Chapter 195: Sticky Tentacle Paradise has a large capacity, swallow it in one gulp, in a moment...

The touch of Akai Mimi is indeed many times better than that elusive mist.

Even the next day, while strolling in the Vongola corridor, Chaomu still couldn't help but recall that touch.

I feel that even if we catch Hibari today, the latter's feel will hardly surpass Mimi's: Although Hibari is definitely not the skinny type, the muscles of the ones I have seen before are not as full as Akai Shuichi's. The two have different body types. For Trash Can, the taste of eating it is probably the difference between chicken wings and chicken legs (smacks lips)... But it also has its own unique flavor.

"If that little sparrow knew you described him like that... I really wonder what expression he'd make." The elusive mist had taken the form of a rather large owl today, happily perched on the raccoon's head, preening its feathers. "Kufufufu... that's going to be really interesting."

"Then his touch is still better than yours," Chaomu sarcastically complained, "Muku-kun's taste is like low-quality kneading stuff with sugar substitutes. It's pointless to knead it, and it tastes disgusting too."

The owl perched on her head chuckled, its feathers puffing slightly, as if it was holding back something bad. "That's great! With a taste like this, you probably won't be interested in hunting again and again."

"That's hard to say." The owl's underbelly felt warm, and the raccoon couldn't help but reach out and pluck a few handfuls. He thought the owl's superficial mimicry was indeed quite good, but if he hadn't eaten it, he wouldn't have known how bad it tasted. "After all, you still look delicious. I guess I'll be tempted often... and then take a bite."

Realistic mimicry always makes you wonder: What is this? Take a bite. Then repeat the process of "It tastes terrible," "Pooh, Pooh, Pooh," forget it, and then see another mimicry and become curious, and take another bite.

"Being tolerant of food is one of the virtues of humans." The owl patted her head lightly with its wing, not stopping her impulsive movements. "As for it looking delicious... I'll take it as a compliment, Miss Raccoon."

Chaomu just took it as his consent that she could hunt his other incarnations directly when she saw them in the future.

She confirmed the battle plan with him again: "Yu Que should be here soon. Should you go and provoke him first and draw him into the battle?"

"Kufufufu... Leave it to me." The owl turned its head 180 degrees, its heterochromatic eyes gleaming with joy. "I can hear the fluttering of the sparrow's wings... Our prey seems to be approaching."

His words were always mixed with riddles and middle school attributes, and Chaomu's idioms were slightly affected.

"Now it's hunting time—ta-ta-ka!" She waved her short paws gracefully and gave the order, "Go! Gu-gu-meow!"

"Kufufufufu..."

The owl above her head flapped its wings and flew up, turning into a light indigo mist and blending into the air.

The next second, the scene in the entire corridor began to distort.

The light grew thick, and the lines on the wall moved like living things, as if something was struggling to emerge from deep within. A strange, damp smell, a mixture of salty seawater and humus, filled the air.

Black mud dripped from the corners of the walls, the ceiling, and even the crystal pendants of the chandelier, gathering and expanding on the ground. Then, thick black tentacles covered with mucus and barbs suddenly emerged from the mud!

Like a swarm of disturbed snakes, they frantically danced and expanded in the air, staining the ornate carpets and spreading across the ancient paintings on the walls. In just a dozen seconds, the entire corridor was submerged in an indescribable, sticky black mud, from which rose a damp, black vapor. Of course, the trash cans and other furniture were still exposed, but they were inevitably covered in some black mud.

In the mud, a seemingly harmless trash can quietly moved to the weakest point of the illusion, intending to give the prey the most "surprise" attack when he thought he was about to escape.

"Looking at it this way, it looks a bit like oil." She wiggled her tentacles and grumbled softly, "If Mimi saw this, she'd probably attack with the US military!"

It was unknown whether the US military had attacked or not, but the Vongola's Lightning Guardian was standing at the end of the corridor, lost in a brief contemplation.

Fifteen-year-old Rambo was in a good mood today...at least that's how it should have been.

The leader and the evil Reborn were not at home. He had just "borrowed" a large bag of the latest grape-flavored hard candy from the leader's office. He was humming "Lord Rambo's Strongest Song" and strolling in the corridor with a heartless pace, preparing to return to his room to enjoy the spoils.

Until he turned a corner and found himself stepping into a strange world.

...To be precise, it's hell.

The familiar, opulent corridor, carpeted in red, vanished, replaced by a writhing, fetid mass of black mud. Countless black tentacles, thicker than his waist, emerged from every conceivable location, covering the entire space like overgrown seaweed. A slimy liquid dripped from the suction cups on the tentacles, making a sickening "tickling" sound.

"Wow..." Rambo instinctively took a step back, his calves feeling a bit weak. While Rambo had always been quite courageous, and had witnessed the kind of sanity-depleting fights between illusionists before, Rokudo Mukuro's illusion style today was subtly different from his usual style.

…How should I put it, it seems a few degrees more disgusting than before…

What was even more terrifying than these terrible scenes was that among those dancing tentacles, he saw a black-faced Hibari Kyoya.

Rambo: “…………”

He honestly took a half step back, frowning, wondering why these two guys didn't go out and fight again... What if they hurt innocent passers-by! He would find an opportunity to complain to Tsuna later! Although it might be useless... Every time they had to fight, they still fought here.

He hesitated for only a moment, wondering whether to bravely rush to Yun Que's aid (and then be bitten and killed together), or to quietly slip away and pretend he hadn't seen anything. In those few brief seconds, the situation on the battlefield had suddenly changed, causing his pupils to tremble.

Those black tentacles that were originally just twisting suddenly seemed to have mutated collectively, and furry raccoon heads grew from the ends.

Those raccoon faces that should have been very cute now had different expressions. Some were grinning, some were making faces, and some were even winking at him. They flew up and down with the wild dance of their tentacles, making strange "hehehe" laughter - and one of them rushed in front of Skylark, gave him the middle finger, and ran away with its tail swishing.

The bag of glucose in Rambo's hand fell to the ground with a "bang", and the candy rolled all over the floor.

He felt his scalp tingling a little - especially in the next second, several raccoons surrounding Skylark opened their mouths, revealing terrifying sharp teeth and a circle of tentacles...

Rambo: “…………!!!”

Lord Rambo screamed, dropped his candy, and ran away in panic: "Help! The tentacle-like raccoon monsters have taken over the Vongola!"

No, no... Rokudo Mukuro is crazy! What the hell is going on?! I have to find Mukurodera to help... And Hibari's expression looks even scarier than before! He's definitely furious... Can we still save headquarters today...?

Rambo was not wrong—Skylark was indeed furious now.

Amidst the dancing raccoons and tentacles, he held up his duckweed crutch and curled up the corners of his lips, revealing a rather dangerous smile: "Annoying herbivore... Rokudo Mukuro, how did you get involved with that little creature...?"

The hamster that provoked him... the little raccoon, disappeared without a trace right under his nose, and he couldn't even find her existence... And now, Rokudo Mukuro actually showed up in front of him in the form of a raccoon. It was obvious that he had met her... and even knew how he had been fooled. Was she trying to deliberately provoke him?

"Kufufufu... Looks like you finally noticed, Hibari Kyoya."

Rokudo Mukuro's voice came from all directions, with undisguised joy: "For me, it was a pleasant encounter... But you don't seem to like the cute little raccoon very much? What a pity..."

As if to provoke him, he condensed a shape out of the air, holding a mean-looking little raccoon, and shook its paw at him.

...Tsk.

Hibari Kyoya's phoenix eyes narrowed dangerously, the murderous aura surrounding him practically solidifying. He stopped talking nonsense and rushed out like an arrow, using his crutch to aim for Rokudo Mukuro's head.

"Kufufufufu..."

The illusionist's figure shattered like a bubble, and the next second, dozens of thicker tentacles rose from the black mud under Yun Que's feet and covered him like a giant net.

A flash of silver light.

The duckweed crutch danced in the air, leaving behind impenetrable afterimages. The attacking tentacles were instantly cut off and torn apart, and the exploding black slime splashed everywhere, but even the corners of his clothes were not stained.

Skylark's movements didn't falter. Like a bolt of black lightning, he precisely shattered all attacks. The raccoon-headed tentacles let out a strange laugh and exploded into ridiculous black sludge before him.

"Is that all you have to say, Rokudo Mukuro?" His voice was filled with a hint of impatient mockery. "A frivolous provocation...are you planning on wasting my time with these squishy toys?"

He could sense that, while this illusionary space was disgusting, it wasn't solid. At the other end of the corridor, the light and space were unnaturally distorted. This was clearly the illusion's weakest link, the only "exit."

When he goes out and catches the illusionist... he will definitely ask him about the whereabouts of the raccoon.

"Kufufufu... Don't be so impatient, Skylark." The illusionist's voice still sounded cheerful. "The fun has just begun... And the little raccoon you're looking for is actually far away, but right before your eyes. She also longs to be reunited with you."

Yun Que snorted coldly, scoffing at this insincere and bluffing trick. He had already locked onto that exit - there was only an ordinary-looking gray trash can standing alone at the end of the corridor.

Rokudo Mukuro was always good at this kind of thing, leaving a loophole as a trap - but at the same time, hiding the most vulnerable nodes under the risk, making it both real and fake and annoying.

As long as we destroy that place, this disgusting space will completely collapse.

He ignored the futile tentacles around him, his body transformed into a shadow, and rushed straight towards the trash can. He raised his duckweed crutch, which had sharp barbs extending from it, high up in the air, ready to deliver the final blow to this farce.

Getting closer.

Concentrated morning and night.

After mimicking her trashcan form, she seemed to have lost her eyesight, but her range of perception was much larger than before. Skylark's figure rapidly enlarged in her "field of vision," three meters, two meters...

Now is the time!

“Click.”

A barely audible mechanical sound echoed. The seemingly ordinary gray trash can wasn't violently split open; its lid... popped open on its own.

It opened its "mouth" like a Venus flytrap, and dozens of pitch-black tentacles suddenly shot out from the bottomless darkness!

Hibari Kyoya's pupils suddenly contracted.

The tentacles had already wrapped around his waist, arms and legs, and it was clearly too late to dodge. But he still managed to maintain absolute composure, lighting the fire and grasping the Cloud Hedgehog Box at his waist...

The force was astonishingly powerful, completely unreasonable, and possessed a strength that could snap even steel. He felt himself being pulled backward and downward by a tremendous force, swept into the narrow darkness.

“Tsk…!”

This was the only sound he managed to make.

"Bang!"

In the next moment, the lid closed tightly, as if nothing had happened... and it turned back into that harmless trash can.

…………

dark.

This was the first feeling Hibari Kyoya had when he regained consciousness.

Pure darkness without any light.

Then came the touch… warm, crowded, and smooth.

Something was tightly wrapped around him, squeezing him from all sides. It was soft yet resilient, covered in a sticky liquid, making it impossible for his proud physical skills to be fully utilized in the confined space.

He tried to move his arms, but found that they were clamped behind his back by several extremely thick tentacles in a humiliating position, unable to move. His legs were also tied tightly, and his knees were forced to bend.

The slender body was imprisoned in a curled-up posture in this warm and slimy cage.

It's not an illusion... but some kind of entity.

Hibari Kyoya noticed this almost immediately.

Rokudo Mukuro's illusion technique had not yet developed to the point where it could completely deceive him - he was too familiar with that guy and naturally knew that the inexplicable monster that captured him at this time was not Mukuro's work.

The narrow "cage" let out a strange laugh, and a small, furry paw stretched out from the darkness and gently patted his cheek.

"How do you feel, Skylark?" A familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded in his ears, smug. "You're in my palm now—now you're the hamster! Just wait to be rolled into a skylark pancake!"

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