Chapter 444: What Is a True Monster!

Zheng Hang's expression remained unchanged, and in the next instant, he vanished from his original spot like a ghostly shadow.

There was no sound of wind, no trace of footsteps, not even a ripple in the air; it was as if he had torn open a rift in space, instantly displacing himself to appear at the Beautiful Spider's side.

Zuo Bai's fingers, which were adjusting his glasses frame, stiffened for a split second; his complexion was three parts uglier than when he had been ambushed and pierced through the heart, and he stared dead at the spot where Zheng Hang had disappeared and reappeared.

"A silent, traceless flash of 13 meters — no ripples from footsteps in the sewage, no visual afterimages in the air — this is true... teleportation?"

Zuo Bai put away his mockery and playfulness, a rare gravity surfacing on his face.

Zheng Hang's movements were fast to the extreme; his arm raised slightly, and the entire limb turned into a two-meter-long black silk ribbon, like a soft sword forged from darkness.

The black light slashed down abruptly, so fast the Beautiful Spider simply had no time to react.

Tsk—

Five foul-smelling tongues were severed at the root; the severed tongues spun as they flew up, carrying a nauseating stench of rot.

Feng Yuhuai, right there at close range, had nowhere to dodge and was struck hard in the face by the flying tongues.

In an instant, large patches of facial skin were peeled back, revealing the horrifying visage beneath: half polluted Red Threads, half regressed flesh and blood.

Foul, filthy blood spurted out like a fountain; part of it splashed onto Feng Yuhuai, another part onto Zheng Hang.

Feng Yuhuai let out a weak, miserable scream — three parts real pain, seven parts acting — her two stiff eyeballs looking resentfully at Zheng Hang.

Zheng Hang was likewise splashed with filthy blood, but when that blood hit his suit and cheeks, it did not seem to strike solid flesh and blood at all; rather, it was more like heavy rain splashing into a lake, stirring only a layer of rippling waves on the surface.

After the heavy rain, the lake instantly returned to calm, unharmed and unmarked.

Zheng Hang's arm retracted and turned back into five fingers; as he raised his hand, his sleeve slid down half an inch, revealing the winding black blood vessels on his pale wrist.

Then he curled his five fingers into hooks, like a crane's claw seizing prey, thrusting straight out — no sound, no air disturbance, looking soft and powerless.

Pong—

Like a television that was originally muted suddenly having its volume turned up, abrupt and shocking.

The sound of shredded flesh exploding startled even Feng Yuhuai into silence; her eardrums buzzed from the sudden blast, so much so that she forgot to scream.

Her pupils abruptly contracted to needle points, her gaze firmly seized by the scene before her.

She saw with a shudder that two of the Beautiful Spider's heads caved in simultaneously; spider-web-like cracks surfaced beneath the blue-black scales, and immediately after, the faces of both heads collapsed in sync, the cracks spreading in perfectly symmetrical trajectories.

The instant the first head burst, rotten pus and red-and-white plasma intertwined into a foul-smelling firework display; the fishy stench assaulted the face;

The second head followed close behind, bone fragments and scales exploding into an identical firework display, even the brain matter splattered on the wall was like a copied mirror image, not differing by a hair.

"Strange, I only saw him strike at one head, so how did the other head explode too?"

Feng Yuhuai's pupils violently shrank to needle points; clearly she was the one being saved, yet an indescribable chill welled up from the bottom of her heart.

"No, they didn't explode together..."

Her thoughts raced, eyes fixed dead on the shattered remains of those two heads,

"There should have been a 0.5-second gap; the head further to the right was like a delayed frame slowed by 0.5 seconds, even the trajectories of cracking and splattering were almost exactly the same!!"

The Beautiful Spider's massive body trembled in place, then all twelve legs left the ground simultaneously, shooting backward like a cannonball, bringing a howling wind.

Feng Yuhuai only felt her body suddenly loosen; that spine bone deeply embedded in her chest was flung out by a whip-like motion, dragging out a string of rotten broken threads and silver mucus.

Her body slid down along the wall pipe like a hanging scroll sliding off a wall, finally landing with a "plop" into the sewage.

The sewage's icy cold instantly wrapped around her whole body; the rotten stench seeped into every inch of skin, as if to immerse her thoroughly in the filth.

Yet she did not move a muscle, merely staring blankly upward, gaze fixed straight on Zheng Hang.

Her expression resembled that of a wronged lover, pitiful and moving, a faint glimmer flashing in her eyes as if tears would fall the next second.

That appearance was enough to easily arouse any man's protective instinct.

But Zheng Hang merely looked down at her from above, his face cold as frost, without a trace of emotional fluctuation.

His eyes were pitch-black and lightless, deep like a black hole that devours everything; Feng Yuhuai couldn't even see her own reflection in those eyes.

Instead, from those black pupils she captured an emotion she knew all too well — a near-primitive, bone-chilling hunger.

Zheng Hang's gaze lingered on her for 1 second, then a low, sinister voice emanated from his chest cavity, as if transmitted from the cracks of another world:

"Why is it that every time I see you, you're always in such a sorry state? Not beautiful at all. Like this, you'll make me lose interest in you."

That voice was eerie and muffled, pressing down on Feng Yuhuai until she could barely breathe.

Her body trembled slightly, a piercing chill surging from the bottom of her heart.

Compared to last time, the 【Mask】 before her seemed even more eerie, even more terrifying.

His existence seemed to transcend the boundaries of species, becoming increasingly unfathomable, increasingly fear-inspiring.

She recalled her previous arrogance and ignorance, actually fantasizing about giving him a lesson when they met again, not knowing whether to live or die.

Looking at it now, that kind of thought was simply suicide; her heart was full of lingering fear, incomparably glad she hadn't found the chance to act on it.

"I must be crazy..."

She muttered to herself in her heart, an indescribable sorrow and despair,

"To think I'd want to teach a lesson to this kind of monster; him being willing to treat me as a girlfriend, I should be grateful and honored..."

Feng Yuhuai reflected painfully in her heart:

"If the current me can beat ten of my past selves, why do I perceive ever more clearly that the chasm between me and 【Mask】 has not shrunk in the slightest, but instead grown ever more insurmountable like an abyss?"

"Is it that my 'eating people' isn't hard enough? Damn it, it's definitely not that I'm not trying hard enough; I even devoured my best friend, what more do you want from me?"

Feng Yuhuai simply couldn't figure out where exactly she fell short; two times facing 【Mask】, two times of utter powerlessness, completely shattered the pride in her heart.

She had no choice but to think:

"So the problem isn't with me, but with the man before me... he's too unreasonable.

Last time we met, he was clearly still playing with bones, but this time, how did he become like a shadow, unfathomable?"

Feng Yuhuai couldn't understand the change, and could only reach a conclusion that made her heart ache terribly:

"Compared to him, I'm really too normal, too ordinary.

This guy is the true, thorough-and-through monster... right, how can a human compare with a monster?"

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