firmly believed.

However, the next moment, the smile on Feng Yuhuai's face vanished abruptly.

Visibly, besides the dark toxins, a layer of pale silver crept across her face.

Those silvers burrowed into her skin like living things, seeping into her blood vessels, finally tracing complex and strange patterns across her cheeks.

Like some abstract tattoo, containing a power that made Feng Yuhuai tremble with fear.

"No... impossible..."

Between breaths, Feng Yuhuai suddenly sensed something wrong within her body.

Within her pupils, the originally vivid coils were being eroded by a layer of eerie silver, as if countless tiny worms were wriggling, crawling, gnawing at her vision.

Her voice suddenly trembled, revealing long-absent terror: "What is this... what thing?!"

Zuo Bai habitually pushed his glasses, watching the terror on Feng Yuhuai's face, his own face showing an intoxicating satisfaction.

He excitedly replied:

"This is science defeating and sealing the evil power within your body."

Feng Yuhuai's head buzzed, and she looked down in horror, her gaze fixed on her chest.

There, the originally blood-vivid red threads were dimming at a visible speed, the crimson strands gradually fading into a grayish decayed color, like dried snake skins.

Just like... dead?!

She could clearly feel that the power bestowed by Puppet Mother was receding like a tide.

Those mysterious powers that once filled her body were now dissipating bit by bit, as if they had never existed.

Receding along with them were Puppet Mother's erosion and ominous thoughts upon her—the hunger that once made her suffer terribly yet made her depend on it immensely.

Her body was changing, from a monster neither human nor ghost, gradually returning to her former... appearance?

This should have been the scene she most anticipated in countless dreams, but now, she felt a terror rising from her soul, just like when she first lay on the surgical bed at Black Clinic.

No, even stronger than then by ten thousand times!

Feng Yuhuai's trembling fingers touched her chest, pushing in bit by bit.

The moment her fingertip pressed, it was like touching a layer of rotten human skin, or like something dead soaked in corpse water for years.

The touch was cold and sticky, just like...

That night of transformation, that stinking black hand reaching out from home, its skin covered in pustules and maggots, emitting a suffocating stench.

Feng Yuhuai felt a chill in her heart, her fingertip pressing harder again, feeling as if she were touching those dried corpses left behind after she devoured them.

She had once grown accustomed to, even liked, that touch, but now, she only felt a chill down her spine.

"I can't... turn back..."

The coils in Feng Yuhuai's pupils degenerated into black and white, and she looked in utter terror toward Zuo Bai behind the beautiful spider body, her voice sharp and hoarse:

"You monster, do you want to turn me back into a human? No... don't..., please stop quickly..."

Zuo Bai stood in place, habitually pushing his glasses, the gaze behind his lenses cold and indifferent.

His tone was calm, as if introducing a scientific achievement:

"Do you see? This is the might of science. Before science, even the Curse of the Evil Sacrifice can be killed."

He paused, a hint of meaning flashing behind his lenses, the corner of his mouth slightly rising:

"However, I won't kill you. I said, I still need your head to exchange my Black Core with 【Mask】."

As Zuo Bai explained, the beautiful spider slowly lowered itself, five ugly heads each stretching their necks, barbed tongues probing out from their bloody mouths, bringing viscous saliva, licking toward her neck, shoulders, and chest.

As the beautiful spider's tongue licked, the rotten red threads on Feng Yuhuai's body instantly shattered, turning into pieces of blackened rotten flesh, "papapa" falling into the sewage, splashing turbid blood.

Each piece of rotten flesh that fell was accompanied by a low thud, representing her body being eaten bit by bit.

No.

To be precise, not eaten, but spat onto the ground after being licked off!

Five barbed tongues ravaged her skin, peeling her flesh bit by bit, yet casually spitting it into the sewage like trash.

Beautiful female creatures are all vengeful, and a six-in-one female's vengefulness increases geometrically.

An unprecedented terror surged in Feng Yuhuai's heart, and images uncontrollably surfaced in her Nao Hai:

"So this is how it felt when I ate Yazhi and Xiao Juan? But I only wanted to eat others, not be eaten by a monster..."

Her thoughts surged like a tide, those eating scenes flashing back in her Nao Hai.

She seemed to hear Yazhi's screams, see Xiao Juan's desperate eyes, and feel their despair and terror when being devoured.

Her body struggled desperately, her Throat emitting a hoarse and broken voice:

"Don't eat me... I, I, 【Mask】 Zheng Hang he simply doesn't..."

However, before she finished speaking, a chill stronger than all previous chills combined suddenly enveloped her heart.

Gloomy, evil, eerie, mad chill, yet carrying a hint of... a bit familiar sense of déjà vu.

Feng Yuhuai felt her Throat as if gripped by an invisible hand, her voice forcibly cut off, the words on the tip of her tongue suddenly stopping.

Her pupils abruptly constricted to pinpoints; as if possessed, her gaze fixed straight ahead, sweeping past the beautiful spider's pus-dripping tongue at close range, sweeping past the cold light flickering on Zuo Bai's lenses, finally sweeping toward the... shadow beneath his feet where sewage rippled in layer upon layer of waves.

In the shadow, a bizarre and awe-inspiring face was grinning at her... smiling!!!

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