noveldepot Chapter 566 - 550: Fighting Madness with Madness?!!
Chapter 566 - 550: Fighting Madness with Madness?!!
The Wild Beast listened in stupefaction.
He rubbed his temples vigorously, trying to straighten out and understand the convoluted words of the Master of Ceremonies.
"Wait a moment....."
His coarse voice was full of confusion,
"According to what you’re saying, Feng Yuhuai is currently going mad in order to prevent herself from going mad by creating ’family members’ like a lunatic?"
As soon as he said that, the Wild Beast froze.
He scratched the back of his head, his thick eyebrows knitted into a knot:
"Going mad to avoid madness, that just sounds mad!"
The Master of Ceremonies suddenly giggled, the whites of his eyes gleaming eerily in the shadows, and he said word by word:
"Exactly, this is called controlling mad——ness——with——mad——ness!!!"
The Wild Beast’s thick skull suddenly saw the light, as if a revelation had hit him:
"Brilliant, but as you say, you’re going mad either way?"
The Master of Ceremonies gestured a Möbius strip in the air and said meaningfully:
"So, this is the most terrifying aspect of the Evil Sacrifice; if you don’t resist, you’ll go mad, and if you resist too strongly, you’ll slide into madness as well, unless..."
At this point, the Master of Ceremonies shuddered and suddenly remembered Zheng Hang’s terrifying true face hidden under the Mask, a shiver running down his spine.
Feng Yuhuai was merely a parasite and had long since been unable to bear it, with madness visibly exuding from her.
But Zheng Hang had ingested four or five Evil Sacrifices, yet still didn’t appear mad, and what of the Thirteen Seats?
Could it be that they had surpassed controlling madness with madness, reaching the supreme state of returning to purity from madness?!!
The Master of Ceremonies quickly cut off his wild thoughts, not daring to delve further, for some ideas were unforgivably blasphemous just to think of.
"No, unless what, you better say...."
The Wild Beast didn’t understand why the Master of Ceremonies suddenly fell silent, though he was engrossed.
The Master of Ceremonies, however, suddenly turned serious and said:
"Don’t ask anymore; just knowing that Feng Yuhuai is rapidly descending is enough. If she keeps up this pace, the day when her madness is fully exposed and the Evil Sacrifice swallows and replaces her won’t be far. If she manages to transform everyone in the town into her family, that would be what we hope for!"
The Wild Beast, not as quick-witted as the Master of Ceremonies, thought everything he said made sense.
He only asked worriedly:
"This town may be a lawless place, but it doesn’t mean there are no rules. If she causes too much commotion and attracts several powerful figures, I’m afraid she might go mad and collapse, dying here."
The Master of Ceremonies frowned and said:
"We’ve yet to find any trace of Zheng Hang; he probably isn’t here.
Hmm, calling the Executive Government to report again, their efficiency is so low that even someone of my [Destiny] can’t stand it, truly beyond redemption."
Boom——
The window shattered with a loud noise, thousands of wooden fragments pouring in like torrential rain, each piece spinning rapidly in the air.
Penetrating several Human Puppet bodies, creating sieve-like holes in their withered skin, with yellowish-brown preservative fluid spattering from the holes.
"Heh heh heh, and still not dead?"
A hoarse eccentric laugh came from within the broken window, and a hunched figure darted out like a vulture swooping on its prey.
The withered body drew a residual shadow in the air, and the hand covered in age spots slapped out in the air, stirring up water-like transparent ripples.
Puff! Puff! Puff Puff!
Dull bursting sounds rang out consecutively, the head of each Human Puppet swept by the palm wind exploded as if hit by an invisible sniper’s bullet.
Scarlet brain matter and shattered bones splattered radially, sketching bloody graffiti on the cracked ground.
Then, the headless puppet bodies collapsed from the chest down, the spine shattered like firecrackers, and the ribs broke like damp biscuits, finally turning into a steaming puddle of black-red meat paste.
The old man walked over the squelching meat paste, his dirty big toe poking through the hole-ridden cloth shoes.
He wore a moth-eaten hemp garment, revealing dry-wood-like ashen gray skin, with a pitch-black shovel on his back indicative of his identity as a Scavenger.
"Little girl, though lives in the Transfer Town are cheap, it doesn’t mean you can just take whomever you want. If you take everyone away, who will serve grandfather’s eating, drinking, and relieving?"
Before the words had fallen, several figures flew in from all directions.
A brawny man missing half his face licked his sunken cheek with his tongue; the metallic right arm of the middle-aged man with a hook glinted coldly; the humpbacked old woman had a double-headed snake coiling around her neck flicking its tongue.
All of them carried pitch-black shovels on their backs, with their tattered clothes covered in dust from the ruins.
"Such bizarre Martial Arts, is this girl controlling people with threads?"
The middle-aged man with a hook’s pupils narrowed, twirling the hook to sever the incoming red threads.
"Something’s off, these people exude a deathly aura, they’re all dead already, if the girl hands over these Martial Arts as compensation, we grandfathers might spare you..."
The half-faced brawny man’s grin appeared especially ghastly on his incomplete visage, the remaining half of his mouth licking the sunken cheek on the other side.
Feng Yuhuai tilted her head, crystalline tears tracing her smiling face, her voice both sorrowful and joyful,
"You killed my family members, so now you’ll become my family."
She suddenly spread her arms, her red dress surging like a blood wave:
"I have a father now, but I still don’t have a grandfather, you’ll be just perfect to be my grandfathers!"
In an instant, countless scarlet threads shot out from her arms, transforming into a reverse-falling blood rain.
The family members covered by the blood rain began to warp and merge eerily, the brittle sounds of bones breaking, the muffled sound of tendons tearing, the rustling of skin stitching together, woven into a chilling symphony.
Fake family, you are you, I am me, we are all independent entities.
True family, you are in me, I am in you, we are hand in hand, heart to heart.
Under the scavengers’ horrified gazes, a six-meter-tall grotesque creature was formed.
It was a spider-shaped giant assembled from dozens of Human Puppets:
The hundreds of legs were embedded with ghastly pale faces, the trunk swarmed with arms writhing like centipedes, and at the very top, dozens of mouths stitched together at strange angles, lips moving in sync emitting indistinct mutterings.
This abomination of life blatantly bore the pathological aesthetic pursuit of some mad scientist.
"What the hell is this contraption?"
Before the words fell, the spider monstrosity emitted a chilling shriek, dozens of misshapen arms shooting from all over its body like octopus tentacles preying on the half-faced brawny man.
The closest half-faced brawny man couldn’t dodge in time, caught simultaneously by ten arms at his limbs and head, hoisting him up in mid-air.
Under the horrified gaze of the others, those withered arms began twisting in different directions——
"Help——"
The plea for help abruptly ended.
Snap! Snap! Snap snap!
The crisp sound of bones fracturing crackled like popping beans.
The brawny man’s body was twisted into a bizarre pretzel shape, his spine breaking through the skin, exposing its eerie white fracture.
The most horrifying was when the twisted body was stuffed into the monster’s abdomen, the contact surface’s flesh melded like melted wax, sealing shut in a moment.
"Be careful! This is not Martial at all——"
The old woman hastily clutched her mouth.
She saw the brawny man’s remaining half face nestled perfectly amidst a heap of skulls, the originally sunken area filled by the surrounding swollen flesh, creating an oddly harmonious..... completeness?!!