Chapter 499: A Complete Farewell to the Past, Metamorphosis

A three-meter-long deformed giant arm tore through the night sky, the rat heads embedded in the rotting flesh simultaneously emitting a "click" sound, like ten thousand rusty scissors opening and closing in the darkness.

The instant Feng Yuhuai's pupils contracted sharply, the foul, reeking gale crashed down with a boom.

"Mmph——"

She flew backward like a kite with a broken string, her back knocking over a patch of family members in succession.

She crashed heavily onto the ground, and before she could even stand up, a swarm of headless rats surged over madly, climbing onto her body.

One saw those rats' necks split open, their fractured cervical vertebrae suddenly blooming like flower petals, revealing spirally arranged bone spurs, which then crazily drilled toward the girl's fair skin.

In just a moment, all the clothes on her body were pierced full of holes, and the surface of her fair skin was left with crisscrossing wounds of varying depths, shocking to behold.

The "family members" around, seeing this, hurriedly climbed up.

The neat, uniform smiles on their faces vanished instantly, replaced by gloomy, terrifying expressions.

Their bodies were abnormally agile, all their joints twisting crazily at angles defying human logic; several moved like spiders, using hands and feet, springing up and pouncing toward Dong Ping.

Others hastily reached out to pull Feng Yuhuai up, fumbling and scrambling to knock the rats off her body.

Pongpongpong——

A series of dull explosion sounds rang out; those seized headless rats bristled all over and exploded one after another, turning into pools of pitch-black acid.

These acids possessed extreme corrosiveness, instantly corroding and blasting apart the limbs of one "family member" after another.

However, they seemed completely unaware, still desperately crushing the rats on Feng Yuhuai without the slightest care that their own arms were being blown to pieces.

They formed a circle around Feng Yuhuai, protecting her in the center, and revealed smiles of concern like genuine family.

Although these "family members" were actually puppets controlled by Feng Yuhuai with red threads, she controlled them extremely lifelike.

Especially at this sudden, critical moment of ambush, the bond between them seemed stained with the temperature of blood, making these puppets "family members" who originally had no autonomous consciousness look as if they had truly come alive, caring for and protecting her from the soul.

As long as the actor immerses themselves in the play, who can say the play is fake?

Feng Yuhuai slowly climbed up from the ground, looking sadly at each family member blown to pieces.

The family members slowly dispersed around, and Feng Yuhuai walked out from the center.

Dong Ping clamped one hand around a "man's" throat, leaping up on the spot and holding him in midair.

At close range, four eyes met; only then did Dong Ping discover the man before him had only one eye, and inside that eye there was no vitality, only dead, lifeless red threads coiled around.

"A dummy?!!"

Dong Ping froze for a beat, but the motion of his hand did not stop; he violently exerted force with his highly raised arm, slamming that "man" fiercely toward the ground.

Accompanied by a tooth-aching sound of bones shattering, the man's neck twisted and broke, his head falling off and rolling round and round.

Dong Ping casually flung the corpse away, then shook off the sticky corpse fluid on his hand — not blood, but something like glue.

After that, he stared dead at Feng Yuhuai.

In the darkness, Feng Yuhuai bent at the waist, lowering her body, and picked up the head from the ground.

"Don't fear, it's alright."

Feng Yuhuai's voice was gentle, cradling the head before the sunken corpse.

She extended her index finger and lightly circled the corpse's neck; in the blink of an eye, she had sewn the separated head and body back together, not even a scar visible.

Having saved the family member, Feng Yuhuai then reached up to wipe her own chest, gently smoothing the pitted, uneven skin.

Only then did she look toward Dong Ping, her eyes brimming with the pain of shattered expectation.

"So, this is the 'night snack' Dad had you bring me?"

Feng Yuhuai wiped away the tears at the corner of her eye, her pupils turning into crimson ringed eyes, and asked word by word:

"In the end, he still refuses to love me again, is that it?"

Dong Ping stood dumbstruck like a wooden chicken, a string of question marks flashing wildly in his mind: "???"

What does that mean?

Aren't you Feng Ju's most proud daughter?

What do you mean your dad doesn't love you?

If he didn't love you, would he be able to save you in the sewer with his life? (Even though he used my life!)

No, I just lay in the sewer a bit longer, how come from your words it sounds like I missed the whole world?

Dong Ping's whole body froze in place, only feeling his dead brain attacking him again, a bit of a mess.

"Die——, I've eaten this night snack!"

Feng Yuhuai revealed a stunningly beautiful smile, five fingers aiming at Dong Ping from afar and making a grasping motion.

In a flash, countless crimson silk threads shot out from her palm, weaving a death net in the darkness.

At the same time, the "family members" beside her collectively accelerated, soaring into the air, like they were on wires, diving through the air at Dong Ping.

"Damn it, there's absolutely something wrong in here!"

Dong Ping's rotten teeth ground with a creak; he suddenly turned and ran toward the taxi.

Inside the cabin, the driver still sat with eyes closed, resting.

When the car door banged shut, and the familiar stench of corpse rot entered his nose, he spoke again in his captivating voice:

"Pretty fast, you've already filled her flesh and blood into your body? I thought you'd want to savor the taste a while longer."

"Fill my ass——"

Dong Ping banged the car door shut and roared fiercely:

"Drive, hurry up, if we don't leave, the one eaten as a night snack will be me!"

The taxi suddenly started, the exhaust pipe spewing thick black smoke.

The driver suddenly opened his eyes; in the rearview mirror, dozens of bizarre-shaped figures smashed down like cannonballs onto the spot where they had just stayed, the asphalt road instantly cracking into a spiderweb pattern.

Accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of metal tearing, the entire trunk lid was stuck fast by crimson silk threads, several strands even climbing onto the rear axle.

The driver violently wrenched the steering wheel, tires scraping sparks on the road.

The flipped trunk lid was yanked away, skidding and spinning across the ground.

At the alley entrance, Feng Yuhuai's figure still stood quietly, her family clustered around her.

She did not continue the pursuit; instead, she took out her phone, lowered her head to glance at the text message on it again, then opened the photo album and scanned it twice.

"Big brother, you were wrong. Father, he came back to life, but Father doesn't love me anymore!"

Crack—

The phone shattered into powder in her palm; glass shards pierced her pale skin yet no fresh blood appeared, and she casually tossed the wreckage into the storm drain.

From her throat came an indistinct sound, like weeping yet like laughter: "Heh heh heh."

"From today on, I, Feng Yuhuai, have thoroughly bid farewell to the past!"

"Heh heh heh"

Feng Yuhuai wept while laughing, her emotions rising and falling wildly.

A bizarre sound spilled from deep in her throat; two crimson pupils began to spin madly, and the skin at the center of her brow tore with a "shh-la" sound, revealing the Third Eye's crack.

"What a pity, there won't be another family banquet….."

She touched the edge of the vertical pupil, turned to face the family she had created, and spoke gently and sweetly,

"Let's go. I'll take you out of the Nine Districts; we'll go create a real… home that belongs to us!!!"

(End of Chapter)