Chapter 241 [Feast] + Distortion, SSR released? ! !
[Feast]: The blood of the same kind is full of alluring fragrance. Devour them and you will be immortal~
[There is a unit of inferior blood bag stored in your body, which has been converted into Ten Days of Life Blood Essence]
[ps: This blood bag was lovingly produced by Wang Yilin~]
[[You can add this life span to yourself, or you can convert it into a gift to others /it. ]
[Note: Depending on the life level of the transmission object, corresponding losses will occur. ]
[The current life level of the transfer object is in (low to medium) unstable fluctuations and is expected to be lost (1-3 days). Have you decided to continue transforming the gift? ]
[Yes/No? ]
Feng Mu looked down at the squirming heart in Wang Cong's body, and realized clearly in his heart:
"What I give can be interrupted or withdrawn at any time, so that You can prevent yourself from feeding unfamiliar white-eyed wolves.”
Feng Mu squinted his eyes and looked at the line "The life level of the transfer object is in (low to medium) unstable fluctuations" in the prompt box, which was a little confusing.
A dead person, low is low, medium is medium, shouldn’t the coffin be finalized? Why is it still fluctuating?
Is it possible that if I stop now and leave it here, Wang Cong can secretly upgrade himself?
Dead man, upgrade! !
Feng Mu suddenly thought of something. He took out his mobile phone and clicked on a text message he recently received.
Sender: Wang Jian:
Feng Mu, that friend of yours is very emotionally unstable. My dad said that he could smell corpses on him and that he was about to become deformed. I didn’t really believe it, but I think I still have to remind you to pay more attention when you are with him.
Feng Mu suddenly realized: "It turns out that it is going to be deformed. Therefore, the distortion process of the corpse can happen after death, which is equivalent to deceiving the corpse?"
Feng Mu All the knowledge about Ershi comes from the Internet. Netizens hearsay and spread rumors with added fuel and jealousy. It is difficult to use them as theoretical basis to guide his current work.
The only thing Feng Mu is sure of now is that Wang Cong was going to win the grand prize, but now, the grand prize has been passed on to his "master".
"Originally I just wanted to transform Wang Cong, but now I am transforming into the Evil Corpse Wang Cong, so I will get an Evil Corpse·Resurrection·Wang Cong?"
"So, what will happen next? ?”
Feng Mu was completely unpredictable. It felt like he only spent the money to draw a normal card, but accidentally drew a mutant card.
It’s just that whether this mutation card will change for the better or for the worse, he can’t predict at all.
After all, as we all know, the power of the evil corpse is obtained by sacrificing the brain!
But no matter what, Feng Mu could not find a reason to give up halfway, and he continued to complete his gift to Wang Cong.
Half a minute later, Feng Mu sat back on the sofa and waited with interest.
Whether it is the evil corpse aberration or the transformation and resurrection of the [Feast] gift, it takes a little time to digest.
It was a long night, and Feng Mu was not in a hurry. He could just use this time to sort out his thoughts.
“Wang Jian’s father can smell the smell of corpses on living people. Is it because he burned corpses for a long time and the smell got into his nose? Or is it because”
In Feng Mu's mind, the appearance of a middle-aged man who he had met several times and who often hunchbacked and coughed appeared in his mind, and he hid this doubt in his heart for the time being.
"Chang Wei has been dealt with, and Tian Tao has also repented. The next actions will depend on the attitude of the warden Qian Huan towards me..."
Feng Mu's heart Silently calculating, his fingertips lightly slid over several playing cards, completing the daily card drawing ritual.
Looking at the poker cards in his hand that had been replaced after several days, Feng Mu’s eyes lit up and the corners of his mouth raised slightly: "lucky, it seems that fate is favoring me again!"
< br>I saw the playing cards in his hand unfolded in order: 4 spades, 4 hearts, 4 diamonds, 4 clubs, 9 clubs, and 7 diamonds. Four 4, bomb!
Feng Mu habitually rubbed his eyebrows with his thumb, a mysterious light flashing in his eyes: "Who would be a better gift to send this gift to?"
The corpse on the sofa suddenly trembled. After a pause, Feng Mu stopped thinking and stared over.
Wang Cong's body was trembling violently at a certain frequency, and the flesh on his chest made a trembling sound, as if being pulled outwards by some invisible hand, and the ribs inside creaked. There was a crisp sound, drilling out along the everted flesh.
The skin and bones of his head are also sharply dented and deformed, and his limbs are twisted in an unusual way.
"It seems like it's still going to turn into a corpse." Feng Mu sighed.
Wang Cong’s terrifying appearance was no stranger 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 energy burst out from the latter's heart, instantly turning into countless small black lines.
These black lines quickly flowed into Wang Cong's blood vessels, dyeing the stagnated blood vessels black, and then weaved into a crazy spreading grid on the surface of the skin.
The grids are layered and tightly connected. With a brutal and overbearing force, they tightly bind the out-of-control bones and flesh, squeezing inwards inch by inch and twisting them back to their original... human beings. shape.
This scene was both weird and shocking. Feng Mu's pupils shrank sharply into needlepoints, and an indescribable sense of familiarity lingered in his heart. He actually felt that this scene had changed, and it also had a vague sense of familiarity.
“This black network should be the power of [Feast] to curb the distortion of the corpse.”
Feng Mu whispered to himself, with a hint of doubt in his voice,
< br>“But for some reason, I always feel that this feeling seems to be similar to...[Flesh and Blood Begins to Uncover the True Skill].”
An incredible thought suddenly came to Feng Mu’s heart:
"Although there are some slight differences, the feeling given to me is very similar. Could it be that the person who originally created [The True Art of Flesh and Blood Resolving] actually created this art to eliminate corpses?"
Feng Mu laughed dumbly, and was shocked by his own thoughts: "Or could it be said that [The True Art of Flesh and Blood Begins to Resolve] was simply created by Eshi?!"
Feng Mu felt that it was just his own imagination. More than that, this should be just some kind of coincidence...
He continued to look at Wang Cong, and found that there were strange changes in the other person's body. The power entangled in [Feast·Black Net] could not be completely suppressed, but appeared on his body. It was gradually compressed into a fist-sized sarcoma, bumping around like a headless fly.
Then the collision slowly subsided, becoming only the size of a walnut, and finally hit Wang Cong's face. It seemed that he had finally found a gap, and it burrowed into the center of Wang Cong's eyebrows. It turned into a pale white vertical pupil, and a strange power spread silently.
There was a clicking sound, and the two urns quietly shattered on the table. The forest-white ashes merged like fine sand, automatically surrounding Wang Cong without wind.
It looks like the deep love of a pair of parents. Even if they are dead, they are still stretching out their arms to gently hold their child in their arms, giving him the safest protection.
“Is this the SSR drawn out?!!”
Feng Mu was overjoyed, staring straight at Wang Cong. Under the sly eyes of the health bar, above Wang Cong’s head The blood bar is skyrocketing, and the ordinary name has an amazing prefix...
(End of this chapter)