Chapter 136: Goodnight, Makka Pakka

Beside the building, in a warehouse originally used for parking.

Ding Mo stood in the center, looking up and gazing at the wax figures of his parents standing before him.

It was as if he were mourning, and yet also as if he were preparing for something.

After a long while, he turned his head and said to A Chu and the others who had rushed over:

"Help me look after them."

"When everything is over, I will help you."

Zheng Qingyao opened her mouth upon hearing this, seemingly wanting to ask something. But A Chu stepped forward first and nodded at him.

A man's intuition told him that the guy in front of him was about to do something incredible!

Ding Mo then looked at them earnestly for a few moments, then turned and left this place.

On the road outside the factory, he did not take a car; under the watchful eyes of the few, he just walked toward the city at a steady, unhurried pace.

His slightly thin back seemed, however, to be challenging the entire Daning City!

"What exactly does he want to do?" Zheng Qingyao muttered at the factory entrance.

"I don't know, but it surely won't be anything ordinary." A Chu watched him, a faint feeling of trepidation in his heart.

It was as if a lion that had slaughtered countless beings had awakened! Although it had not yet let out any roar, its might was already impossible to ignore!

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On the other side, Ding Mo walked past the low buildings of the suburbs, walking step by step.

Until shadows began to flicker all around, the buildings became taller, the streets grew more prosperous, and cars on the road began to honk at him.

But Ding Mo paid no mind, just walking in the middle of the main road, head lowered, as if thinking about something, while heading in a certain direction.

It seemed as if everything around him was like passing smoke, not worth mentioning.

He walked for a long, long time—so long that the sky began to darken, and only then did he raise his head to look at the building in front of him.

This was the commercial center of Daning City, and also the most central geographical location of the entire city, with the densest population.

And the building before him was the tallest building in the entire city, the "Tianlong Trade Building."

It was like a diamond-shaped pillar, thrusting straight into the sky, appearing extremely noble and luxurious against the backdrop of the dazzling neon lights of the commercial center at night.

The facilities on its top floor were accessible only to the most powerful and influential people in this city—it was called the "Zenith Bar"!

The golden crystal lights surrounding the bar looked from afar like a crown worn on the top of the building, dazzling indeed.

It was the most brilliant pearl of this city, and naturally, it was also the highest point of this city!

Ding Mo gazed over there for a while, then his ears suddenly twitched—a burst of siren sounds entered his ears.

"Has it come so quickly?"

Previously, the matter of him being wanted by the police had not yet been resolved.

"That's fine, let's settle it all together."

Ding Mo smiled, and his entire skin began to turn pale; from his pores, a milky-white "unknown liquid" began to seep out.

This liquid quickly covered his entire body and then solidified; at the same time, Ding Mo's eyes also dimmed.

He had become a dead wax figure, just like the real people found until now.

At the same time.

In the "Zenith Hotel" on the top floor.

In the hall with luxurious crystal chandeliers, intoxicating lights, and alluring dancers, a certain successful person in a suit and leather shoes suddenly began to twitch.

The champagne he had been drinking in his hand slipped and shattered!

"Darling, what's wrong with you?"

The bright and moving, charming young woman in his arms was incredibly surprised to see this.

But in the next second, the "successful person" suddenly changed his face.

Ding Mo twisted his neck and looked down at the charming young woman in his arms—this Guaishou seemed not to know how to react to this scene; at this moment, his expression was laughing and crying, surprised and happy, changing constantly, and was incredibly eerie.

All around, the deafening music did a good job of covering up what happened here; no "Guaishou" knew what had occurred, as they were still immersed in "human entertainment," unable to extricate themselves.

Ding Mo did not say a word, pinched the charming young woman's chin, and lifted her up violently!

Under the impact of the immense force, a beautiful head snapped off and flew out, landing in the center of the bar's dance floor.

Bang!

Fresh blood splashed, splattering the ground.

"Ahhhhhh—!" The crowd was in a "panic," and then everyone turned their heads to look over here.

But they could only see Ding Mo casually toss the young woman aside, extend his right hand, and snap his fingers.

Snap!

This seemed to be some kind of order.

Following the issuance of this "order," in every corner of the city, in those deserted corners, a group of "Faceless One" began to emerge!

They were born from corners unknown to anyone and walked into the city.

In a park.

On a bench beside the park, a mother and daughter were sitting there, enjoying the coolness of the night and the peacefulness of the passing years.

"Hehehe! Hahaha!" The baby in her arms, not yet a year old, laughed, reflecting the mother's warm gaze in its eyes.

The mother smiled and held him in her arms, rocking and swaying, so affectionate, her whole body radiating maternal love.

It could truly be called a scene of "motherly kindness and child's laughter"!

But if someone were to look from the side, they would find that on the bench where she was sitting, there was a buttock print.

It was like a mark caused by sitting in the exact same position, day after day, year after year.

In the distance, the square-dancing aunties were swaying enthusiastically, their faces flushed red, beaming with joy.

Yet the corners of everyone's mouths were curved into the same arc, as if they were a group of robots designed long ago, unchanging.

"Da-ge-da-da-yi-da-da-ge!"

The mother on the bench hummed a nursery rhyme at this moment, holding her child tenderly, fully displaying her maternal love. The radiance of humanity seemed to manifest here.

"Hehehe!" The corners of the child's mouth also revealed the same smile again, and even the dimples on his cheeks were the same depth as before.

But this time, this "heartwarming" scene was quickly interrupted.

The mother's shoulder was pressed by a hand.

She was stunned for a moment and turned around to look. And in her line of sight, a Faceless One appeared!

What was eerie was that the moment she turned her head and saw the Faceless One, the latter instantly underwent a change—first, its body began to distort, its originally well-proportioned figure becoming increasingly slender and thin, growing more and more similar to the woman in front of it!

Next came the clothing and the face; it seemed to be turning into the woman before it!

"Excuse me, is there something you need?" the woman still asked politely, a smile on her face.

She turned a blind eye to this eerie situation.

"Excuse me, is there something you need?" the Faceless One—no, it, having just turned into the woman, said the exact same words.

The original woman just kept smiling, looking at it.

A moment later, the woman who was now identical to her slapped the mother's head off!

Suffering this sudden change, the mother's body immediately went limp and collapsed onto the bench; as blood flowed, it splattered onto the face of the infant in her arms.

Then, the new mother gently picked up the infant from the arms of her headless corpse and began to hum a song.

"Da-ge-da-da-yi-da-da-ge!"

Hearing this, the infant also laughed, just as before, with his mother's fresh blood covering his head.

"Hehehe!"

However, although he was smiling on his face and seemed very "happy," his body struggled violently, breaking free from his "new mother's" embrace!

He fell heavily to the ground, but without stopping for a moment, he crawled away in the opposite direction of the "new mother."

There was no other way; the child, not yet a year old, could not walk.

And the "new mother" looked at him, but only hummed a song with a smile, not stopping him.

"Da-ge-da-da-yi-da-da-ge!"

After crawling while laughing for a while, this "infant" stopped, slightly raised his face from the ground, and saw the thing blocking his path: it was a faceless infant, just as delicate as he was.