Chapter 551

The beast listened, dumbfounded.

He rubbed his temples hard, trying to straighten out and understand the officiant's winding, roundabout words.

"Wait a minute"

His coarse voice was full of bewilderment,

"Going by what you say, Feng Yuhuai is now manufacturing 'family' in a maddened way in order to keep herself from going mad?"

As soon as these words left his mouth, the beast himself froze first.

He scratched the back of his head, thick brows knotted tight:

"To avoid going mad, so she goes mad — this sounds like it reeks of madness itself, doesn't it?"

The officiant suddenly giggled, the whites of his eyes gleaming with a sinister light in the shadows, and enunciated each word:

"Exactly, this is what's called using — madness — to control — madness —!!!"

The beast's blockhead suddenly opened up, a feeling like nectar pouring over his crown:

"Brilliant, but putting it that way, either way you end up mad, don't you?"

The officiant gestured a Mobius Huan in the air, meaningfully:

"That is why the Curse of the Evil Sacrifice is most terrifying — if you don't resist you'll go Feng Ren, if you resist too hard you'll likewise slide into Feng Ren, unless……"

Speaking here, the officiant suddenly shuddered, he suddenly recalled Zheng Hang's terrifying true face hidden beneath the mask, and his scalp instantly went numb.

Feng Yuhuai is merely a Parasite, yet she already can't hold on, visibly emitting mad Qi.

Zheng Hang's stomach has eaten four or five Curses of the Evil Sacrifice, how does he still manage to look not mad, and the Thirteen Seats, how are they all……

Could it be they've already passed through using madness to treat madness, reached the supreme realm of counter-madness returning to truth?!!

The officiant hurriedly cut off his wild thoughts, daring not associate deeper, some thoughts, just thinking them is already an unforgivable heinous rebellion.

"No, unless what, you say it……."

The beast didn't understand why the officiant suddenly fell silent, he was listening with relish.

The officiant instead suddenly turned serious:

"Don't ask anymore, knowing Feng Yuhuai is rapidly degenerating is enough, as long as she keeps this speed, the day the Curse of the Evil Sacrifice completely devours and replaces her with madness fully revealed won't be far off, if she can convert everyone in the town into her family, that's exactly what we'd be hoping for!"

The beast's brain wasn't as sharp as the officiant's, he felt the officiant's words were all right.

He just asked worriedly:

"Though this town is a lawless place, it doesn't mean there are no rules, she's making too big a commotion, if she provokes a few powerful figures, I'm afraid she'll collapse on the mad path and die here."

The officiant frowned:

"Still no trace of Zheng Hang found, he should not be here.

Hmph, make another report call to the Executive Government, efficiency too low, even I, a 【Destiny】 person, can't stand it, truly hopeless."

Boom—

The window exploded in a huge bang, thousands of wood fragments poured down like heavy rain, each fragment rotating at high speed in the air.

Penetrating several Rengui bodies, boring sieve-like holes in the dry skin, yellow-brown preservative fluid sprayed out from those holes.

"Hee hee hee, not dead even from this?"

A hoarse weird laugh came from the broken window, a stooped figure swooped out like a vulture pouncing on prey.

The withered body dragged a residual shadow in the air, the age-spotted palm struck out in midair, the air rippling with water-pattern transparent waves.

Puff! Puff! Puff puff!

Dull explosion sounds rang out in succession, the Rengui hit by the palm wind, their skulls popped one by one as if struck by invisible sniper rifles.

Can Hong brain matter and White Bone Fragments sprayed radially, drawing bloody graffiti on the cracked ground.

Then, the headless Rengui bodies collapsed downward from the chest, spines cracking joint by joint like firecrackers, ribs snapping like damp biscuits, ultimately turning into a pool of steaming black-red meat paste.

The old man stepped on the squelching meat paste, filthy big toes poking out of his holey cloth shoes.

He wore a tattered hemp robe full of holes, revealing dry-firewood-like gray-green skin, the pitch-black iron shovel on his back proclaiming his Scavenger identity.

"Little girl, lives in Transfer Town may be cheap, but they're not yours to take whoever you want, you take all the people away, who'll serve Grandpa eating, drinking, shitting, and pissing?"

Before his words fell, several more figures swooped in from all directions.

A burly man missing half his face licked his sunken cheek with his tongue; a middle-aged man with an iron hook had a metal right arm gleaming cold; a hunchbacked old woman had a two-headed snake coiled around her neck flicking its tongue.

They all uniformly carried pitch-black iron shovels on their backs, tattered clothes stained with relic Dust.

"What an eerie martial art, this girl is using silk threads to control people?"

The iron-hook middle-aged man's pupils shrank, flipping his iron shovel to sever the red threads shooting over.

"Something's off, these people all exude a death Qi, they're all already dead people, little girl hand over this martial art as compensation, we grandpas can still spare your life……"

The half-face burly man's ferocious grin was especially hideous on his ruined features, only half a mouth left licking the other half of his sunken cheek.

Feng Yuhuai tilted her head, crystal tears tracing her smiling face, voice both sorrowful and joyful,

"You killed my family, then you come be my family."

She suddenly spread her arms, red dress surging like blood waves:

"I have a dad now, but I still don't have grandpas, you're just right to be my grandpas!"

In an instant, sky-full Can Hong silk threads shot out from both arms, turning into counter-flowing Hong Yu.

The family covered by Hong Yu began to twist and fuse eerily, bone-snapping cracks, tendon-tearing muffled sounds, skin-stitching rustles, weaving a hair-raising symphony.

False family, you are you, I am I, we are all independent individuals.

True family, you in me, me in you, we hold hands, hearts connected.

In the Scavengers' horrified gazes, a six-meter-tall deformed monster fused into being.

It was a spider-shaped colossus assembled from dozens of Rengui:

Hundreds of legs forming walking feet with pale faces embedded upside-down, the torso dense with arms wriggling like centipedes, at the very top, dozens of mouths spliced at eerie angles, lips wriggling in sync emitting indistinct sleep-talk.

This blasphemous creation of life clearly bore the imprint of some mad scientist's pathological aesthetic pursuit.

"What the hell is this specially brewed thing?"

Before the words fell, the spider monster let out a hair-raising shriek, and over thirty deformed arms burst from its torso, lunging at the half-faced burly man like the predatory tentacles of an octopus.

The half-faced burly man, closest in distance, had no time to dodge and was seized by ten arms simultaneously gripping his limbs and skull, lifting him into the air.

Under everyone's horrified gaze, those withered arms began twisting in different directions—

"Save—"

The cry for help cut off abruptly.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

Crisp bone-snapping sounds rang out like popping beans.

The burly man's body was wrung into a bizarre twisted shape, his spinal bones piercing through his skin to reveal ghastly white fracture surfaces.

Most horrifying of all, when this twisted corpse was stuffed into the monster's abdomen, the flesh at the contact surface actually fused together like melted wax, seamlessly merging in the blink of an eye.

"Watch out! This fundamentally isn't martial—"

The old woman suddenly covered her mouth.

She saw the burly man's ruined half-face perfectly embedded among a pile of skulls, its originally sunken parts actually filled smooth by the surrounding swollen flesh, forming an abnormally harmonious... complete?!

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