Chapter 241 [Feast] + Distortion, SSR is out? ! !
[Feast]: The blood of your own kind is full of tempting fragrance. Devour them and you will gain eternal life~
[Your body stores a unit of inferior blood bag, which has been transformed into ten days of life blood essence]
[ps: This blood bag was produced by Wang Yilin~]
[[You can add this lifespan to yourself, or transfer the gift to others/it.]
[Note: Depending on the life level of the object being transmitted, corresponding losses will occur.]
[The life level of the current transferee is in a state of (low to medium) unstable fluctuation, and is expected to be depleted (1-3 days). Do you decide to continue to transform the gift?]
[whether?]
Feng Mu looked down at the heart in Wang Cong's body that was wriggling with a lump, and he understood:
"What I give can be interrupted or taken back at any time, so that we can prevent those ungrateful people from being fed."
Feng Mu narrowed his eyes and looked at the line of words in the prompt box [The life level of the transmission object is in (low to medium) unstable fluctuations], which was a little confusing.
For a dead person, low is low, medium is medium, shouldn’t the final judgment be made? Why is it still fluctuating?
Could it be that if I stop now and leave it alone, Wang Cong will still be able to upgrade secretly on his own?
Dead man, upgrade!!
Feng Mu suddenly seemed to think of something. He took out his cell phone and clicked on the most recent text message he had received.
Sender Wang Jian: Feng Mu, your friend is very emotionally unstable. My dad said he could smell a corpse on him and that he was about to become deformed. I don't quite believe it, but I still think I have to remind you to be more careful when you are with him.
Feng Mu suddenly realized: "So it's going to be deformed. So, the deformation process of the evil corpse can happen after death, which is roughly equivalent to resurrection of the corpse?"
Feng Mu's knowledge of the evil spirits all came from the Internet. They were all hearsay from netizens, who spread rumors with exaggeration. It was difficult to use them as a theoretical basis to guide his current work.
The only thing Feng Mu can be sure of now is that Wang Cong was originally going to win the grand prize, but now, this grand prize has been passed on to him, the "master".
"I originally just wanted to transform Wang Cong, but now I transformed Wang Cong, the evil corpse, so I will get a resurrected Wang Cong?"
"So, what happens next?"
Feng Mu was totally unpredictable. It felt like he only spent the money for a normal card draw, but accidentally drew a mutant card.
However, he had no way of predicting whether this mutant card would change for the better or for the worse.
After all, as everyone knows, the power of the corpse is obtained by sacrificing brains!
But no matter what, Feng Mu couldn't find a reason to give up halfway, and he continued to complete the gift to Wang Cong.
Half a minute later, Feng Mu sat back on the sofa, waiting with interest.
Whether it is the deformation of the corpse or the transformation and resurrection of the gift of [Feast], it takes a little time to digest.
The night was long, but Feng Mu was not in a hurry. He could take this time to sort out his thoughts.
"Wang Jian's father can smell the odor of evil corpses on living people. Is it because he has been burning evil corpses for a long time and the smell has entered his nose, or is it because..."
The image of a middle-aged man who he had met several times and who often hunched over and coughed emerged in Feng Mu's mind, and he temporarily kept this doubt in his heart.
"Chang Wei has been dealt with, Tian Tao has also confessed, the next action will depend on the attitude of the warden Qian Huan towards me..."
Feng Mu was calculating silently in his mind, while his fingertips lightly slid across a few playing cards, completing the daily card-drawing ritual.
Looking at the newly rotated poker cards on his hand after a few days of replacement, Feng Mu's eyes lit up and the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Lucky, it seems that fate is favoring me again!"
The playing cards in his hand were unfolded in order: 4 of spades, 4 of hearts, 4 of diamonds, 4 of clubs, 9 of clubs, 7 of diamonds.
Four 4s, a bomb!
Feng Mu habitually rubbed his brow with his thumb, his eyes flickering with a mysterious light: "Who should I send this gift to?"
The corpse on the sofa trembled suddenly. Feng Mu stopped thinking and stared over.
Wang Cong's body was vibrating violently at a certain frequency. The flesh on his chest made a rustling sound, as if it was being pulled outward by some invisible hands. The ribs inside made a crisp creaking sound and were drilling out through the turned-out flesh.
The skin and bones of his head were also rapidly concave and deformed, and his limbs were twisted in an unusual way.
"It seems that I will become a zombie after all." Feng Mu sighed.
Wang Cong's horrifying appearance was not unfamiliar to Feng Mu. Nine out of ten corpses he had burned had such morphological characteristics.
Just when Feng Mu thought that Wang Cong was about to open his eyes in the form of a corpse, suddenly, a strong black gas burst out from the latter's heart and instantly turned into countless tiny black lines.
These black lines quickly flowed into Wang Cong's blood vessels, dyeing the already stagnant blood vessels black, and then weaving into a wildly spreading grid on the surface of the skin.
The grids were tightly connected layer by layer, binding the out-of-control bones and flesh with a brutal and overbearing force, squeezing and twisting them inward inch by inch back to their original... human shape.
This scene was both weird and shocking. Feng Mu's pupils shrank sharply into needle points. An indescribable sense of familiarity lingered in his heart. He actually felt that this scene change was vaguely familiar.
"This black net should be the power of the [Feast] to curb the distortion of the corpse."
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Feng Mu muttered to himself, with a hint of doubt in his voice, "But for some reason, I always feel that this feeling seems to be similar to... [Blood and Flesh Beginning True Skill]."
An incredible thought suddenly came to Feng Mu's mind:
"Although there are some slight differences, they give me an unusually similar feeling. Could it be that the original creator of the [Blood and Flesh Beginning True Art] created this art for the purpose of curing corpses?"
Feng Mu laughed in silence, shocked by his own thoughts: "Or is it that [Blood and Flesh Beginning True Art] was actually created by the evil corpse?!!"
Feng Mu felt that he was just overthinking it and it was probably just some kind of coincidence...
He continued to look at Wang Cong and found that there were strange changes in the other party. The power wrapped by [Feast·Black Net] was not completely suppressed, but was gradually compressed into a fist-sized tumor on his body surface, flying around like a headless fly.
Then, as it bumped around, it slowly faded away and became only the size of a walnut. It finally hit Wang Cong's face, as if it had finally found a gap. It crashed into the center of Wang Cong's eyebrows, forming a pale vertical pupil. A strange force spread out silently.
With a crackling sound, the two urns on the table shattered silently. The white ashes merged like fine sand and automatically surrounded Wang Cong without wind.
It looks like the deep love of a pair of parents. Even in death, they still reach out their arms, gently embrace their child, and give him the safest shelter.
"Is this an SSR?!!"
Feng Mu was overjoyed, staring at Wang Cong with his eyes fixed. Under the prying eyes of the blood bar, the blood bar above Wang Cong's head was surging, and his ordinary name had an astonishing prefix...
(End of this chapter)
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