Chapter 59 Feast of First Blood


Chapter 59 [Feast] First Drop of Blood

The shooting stopped.

Because Feng Mu and Wang Yilin overlapped, the arresters were afraid of accidentally killing the director.

Then,

They all turned to stone, their expressions extremely stiff and frightened.

They were horrified to see that Wang Yilin's flesh 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 body. On his face, the whole person instantly aged by dozens of years.

The bullet holes in the masked man's legs and waist were healing strangely. They could even see the wounds squirming and producing dense granulations, which looked like circles and circles. The living teeth bite each other.

That picture was somewhat Cthulhu-like, which made the hearts of all the catchers tremble, and their sanity levels went crazy.

As the six or seven bullets were spat out by the flesh, as the shriveled corpse hit the ground lightly, as the blood-stained mask turned around, the scarlet eyes were not as red as human eyes. Looking greedily at them.

A group of head catchers could not hold down the trigger with their fingers.

Even if they face the most evil members, they have been trained to suppress their fear and pull the trigger.

But facing this monster in front of me... I don't know if it can still be regarded as a human being, no one hopes that he will be attracted to him next.

They held their breath, and their bodies seemed to be controlled by instinct, standing still. This is the body's most primitive protective mechanism.

When our ancient ancestors were still eating hair and drinking blood, when they encountered those terrifying predators, they would stay still and pretend to be dead to avoid being preyed on.

In the deepest memory of genes, pretending to be dead is the most effective way to face those at the top of the food chain.

What the captors are doing now seems stupid, but it just reflects their truest thoughts at this time. They really think that the blood-stained masks in front of them are not the same kind.

The bone mask without facial features is either a disguise or the monster's real and terrifying face.

Time seems to have been stretched out in this second.

They looked at the blood-stained mask and turned their heads. Everyone felt that the pair of blood-stained eyes were staring at them. The mask clearly had no facial features, but every inch of its texture revealed a bloodthirsty spirit. Hungry and thirsty.

The blood became dim, strangely seeping into the bones, and the mask became blood-free again, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

Except for the mummy on the ground, which was silently accusing the monster of its atrocities.

As the police officers looked at the white and clean mask, the blood all over their bodies became even colder, and chills ran through their heads.

"[The Feast] is not about sucking blood with your mouth, but every inch of your body and every bone. You just need to use your bones to stick to the opponent's broken arteries."

Feng Mu felt the blood sucked into his body from his bones and thought to himself.

"This is the bond between [Feast] and [Iron Eater]. Not using my mouth saves me a lot of trouble, but it feels more and more evil."

Feng Mu had no experience in sucking blood for the first time. He originally planned to put his head on Wang Yilin's neck, then remove the mask and eat it with his teeth.

Unexpectedly, Mask took over and took away the job of Tooth. At that moment, Feng Mu really felt that Bones was very considerate, so considerate that he could come back to life at any time.

He looked at the dead mummy at his feet, and for some reason, he seemed to be able to smell the strong resentment on the corpse. Or maybe it's not the smell, but the smell coming from the other person's blood.

That’s right~

Wang Yilin finally learned how to be an official and opened the door to a new world. However, the first thing that appeared on the other side of the door was a blood-sucking grimace, sucking his entire world dry.

Feng Mu was shocked when he sucked a living person to death.

During the process of sucking blood, he couldn't control himself at all. There was no thought of stopping in his mind. He was completely driven by the urge to suck people alive.

Even if he didn't intend to suck the other person dry at first.

He can allow himself to break people's necks, but he can't accept sucking people into mummies for the time being. His painting style is so depraved that he not only loses other people's sanity, but his own sanity is also affected by fluctuations. .

"So this is how it feels to suck a person's blood dry." Feng Mu murmured to himself.

Through the mask, his voice seemed to be cut off from human emotions, and his voice was mixed with a metallic ruthlessness.

Even though Feng Mu did not feel this way, the people around him who had their ears pricked up all realized the same thing - the monster was not full!

Standing still and pretending to be dead doesn’t work.

Reason took over the genetic instinct again, and a voice burst out in the heads of all the catchers at the same time: "Run away, as long as I run faster than others, I won't be the next one to be sucked dry."


There was no starting gun, but everyone was rushing to start, so that in Feng Mu's eyes, there was a uniform beauty in the movements of these group of catchers turning around and starting.

As expected of a well-trained collective~

Only the head catchers who were crippled and seriously injured and unable to run were left on the scene, looking desperately at the backs of their teammates as they fled.

As well as those who were arrested by the patrol room and brought back for interrogation, they all buried their heads on the ground and faced the mask with their trembling buttocks.

Drain one person's blood, the icon of [Blood Madness] returns to dimness, and the icon of [Feast] is as bright as ever.

[You started the feast. ]

[You took a taste of the blood bag. ]

[Blood bag quality: difficult to swallow. ]

The prompt box that popped up on the retina made Feng Mu couldn't help but remain silent. Sucking a living person into a mummy was called a small taste, but if he tasted it deeply, would he have to swallow all the skin and bones?

[The blood bag that is difficult to swallow has no special nutritional value and can only convert you to 10 days of life. ]

Feng Mu was pleasantly surprised. The [Feast] could indeed increase life span, which confirmed his guess.

Then, his face turned a little green again. A living person could only be converted into a person with a lifespan of 10 days. This conversion rate was a bit alarming. It was hard not to misunderstand the existence of a shady middleman.

The icon of [Feast] has lost its mood swings now, and looks like a normal dead object icon.

Feng Mu blinked and was about to close the prompt box. Suddenly, his face was startled.

[You can add this life span to yourself, or you can convert it to others/it. ]

[Note: Depending on the life level of the conversion object, corresponding losses will occur. ]

Feng Mu: "......."

Feng Mu opened his mouth in a nest shape. The ability of [Feast] seems to be similar to what he expected, but it seems to be far behind. .

“[Feast] can not only act on myself, but also on him or it?”

“Is this him and it the same him and it as I understand it?”

Feng Mu glanced at the mummy on the ground with a rather strange look. A sudden thought occurred in his mind, and he just assumed that if I give the life transformed from his body back to it...

Is it difficult? Can you get up from the ground again?

(End of this chapter)

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