Chapter 71 Cannibalism (Edited) Who knows what’s on the plate?

When the low-hanging dark clouds were cut by the light of the sky, Kuang Jing inexplicably felt a sense of relief in his heart - this long night soaked by heavy rain was finally coming to an end, and he heard the wind bringing the reinforcement signal from the White Tower from afar.

At this moment, the sentry's combat uniform had already been soaked with sweat from the high heat.

Large patches of uncontrollable sickly flush appeared on his dark tan skin, and his overloaded muscles were twitching unnaturally.

The overused five senses seemed to have turned into fine steel needles, piercing his sensitive nerves. Now even the specially made soft lining had become unbearable. This was undoubtedly a sign that the Sentinel's mental barrier was on the verge of collapse.

"Hold on for another three minutes..."

Kuang Jing raised his head and looked straight ahead, not knowing whether these words were meant to comfort Yu Jingzi, the symbiotic spirit, or to give himself a final psychological hint.

After forcibly swallowing the last sedative, Kuang Jing wiped his forehead vigorously and pushed all his hair, which was wet with rain and sweat, back of his head. The high fever made his irises appear as brilliant and amazing as liquid gold.

Yu Jingzi's cool, snake-like belly moved slowly against the sentry's scorching carotid artery, attempting to bring a touch of cool comfort to its master. Veins bulged from his tense arms below, and his waterlogged combat boots clunked with every step.

Finally, with his strong willpower, Kuang Jing controlled his overloaded body and successfully reached the 13th floor.

The moment he reached the last step, Yu Jingzi, coiled around him, suddenly released her tongue, seeming agitated. Her fine scales rubbed against each other, making a slight rustling sound, an instinctive warning.

Even so, Kuang Jing's hand did not hesitate at all.

He fired several shots at the metal door lock. The hot shells popped out of the gun barrel and rolled onto the rough concrete floor, making a series of crisp and short sounds, breaking the original silence.

The next second after the door hinge broke, warm air carrying a sweet smell of blood rushed towards her face, and Yu Jingzi suddenly retracted her tongue.

As if sensing some kind of danger signal more clearly, He trembled and shook the tip of his tail nervously, and couldn't help but press his head against his master's heaving chest. However, Kuang Jing had no intention of comforting him at this moment.

The layout of the suite before him was almost completely identical to the room he had seen before, as if they were carved from the same mold: the empty and quiet living room, the long table that was so wide that it almost looked abrupt... even the pale light reflected by the crystal chandelier was exactly the same!

The brown-haired young man who had disappeared out of thin air during the pursuit was sitting defenselessly at the end of the long table, seemingly enjoying a feast of his own.

He turned his naked back towards Kuang Jing, the crisscrossing scars on his body clearly visible under the light, while his hands were slowly and methodically cutting the pieces of meat on the plate, every move filled with absolute arrogance and composure.

The scraping and colliding sound of the silver knife against the bone china was crisp and harsh, mixed with the "crunching" sound of teeth chewing cartilage. In this situation, there was an inexplicable weirdness.

"gentlemen."

The glaring light struck Kuang Jing's snow-white eyelashes, blurring his vision with blurry double images. The sentry's lips trembled as he slowly squeezed out the two words from between his teeth, his voice as stiff as if cast in cement.

At the same time, he held his breath, took a step forward, and decisively pressed the muzzle of the steaming gun in his hand against the other man's exposed neck, pressing the hard metal into the pale skin bit by bit.

"You are under arrest, please give up resistance-"

The pair of hands wearing tactical gloves were clenched tightly, and the knuckles turned blue and white due to excessive force. The high fever made the edges of Kuang Jing's retina stained with a bloody halo.

However, at this moment when he clearly had an absolute advantage, Kuang Jing once again heard that playful chuckle.

"certainly."

The man responded softly, even raising his hands cooperatively.

However, the moment the guide slightly turned his body, revealing the entire long table, Kuang Jing's pupils couldn't help but shrink violently, and bright red bloodshot instantly filled his eyes.

He saw that lying on the plate after Feng Lang washed his body was a half-body that looked exactly like the diner!

The "person on the plate" in front of him had his abdomen wide open, and his body had been cut and eaten to reveal piles of white bones. Fresh organs and pieces of flesh were scattered all over the table, and his empty shell-like body was slightly undulating in the air.

Even so, he still prostrated himself meekly under Feng Langxi's sharp knife and fork, his posture terrifyingly calm, like a foolish lamb willing to be sacrificed, without any sign of resistance.

Feng Langxi's tilted body cast a faint shadow on the handsome face that looked exactly like his own. After two-thirds of his flesh had been eaten away, this "person" still maintained a gentle smile at the corner of his mouth, which looked particularly dazzling under the bright light.

But strangely, despite the horrific scene, there wasn't a single trace of blood on the entire tabletop. It was so clean, as if a brutal feast of raw flesh wasn't even taking place here...

The strange scene before him plunged Kuang Jing's brain into a brief period of chaos. Due to the continuous strong impact of things beyond his cognitive scope, he didn't even notice that the surrounding environment had become unusually quiet.

"Oh, right, I almost forgot to introduce myself. This is my spiritual form - Tai Sui."

Seeing the dull, almost cracked, amused expression on the other person's face, Feng Langxi took the initiative to answer with considerable pleasure. His ochre eyes, hidden behind his lenses, were now capturing Kuang Jing's every move with great interest.

"After a Sentinel consumes it, there's about a 37% chance of breaking through the threshold of its five senses and evolving again. However..." Feng Langxi's gaze passed behind Kuang Jing like a dragonfly skimming the water, his voice deliberately paused, and then a hint of a smile curved his lips. "There's a greater chance that it will decline directly, or even die, right?"

At this moment, his voice was filled with an elusive meaning, as if he was showing off his astonishing experimental results, and it also revealed an extreme madness and bewitching power.

"To be honest, it tastes pretty good. Do you want to try it?"

The guide asked with a smile, casting a nervous gaze at the still beating heart inside the "man on the plate".

There was no fluctuation in his eyes, as if he was not looking at the spiritual body that coexisted with him, but a piece of cherry jelly placed on the dining table as a dessert after dinner.

madman!

Staring at Feng Langxi's gentle and frightening face, Kuang Jing's mind suddenly emerged the tragic scene of the twelve colleagues downstairs whose lives were uncertain.

His teeth chattered uncontrollably and made a chattering sound.

At this moment, Kuang Jing, whose mental barrier was on the verge of collapse, did not want to say another word to this guy. He had only one thought in his mind, which was to immediately execute this extremist who blatantly violated human rights on the spot.

So the sentry pulled the trigger without hesitation.

However, at the moment when the bullet whizzed out of the gun barrel, Kuang Jing felt a sudden strange pain in the back of his neck, and a strong electric current instantly ran through his whole body!

After suffering a sudden attack, the sentry's body, which was already at the end of its strength, instantly became soft and weak like a puddle of mud, and he fell to the ground uncontrollably.

The mission failed just like that...

The world was spinning, and Kuang Jing opened his eyes wide in confusion, thinking bewilderedly that he didn't even know what had attacked him.

Just before he was about to lose consciousness, he saw the medical team from the White Tower rushing in. The clatter of first aid kits and the buzzing of life monitors echoed in the room, but no one leaned over to check on him who was lying on the ground.

The red cross badges on their bodies, which symbolized humanity, reflected a scarlet light under the incandescent light, which hurt Kuang Jing's eyes.

He saw Yu Jingzi baring his fangs in a pretentious attempt to protect his master, but was ruthlessly beaten back.

The silver-white snake shadow roared in the void and dissipated bit by bit. The snow-white scales poured down like a cut-off galaxy, and finally collapsed and dissipated along with its fragile mental barrier.

Finally, Kuang Jing saw the mysterious guide who was always high above and looking down at him.

He sat motionless in the chair. Even though blood was gushing out of his chest from the bullet wound, he had no intention of covering it. It seemed that he had completely handed his life over to the White Tower personnel, allowing them to do whatever they wanted.

However, after noticing Kuang Jing's gaze, the expressions of the two faces on the table and under the table became synchronized again.

The corners of their bloodless mouths curled up slightly at the same time, and the narrow corners of their eyes behind the lenses curved into a bright crescent moon, revealing a smile of pity and appreciation, like a statue of a god with its eyes lowered.

…

Ten minutes ago, Feng Langxi was patiently smoothing out the wrinkles on the tablecloth with his fingers. This meticulously prepared dinner was clearly awaiting the arrival of a distinguished guest.

The system had been silently observing the host's actions until it saw Feng Langxi place his spiritual body, Tai Sui, on the plate, and then cut it off without any hesitation.

[Feng, Lang, Xi! What are you doing! ]

Looking at this restricted and heavy-tasting scene before him, 030 felt like he was about to pass out. He shook his head in despair and screamed:

"Brother, are you crazy? If the symbiotic spirit dies, you can't live anymore!"

[Could it be that they've been infected by a hidden virus and turned into zombies? Lord God! Can I not complete this mission? —]

“So noisy.”

Feng Langxi narrowed his eyes slightly in response. The next second, the crisp sound of a silver fork piercing a porcelain plate instantly silenced the system.

In the dead silence, the young man looked down at the Tai Sui on the plate, which was split in two but still smiling. Suddenly, he smiled and said:

"The White Pagoda has even set up its troupe, so how can I give up halfway?"