Chapter 59: [Grand Feast] First Drop of Blood

The gunfire stopped.

Because Feng Mu and Wang Yilin's figures overlapped, the patrol chiefs feared killing the Bureau Chief by mistake.

Then,

they were collectively petrified, their expressions stiff and terrified beyond measure.

They watched in horror as Wang Yilin's flesh thinned, his originally greasy skin and protruding belly collapsing inward at a visible speed, the plump skin on his face instantly becoming dry and sagging, hanging loosely as if it couldn't stick, his whole person aging by decades in an instant.

Meanwhile, the bullet holes on the masked man's legs and waist were healing strangely, they could even see the wound wriggling, sprouting dense granulation tissue, looking like rings of living teeth biting into each other.

The scene was somewhat Lovecraftian, making the patrol chiefs' hearts tremble and their San Value plummet wildly.

As six or seven bullets were spat out by the granulation tissue, as the withered corpse fell lightly to the ground, as the blood-stained mask turned around, crimson inhuman eyes greedily fixed on them.

The patrol chiefs' fingers on the triggers simply couldn't press down.

Even facing the most evil Extremist Members, these trained men could absolutely suppress their fear and pull the trigger.

But facing this... not knowing if it could still be called human monster before them, no one hoped they would be the one it attracted next.

They held their breath, their bodies seemingly controlled by instinct, standing motionless in place, this was the body's most primitive protection mechanism.

Humanity's ancient ancestors, when still eating raw meat and drinking blood, upon encountering those terrifying carnivores, would remain motionless, avoiding being hunted by playing dead.

In the deepest genetic memory, playing dead was the most effective means against those higher up the food chain.

What the patrol chiefs were doing now seemed foolish, but this precisely reflected their truest thoughts at this moment, they truly believed the blood-stained masked figure before them was not of their kind.

That featureless bone mask was either a disguise, or the monster's true and terrifying face.

Time in this second seemed to be stretched.

They watched the blood-stained mask turn its head, everyone felt those blood-red eyes staring at themselves, the mask clearly had no features, yet every inch of its texture exuded a bloodthirsty hunger.

The blood was dimming, strangely seeping into the bone, the mask became unstained by blood again, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

Except for the withered corpse on the ground silently accusing the monster's atrocities.

The patrol chiefs stared at the pale clean mask, their blood turning even colder, cold air rising in their heads.

"【Grand Feast】 isn't sucking blood with the mouth, but the whole body, every inch of bone can, as long as the bone presses against the other's ruptured artery blood vessel."

Feng Mu felt the blood sucked into his body from the bone, thinking this way in his heart.

"This counts as the bond between 【Grand Feast】 and 【Iron Eater】, not using the mouth saved me much trouble, but the feeling is becoming increasingly sinister."

Feng Mu's first time blood extraction, zero experience, he originally planned to press his head against Wang Yilin's neck, then remove the mask, and gnaw with his teeth.

Unexpectedly the mask overstepped its bounds, snatched the teeth's job, at that moment, Feng Mu truly felt the bone was very understanding, understanding to the point it could come alive at any time.

He looked at the withered corpse dying with eyes wide open beside his feet, for some reason, he seemed to smell the strong Resentment Qi on the other's corpse.

Or maybe it wasn't smelled, but the taste emanating from the other's blood.

Indeed~

Wang Yilin finally grasped the way of being an official, pushed open the door to a new world, but on the other side of the door first descended a blood-sucking ghost face, sucking his whole world into a dried-up person.

Sucking a living person dry, Feng Mu also felt a chill in his heart.

During the blood extraction process, he couldn't control himself at all, there was no thought of stopping in his mind, completely an impulse to suck the person dry alive.

Even though he originally didn't intend to suck the other dry.

He could allow himself to break someone's neck, but he temporarily couldn't accept sucking a person into a withered corpse, the style degenerated too evilly, not only lowering others' San Value, his own San Value was also affected by fluctuations.

"So this is what it feels like to suck a person's blood dry." Feng Mu muttered.

Through the mask, his voice seemed isolated from human emotion, his voice mixed with a metallic cold ruthlessness.

Even though Feng Mu wasn't this emotion, but the patrol chiefs with ears perked up around him all felt the same meaning at once—the monster wasn't full!

Remaining still and playing dead was useless.

Reason regained control of genetic instinct, a voice simultaneously exploded in the patrol chiefs' minds: "Run, as long as I run faster than others, the next person sucked dry won't be me."

No starting gun, but everyone was rushing to run, so much so that in Feng Mu's eyes, this group of patrol chiefs turning and starting to run had a kind of neat and uniform beauty.

Truly a well-trained collective~

Only those crippled, severely injured patrol chiefs who couldn't run remained at the scene, despairingly watching their teammates' fleeing backs.

And those individuals the Patrol Bureau wanted to arrest and take back for interrogation, all buried their heads in the ground, presenting their trembling butts toward the mask.

After sucking one person's blood dry, the 【Blood Frenzy】 icon dimmed, the 【Grand Feast】 icon was unprecedentedly brilliant.

【You activated Grand Feast.】

【You lightly tasted a Blood Bag.】

【Blood Bag Quality: Hard to Swallow.】

The prompt box popping up on his retina made Feng Mu fall silent, sucking a living person into a withered corpse, this is called lightly tasting, then if deeply tasting, would one have to swallow even skin and bones?

【The hard-to-swallow Blood Bag has no special nutritional value, merely able to convert 10 days of lifespan for you.】

Feng Mu was pleasantly surprised, 【Grand Feast】 indeed could increase lifespan, confirming his guess.

Then his face turned a bit green, one living person only converted 10 days of lifespan, this conversion rate was a bit shocking, it was hard not to make him suspect there was a black-hearted middleman in between.

The 【Grand Feast】 icon had no emotional fluctuations at this moment, looking very much like a normal dead object icon.

Feng Mu blinked, just preparing to close the prompt box, abruptly, his face changed in surprise.

【You can add this lifespan to yourself, or convert it to other/it.】

【Note: Depending on the target's Life Level, corresponding loss will occur.】

Feng Mu: ". ……"

Feng Mu's mouth opened into a bowl shape, the 【Grand Feast】 entry ability seemed similar to what he expected, but also seemed very different.

"【Grand Feast】 can not only act on oneself, but also on him or it?"

"This him and it, are the him and it understood in my own meaning?"

Feng Mu's eyes strangely swept over the withered corpse on the ground, his mind suddenly had a whim, just suppose, if I now return the life converted from inside him back to it...

Could it possibly climb back up from the ground again?

End of Chapter