Chapter 445: If Not Beautiful, Will Be Abandoned

Ah—pah—

Not a monster, but a boyfriend!

So here's the question:

If a boyfriend finds his partner not beautiful anymore, help, what should I do?

Ordinary men and women, breaking up is just everyday stuff; at most they cry a few times, get drunk a few times, life goes on, meals are still eaten.

But between monsters and monsters, once feelings don't match and they break up...

"Then it's not a question of whether to eat, but who ends up on the table."

Feng Yuhuai's heart gave a jolt, and an image of a date immediately surfaced in her mind:

Beside the table, Zheng Hang elegantly wiped his utensils, while she... lay quietly on the tablecloth, a pitch-black dinner knife driven into her chest.

Just then, Zheng Hang's voice reached her ears:

"What, do you want me to pull you up? Or are you blaming me for bringing monsters upon you?"

Feng Yuhuai's scalp went numb, as if a basin of ice water had been poured from head to toe.

The aggrieved look on her face vanished instantly, and she hurriedly squeezed out the most sincere smile, even though her face was still bloody and mangled.

"No, how could that be? How could I blame you?"

Her voice was sickeningly sweet, with a coquettish tone,

"If it weren't for that Zuo Bai coming to cause me trouble, how would you have appeared today? I'm just so happy to see you, I'm weak with joy!"

Scientist Zuo Bai raised a hand to block the beautiful spider flying toward him, his expression strange as if he had swallowed a mouse, thinking to himself:

"So, Feng Yuhuai should thank me? I'm actually a good person?"

He looked down at the beautiful spider fallen on the ground; its countless limbs crawled wildly in the sewage, and its remaining heads shrieked at him.

Those shrieks contained fear, anger, malice, and other emotions, nothing like Feng Yuhuai's understanding and gentle words.

Zuo Bai's face darkened, and he suddenly felt that the "works" he created had serious flaws.

"Not beautiful enough..."

Zuo Bai murmured softly, his tone tinged with regret,

"Clearly designed according to the most perfect gene sequence, so why does it look like a failed defective product now?"

When the three words "defective product" were heard, the beautiful spider's shrieks stopped abruptly, several heads turned at once, its countless limbs paddled madly, trying to escape from the sewage.

Its movements were panicked and hurried, as if it had felt some great fright.

"Don't move around; science is to create beautiful things for the world, then put the ugly defective products back into the furnace to remake them. This is the principle I taught you in the first lesson after you entered the laboratory."

Zuo Bai opened his mouth, and the voice he spat out was like a voice command input from a remote control; the beautiful spider's huge body instantly froze motionless.

The beautiful spider remained motionless, only able to emit weak, pleading sounds, but Zuo Bai's eyes showed not a shred of pity.

"Don't worry, it'll be quick."

He sighed long and hard:

"Next time, I'll make you all more beautiful!"

He walked forward slowly and grabbed the silver spine wriggling out from the neck with one hand.

His fingers exerted a little force, pulling outward section by section, each section of spine leaving the body accompanied by a tooth-grating scraping sound.

The beautiful spider's body convulsed and trembled, and from its intertwined abdominal cavity came "click-click" crisp sounds, like an old machine long out of repair and on the verge of scrapping, emitting a desperate moan in its final moments of life.

The next second, Zuo Bai lightly flicked his hand, and rotten flesh fragments and foul green pulp were flung clean, scattering down onto the sewage.

A ten-meter-long curved spine flashed with a cold luster in the sewer, like a metal snake that had been drained of life.

The winding snake shadow was reflected in the sewage, and the silver slime made the shadow somewhat blurred.

Zuo Bai lightly waved it, and the air was drawn out with a "hiss-hiss" snake whistle.

The beautiful spider beside him collapsed weakly at the sound of the snake whistle, its limbs softly curled together, making not a sound, quiet as if a few very close girlfriends were hugging each other asleep.

Zheng Hang slightly turned his head, his gaze falling faintly on Zuo Bai, then swept a glance at the spineless beautiful spider corpse on the ground, and said expressionlessly:

"Interesting, does this count as actively entering Phase Two?"

In Zheng Hang's eyes, Zuo Bai's bone-pulling transformation operation was just like a CG animation of a game boss entering Phase Two.

Feng Yuhuai stood to the side, completely at a loss.

She didn't usually play games and didn't understand at all what Zheng Hang meant by "Phase Two."

She just blankly watched the beautiful spider's corpse, and a feeling of desolation like a rabbit dying and a fox grieving suddenly surged in her heart.

"If not beautiful, you'll be abandoned..."

She silently mocked herself in her heart:

"Tsk, male monster!"

Feng Yuhuai's heart jolted; Zuo Bai's cold-hearted approach gave her a stern warning.

She raised her head to meet Zheng Hang's pitch-black, lightless eyes, and suddenly, as if gone mad, she thrust both hands into her chest and viciously pulled them apart to both sides.

Rip—

Her palm stirred inside her chest, snapping those broken, rotten silk threads one by one and pulling them out of her body.

Thick silver slime dripped from her fingers, emitting a nauseating fishy stench.

Without the beautiful spider's constant input, the nano worms were like they had been cut off from power, dying in patches, and were driven out of Feng Yuhuai's body by her.

On her face, the silver patterns were gradually corroded and devoured by the red threads, and her skin healed at a visible speed, returning to its original appearance.

"Cough-cough—!"

She bent over, spitting out large clumps of slime from her mouth one after another until she couldn't cough out a single bit more, then stopped with lingering fear.

Her body trembled slightly, and cold sweat covered her forehead.

The red threads in the sewage began to slowly gather, wriggling slowly and firmly.

They flowed toward below Feng Yuhuai's waist; although slow, those red threads eventually regained activity, weaving the shapes of her hips and thighs.

This bodily reshaping clearly placed no small burden on Feng Yuhuai.

Her complexion turned faintly pale, and the coiled eyes in her pupils grew dim and lifeless.

Feng Yuhuai stood up unsteadily from the sewage, took a deep breath, and endured her exhaustion to activate the red threads within her body.

The red threads within her body vibrated rapidly, completing self-cleaning and wringing dry, draining the sewage inside her bit by bit.

This process consumed what little strength she had left, but she felt it was necessary and worth it.

Her body trembled slightly, as if she might fall at any moment, yet she stubbornly held herself up.

Before the monster, she did not need to maintain so-called "strength"—after all, no matter how strong, she could not compare to a monster like 【Mask】.

She only needed to do one thing: dress up beautifully as a "girlfriend."

"I only hope the boyfriend's taste isn't as twisted and morbid as a scientist's……"

Feng Yuhuai silently prayed in her heart, then, enduring intense hunger, revealed a beauty-like smile toward Zheng Hang.

End of Chapter