Chapter 59 [Feast] First Blood
The shooting stopped.
Because Feng Mu and Wang Yilin's figures overlapped, the detectives were afraid that they had killed the director by mistake.
Then,
They seemed to be collectively petrified, with extremely stiff and terrified expressions.
They were horrified to see that Wang Yilin was getting thinner. His originally greasy skin and bulging belly were shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye. The plump skin on his face suddenly became dry, wrinkled and loose, as if it could not stick to his face. He looked dozens of years older in an instant.
The bullet holes on the masked man's legs and waist were healing strangely. They could even see the wounds wriggling and growing dense granulations, which looked like circles of living teeth biting each other.
The scene was somewhat Cthulhu-like, causing the captains' hearts to tremble and their sanity values to drop sharply.
As six or seven bullets were spit out by the flesh buds, as the shriveled corpse fell lightly to the ground, and as the blood-stained mask turned around, the scarlet, non-human eyes stared at them greedily.
The police chiefs could not press the trigger anymore.
Even when facing the most evil members, they are able to suppress their fear and pull the trigger due to their training.
But facing this monster in front of them...whom they didn't know if he could still be considered a human being, no one hoped that he would be attracted to them next.
They held their breath, and their bodies seemed to be controlled by instinct, standing still. This is the body's most primitive protection mechanism.
When human beings' ancient ancestors were still eating raw meat and drinking blood, when they encountered those terrifying carnivores, they would stay still and pretend to be dead to avoid being hunted.
In the deepest memory of genes, playing dead is the most effective way to deal with those higher up in the food chain.
What the head constables are doing now seems stupid, but it just reflects their truest thoughts at the moment. They really think that the blood-stained mask in front of them is not of the same kind.
That bone mask without facial features is either a disguise or the real and terrifying face of a monster.
At this second, time seems to be stretched.
They looked at the blood-stained mask and turned their heads. Everyone felt that the pair of bloodshot eyes were staring at them. Although the mask had no facial features, every inch of its texture revealed a bloodthirsty hunger.
The blood was turning darker and strangely seeping into the bones. The mask became bloodless again, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.
Except for the mummy on the ground, silently accusing the monster of its atrocities.
The captains looked at the clean, white mask and their blood became even colder, and their heads felt cold.
"[Feast] doesn't involve sucking blood with your mouth, but from every bone on your body. You just need to stick your bones to the opponent's ruptured arteries."
Feng Mu thought this as he felt the blood being sucked into his body through his bones.
"This is the bond between [Feast] and [Iron Eater]. Not having to use my mouth saves me a lot of trouble, but it feels more and more evil."
It was Feng Mu’s first time sucking blood and he had no experience. He originally planned to put his head on Wang Yilin’s neck, then remove the mask and chew on it with his teeth.
Unexpectedly, the mask took over the job of the teeth. At that moment, Feng Mu really felt that the bones were very considerate, so considerate that they could come back to life at any time.
He looked at the dried corpse with its eyes open at his feet. For some reason, he seemed to be able to smell a strong stench of resentment coming from the body.
It may not be smelled, but the smell coming from the other person's blood.
That's right~ Wang Yilin had finally learned the ways of being an official and pushed open the door to a new world, but what first descended from the other side of the door was a blood-sucking ghost face, which sucked his entire world dry.
It sucked a living person to death, and Feng Mu was shocked in his heart.
During the process of sucking blood, he couldn't control himself at all. There was no thought of stopping in his mind at all. He was completely motivated by the urge to suck the person dry.
Even though he didn't intend to suck the other person dry at the beginning.
He could allow himself to break someone's neck, but he could not accept sucking someone's blood into a mummy for the time being. The style of painting was too depraved and evil, not only did it reduce other people's san value, but his own san value was also affected by the fluctuations.
"So this is what it feels like to suck a person's blood dry." Feng Mu muttered to himself.
Through the mask, his voice seemed isolated from human emotions, and his voice was cold and ruthless with a metallic texture.
Even though Feng Mu did not have such an emotion, the constables around him who were listening with their ears perked up all felt the same thing - the monster was not full! Standing still and playing dead won't work.
Reason took over the genetic instinct again, and a voice exploded in the minds of the detectives at the same time: "Run! As long as I run faster than others, I won't be the next one to be sucked dry."
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There was no starting gun, but everyone was running fast, so much so that in Feng Mu's eyes, the movements of this group of constables turning around and starting had a kind of uniform beauty.
They are indeed a well-trained team~ The only ones left at the scene were those disabled and seriously injured constables who were unable to run, staring at the backs of their teammates as they fled in despair.
And those who were arrested by the police station and taken back for interrogation, all buried their heads on the ground and faced the masks with their trembling buttocks.
After draining one person's blood, the icon of [Blood Madness] will become dim again, and the icon of [Feast] will become brighter than ever before.
[You launched the feast. ][You took a sip of the blood bag. ][Blood bag quality: hard to swallow. The prompt box that popped up on the retina made Feng Mu silent. Sucking a living person into a dried corpse was called a light taste. If it was a deep taste, would it mean swallowing up even the skin and bones? [The hard-to-swallow blood bag has no special nutritional value and can only convert it into 10 days of life for you. Feng Mu was pleasantly surprised that the [Feast] could indeed prolong one’s lifespan, confirming his guess.
Then, his face turned a little green again. Only 10 days of life were converted from a living person. This conversion rate was a bit shocking. It was hard for him not to misunderstand that there were unscrupulous middlemen involved.
The [Feast] icon no longer had any emotional fluctuations and looked like a normal dead object icon.
Feng Mu blinked and was about to close the prompt box, but suddenly, his face froze.
[You can add this lifespan to yourself, or transfer it to others/it. ][Note: Depending on the life level of the converted object, corresponding losses will be incurred. Feng Mu: “…”
Feng Mu opened his mouth into a hollow shape. The ability of the word [Feast] seemed to be similar to what he expected, but also seemed to be far from it.
"[The Feast] can not only work on oneself, but also on him or it?"
"Are these he and it the he and it that I understand?"
Feng Mu glanced at the mummy on the ground with a rather strange look in his eyes, and a sudden idea came to his mind: suppose, now, if I return the life transformed from his body to it...
Is it possible for it to get up from the ground again? (End of this chapter)
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