Bai Di didn't know why he could still sit so calmly on this broken stone tower, as if some invisible force nailed him to the spot.
His companions were only a few steps away from him, but their voices seemed to be blurred and distant, as if covered by a thick layer of gel.
His entire attention was gripped by that hand—the pale, slender hand that stretched out from the crack in the sticky plasma.
The hand seemed to have stopped moving after he kicked it away, and it has remained motionless ever since.
But when he stared at it now, he realized that those were no ordinary fingers - between the palms, there was a huge, half-open eyeball embedded.
At first it looked like some strange pattern, but when he tried to look away, the eye suddenly opened fully, the dark pupils turning towards him, a glimmer of light that did not belong to this world on the irises.
His heart began to beat wildly and his blood roared in his eardrums, but his body could not move.
What about everyone else? Did they notice?
Bai Di's brain was working frantically.
In the dim light and shadow, the hand slowly stretched outward, as if pulled by some invisible force.
Sticky black and red blood oozed out from the broken wrist, like awakened evil life. They twisted and entangled in the air, gradually weaving out a vague human outline.
The outline trembled slightly in the air, as if it would break apart at any time, but it stubbornly held together.
The flesh and blood were wriggling, as if countless tiny tentacles were struggling under the skin, and the bones were twisting and reorganizing, making a teeth-grinding crunching sound.
The sound was sharp and piercing, as if countless tiny insects were gnawing and reshaping under the skin, which made people shudder.
Every movement of the bones seemed to carry a strange rhythm, as if announcing the rebirth of some taboo.
Bai Di's breathing stopped at this moment, his eyes widened, filled with shock and unknown emotions.
The hand had completely disappeared, replaced by a body that was taking shape.
The muscle fibers were entangled like snakes, and the skin flowed and solidified like melted wax, as if it had been burned by some invisible flame and then cooled in an instant.
Its chest cavity opened and closed, each rise and fall accompanied by a slimy gurgling sound, a sickening reminder of some rotten entrails being churned in a blender.
The head has not yet fully formed, and the facial features are floating in the flesh and blood, sometimes blurry, sometimes clear.
And every time it became clear, that face was one step closer to someone in Bai Di's memory.
Its eyes seemed to be gradually opening, and although they were still bloodshot, a strange light had begun to flash in them.
Her lips moved slightly, as if silently calling out something, or as if telling some unknown secret.
It seemed to be turning into someone he knew, someone he was so familiar with that he couldn't go beyond the depths of his familiar memory.
Bai Di felt his heart beating violently, as if it was about to burst through his chest.
His throat tightened, as if some indescribable fear had seized upon his mind.
He wanted to leave, but his body seemed to be stared at by some higher-dimensional being, and he couldn't even move a finger.
But in addition to the unknown fear, a secret expectation also rose in my heart.
He watched as the body became more and more complete and familiar, with every detail becoming clearer and clearer, as if it was a picture awakened from the depths of his memory.
The figure stuck in the sea of blood slowly squirmed, and thick blood slid down its twisted limbs. The dripping sound was particularly harsh in the dead silence.
Its body was covered in pitch-black scales, each one emitting a damp and cold sheen, like the hard shell of some deep-sea creature.
Suddenly, its back cracked open, and pale bone spurs slowly emerged from the flesh and blood, like death stretched out by time, extending inch by inch, with dark red liquid dripping from the sharp tips.
But it - or rather, he - just stared at Bai Di quietly, without blinking.
That face was clearly Lou Xun's face.
Bai Di's heart suddenly sank and his breathing almost stopped.
That was the outline of his older brother, the familiar brow bone, the side profile he had glimpsed countless times during morning exercises.
But at this moment, that face was covered with an inhuman coldness, and the pupils were split into fine vertical lines, like a snake, or some more primitive predator.
Those eyes were fixed on him, with an almost greedy possessiveness in them, as if they wanted to tear him apart and eat him, but also with a twisted, almost gentle obsession.
Bai Di's fingertips trembled slightly.
He should recognize this person - but the person before him was no longer the brother he remembered.
There was something strange and violent lurking in that body. Every breath was like a low gasp of a wild beast, and every turn of the eyes was like an inspection before hunting.
Lou Xun would never look at him like this, never with this...almost sick look, as if he was his only prey, his only salvation, his only...
The bone spur was still growing, slowly and steadily piercing the air, making a slight tearing sound.
Bai Di took half a step back.
The monster's eyes suddenly contracted, and its split pupils trembled slightly, as if they were stung.
A low, almost aggrieved whimper rolled out of its throat, and then was suppressed into a dangerous roar.
It wanted to get closer, but was restraining itself, as if reason and animality were tearing each other apart inside its body.
Bai Di’s chest felt tight.
He suddenly realized—it was afraid.
Afraid he would run away.
Time passed minute by minute, and Bai Di and "Lou Xun" just stared at each other.
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