Chapter 246: Respect Others' Destinies!

The woman struggled, like a fish thrown onto the shore, and collapsed at the shop's entrance.

Inside the shop, everyone was still shaken.

This cursed place has intruders inside!

But outside…

There is not even a sliver of a way out!

The woman's scream did not last long.

Because the vocal cords are among the body's most fragile soft tissues.

In this wave, she was drenched from all angles by a viscous, scalding, self‑acidic Corpse Oil Rain.

It was no different from tossing a butter block into boiling oil.

But in the blink of an eye, her struggling became stiff and sluggish.

Under the skin, countless yellow‑brown blisters resembled a boiling swamp.

They swelled wildly, then burst.

"Tsk…"

Magu tilted her head slightly and fanned a breath in front of her perky nose.

Compassion?

There truly was none.

Such emotion is a scarce resource for her.

On the contrary, disdain overflows!

"This way of dying is both stinky and ugly; truly undignified."

Magu turned her head, her alluring peach‑blossom eyes glancing at the motionless Su Ming seated on the chair, her gaze flickering.

"Wang, given that distance just now, if you wanted to pull her out, it should be a simple matter, right?"

"Pull her back for what?"

Su Ming leaned back slightly, his tone indifferent.

"The road is chosen by oneself, fate is made by oneself; what business is that of mine?"

Respect others' destinies.

Before the words finished.

Bang—!

From the back‑kitchen direction came a sudden muffled grunt.

The filthy curtain was roughly pulled aside by a blood‑smeared hand.

The wrinkled‑faced sushi shop old man staggered out.

His left hand… was gone.

The wound was jagged and still sizzled with blood.

At the critical moment, the old man went ferocious, wielding his own knife to hack himself!

He wanted to live!

But he could not even mind the pain; he was like a madman.

Raising his right hand, still corroded by yellow fluid and spewing smoke, he staggered toward the few remaining diners in the shop.

"Help me… help me!!"

"Cut it! I have a knife! Quickly help me cut it!!"

The old man roared in despair, like a dying beast.

"Get out!!"

"Don't come! You dead old man, don't get near me!!"

The few remaining souls were nearly scared to death, as if they had seen the Plague God.

"Do you want to kill us?!"

"Ah! I beg you! It's coming up! That ghost thing is climbing up!"

The old man's voice trembled with terror; looking down, the Yellow Line of death was wildly crawling up his wrist.

Despair spread instantly.

The woman at the doorway, already turned into a puddle of rotten flesh…

…was his fate!

He didn't want it!

But how could he, with his only remaining hand, cut off that arm?!

Is he truly waiting for death?!

At that moment.

A slender hand steadily took the Sashimi Knife soaked in fishy scent and human blood.

The old man's blurred gaze followed that hand.

It was the young patron who had ordered the most expensive sashimi earlier!

Su Ming slipped a hand into his pocket, his expression unchanged.

"Hold on, it might be a bit cold."

Before the words finished.

A cold flash.

Fast, precise, ruthless.

Puff—!

The old man's right hand was broken at the elbow, the cut smooth as a mirror.

The severed arm, reeking, fell with a "thwack" at the couple's feet.

"Ah!!!"

A pig‑slaughter‑like scream rang again in the little shop.

Su Ming didn't even blink, and casually tossed the knife onto the floor.

Then, he rose and approached the young couple.

Inside the shop, several people were pale, staring at Su Ming without daring to speak.

Their gazes were as if they were looking at a perverse murderer even scarier than the monsters outside.

So ruthless, so calm!

His method of cutting off an arm was more proficient than slicing sashimi, damn it.

What on earth does this man do?!

"Wang, you are truly kind."

"And you even perform amputations for others."

Magu, at some point, also stood up, smiling brightly as she came over.

She handed a wet tissue, her tone full of teasing.

Su Ming took it and leisurely wiped his hand.

Kindness?

Perhaps.

One good deed a day, merit +1.

His gaze fell on the severed arm on the ground.

The yellow‑brown Corpse Oil had completely corroded the skin; flesh was dissolving, bubbling, and the smell was nauseating.

But that wasn't the point.

The point is, after leaving the human body.

This Corpse Oil seemed to show no remote infectious activity toward the surrounding living beings.

"Interesting."

Su Ming squinted and made a move that made everyone's breath halt.

He crouched.

Under the terrified couple's gaze.

He extended his clean hand and directly grabbed the pus‑oozing severed arm!

"Yamete!"

The girl instinctively screamed and clamped her eyes shut.

Is this man crazy?!

That thing melts on contact!

Does he think his hands are too many?!

Even Magu couldn't help but hold her breath, black aura swirling around her fingertips.

After all, the woman's tragic state moments ago was still vivid.

Su Ming's fingertips steadily touched the pool of yellow‑brown oil.

Buzz—!

Deep within his pupils, golden light erupted!

From a microscopic perspective.

That's not oil?

It's clearly countless microscopic monsters!

Each bearing a ferocious mouth, covered with barbs and fangs.

The moment they touched Su Ming's fingertip skin.

These little things surged forward like wolves starved for three days smelling meat.

They opened wide mouths and launched the fiercest bites and drills at his skin!

Attempting to secrete acid, to dissolve keratin, to bore into pores, to rush into blood vessels and feast!

However…

Crunch! Crunch!

It was the sound of teeth shattering.

His skin and flesh.

After so many Source Blood enhancements…

They've long become harder than a human.

Like a group of tiny ants attempting to chew through an aircraft carrier's steel plate, or like an iron‑head charging a southern wall.

No matter how that Corpse Oil boiled or raged.

It didn't even bite through the skin.

Not even the outermost dead skin layer could be pierced!

Instead, in the frantic impact, they crushed themselves, snapping their fangs.

"Is that all?"

"Turn me into sashimi too? Are you worthy!"

Su Ming looked at the clump of oil on his fingertip that was still writhing futilely, a contemptuous smirk at the corner of his mouth.

Slightly a bit disappointed.

He had originally wondered whether it would involve some Karma, or some high-level Rule of conceptual erasure.

All that fuss.

In essence it's still a physical‑level biological attack, at most with a hint of Strong Acid Corrosion attribute.

This thing against ordinary people is a Dimensional Reduction Strike, scarier than having sulfuric acid splashed on the face.

But for him, whose defense points are maxed out…

This damage is even less than the force of a bath‑house master's hands!

"Looks disgusting, the mechanism is perverse."

"But as long as the skin's thick enough, the flesh's hard enough."

"This damn thing is just a puddle of pretentious oily stuff."

This is the composure that absolute power brings.

Whatever demons and monsters you are.

If you don't break through the defense, you're just a junior!

Not even worthy of a gua sha!

"Let's go!"

Su Ming reached a conclusion, flicked his hand disdainfully, and prepared to leave this foul‑smelling little shop with Magu.

He had no interest in these people's lives or deaths.

But suddenly—

Zzzzz…

A sharp, screeching electric crack rang out over the town's sky without warning.

It was the street's broadcast loudspeaker.

"Huh? The circuits are soaked in Corpse Oil, yet it can still sound?"

Su Ming blinked slightly, his steps halted.

Then immediately,

A childish, ethereal yet tinged with a chilling dead aura child's voice.

Accompanied by the rustling of snowflakes, it echoed faintly amid the sky‑filled Corpse Oil Rain.

Even if he couldn't understand the bird‑like speech, the cold seeped up his spine.

Fortunately, the real‑time translation software in his earpiece was diligent.

"Red Umbrella… White Umbrella…"

"No umbrella… head moving…"

"Which family's child hasn't returned…"

"Turned into… a doll…"

Huh?!

What the hell?!

Is this a proper folk song?!