Chapter 450 - 434: Could It Be Him?!!
Feng Yuhuai stared intently at the scene before her, waves of nausea rising like a tide in her chest.
Even though she was no longer who she used to be, having been baptized by countless blood-soaked feasts, the scene Zuo Bai was performing still brought her unprecedented shock.
If she had once thought of devouring this creature out of curiosity, now that idea had been crushed completely and vanished.
"What kind of... dark cuisine is this..."
Her heart was filled with immense horror, and her fear of the scientist escalated rapidly.
Through the camera’s focus lens, the eyes of the three reporters were tightly fixed on the center of the scene.
They all instinctively covered their mouths, using all their strength to suppress the dry heaves that almost burst out of their throats.
The scene captured was akin to both a precise and eerie surgical transformation and like violently tangling and binding several complex cables, then forcibly inserting them back into a twisted router port.
And that "port" was the creature’s face, which had been mashed into a pulp.
"So this is what cutting-edge science looks like, huh?"
The three reporters felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave, their science-shaped worldview shattered into mush alongside the monster’s face.
The surgical live broadcast was reaching its final stages:
Click—click—
After reinserting the neural network back into the connected router, Zuo Bai did not stop.
He suddenly reached out and grabbed the thick arm of the monster before him.
That once ferocious and terrifying arm snapped off like a fragile branch.
The break was jagged, as if torn by saw blades, and pus and blood gushed out like a fountain.
Zuo Bai smiled and, with a reverse grip, shoved the severed arm into the chest of another monster.
He then turned around, grabbing the thigh of a third monster with his iron-like grip.
With a strong twist, the thigh came off as easily as pulling up a radish.
Zuo Bai, without even looking, casually inserted this leg into the abdomen of the first monster.
The movement was smooth and natural, like putting a key into a keyhole.
In mere moments, five or six humanoid monsters morphed into a new fearsome entity, five meters high and seven meters wide.
Its body was like a twisted mountain made of flesh and blood, with innumerable severed limbs crudely pieced together.
Six heads were crammed into its shoulders and neck, pressing and deforming each other, with some bloodied and vague, some with bulging, dangling eyeballs, and others sunken inward.
Twelve hands and twelve feet extended erratically from its torso, like a mass of frantically moving tendrils, waving chaotically.
Its body surface was covered in crimson flesh and stark white bones, like muscles exposed after having their skin stripped away.
The spinal nerves writhed and squirmed like twisted snakes inside its body, sometimes poking out from its cracked neck, flashing with the silvery glow of nanobots.
The entire creature exuded a suffocating pressure, standing there as a blasphemy against the laws of nature, just a glance making one’s mind feel like it was going insane.
And there stood Zuo Bai beside it, caressing the creature’s massive body with bloody hands, eyes full of genuine admiration and affection.
"Do you see it? This is true beauty!"
Zuo Bai turned, his gaze locking onto Feng Yuhuai, his tone almost reverently earnest, as if presenting her with an incomparable masterpiece.
"Originally, I had no need to correct your narrow aesthetic view. My goal is simple—to find your lover and retrieve the Black Core he stole from me.
But your performance has given me a bit of surprise and delight."
Feng Yuhuai’s expression instantly froze, her brain as if an unseen force had pressed its pause button, plunging her into a momentary hang.
She knew she shouldn’t be stunned at this moment, but the situation left her somewhat at a loss, and she couldn’t help but curse inwardly:
"...What’s going on?"
Black Core!
She had indeed extracted some fragmented information from the female doctor’s memory, but what did that have to do with her, Feng Yuhuai?
How could Zuo Bai, as a scientist, groundlessly smear an innocent girl?
She, Feng Yuhuai, pursued progress wholeheartedly and hadn’t even broached on early relationships, so where was this lover coming from?
"Wait... could it be Yang Tuo?"
A name suddenly flashed in her mind.
That male classmate who once pursued her, hadn’t he already sacrificed himself for love?
Could it be... he’s not dead at all and is spreading rumors about her being in a relationship with him?
Feng Yuhuai’s mind was instantly in chaos, her thoughts tangled like yarn clawed by a cat, hard to straighten out for the moment.
Zuo Bai’s gaze stayed fixed on Feng Yuhuai’s face, observing every subtle change in her expression.
Her look of bewilderment to shock and then to faint panic clearly indicated she had thought of someone.
His eyes narrowed a bit, and his lips curled into a faint, mocking smile.
"But now, I’m interested in your body as well,"
he said slowly, his voice dripping with a faint playfulness,
"If I’m not mistaken, your body should’ve been modified by Evil Sacrifice, right? Truly alluring..."
Feng Yuhuai’s heart tensed as if someone had yanked down her pants, a thorough exposure causing panic to surge from her heart.
She quickly pulled her scattered thoughts back, forcing herself to calm down, although her back was already damp with a thin layer of cold sweat.
Zuo Bai took out a slender needle from his pocket, the tip gleaming with a ghostly black light under the dim glow.
He raised his hand and stabbed, plunging the needle precisely into the creature’s massive back, gently pushing his thumb to inject the liquid from the syringe into the creature.
"ROAR—!"
The creature let out an ear-splitting roar, a mix of pain and rage resonating in its voice.
Its body began to tremble violently, the massive frame shrinking rapidly like melting wax from five meters high and seven meters wide to three meters high and four meters wide.
Though its size was reduced significantly, the dangerous aura it emitted suddenly heightened several times, like a volcano on the verge of erupting, suppressing a violent force.
Zuo Bai slightly adjusted his glasses, the gaze behind the lenses as cold as a microscope’s.
That gaze gave her the creeps, as if she were not standing in a dark, damp sewer but being forcibly dragged into the other party’s laboratory, a mouse fixed on an experiment table, with no escape.
Zuo Bai grinned, his voice cold and rational, like reading out the rules of an experiment to a mouse:
"Come on, let me see whether a scientifically modified creature is more beautiful or a host altered by Evil Sacrifice more fascinating. The judgment criteria is..."
He intentionally paused, then very seriously offered an explanation:
"Whoever can devour the other’s body is the one that has evolved more beautifully. After all, no matter how pretty the one devoured might look, in essence, it’s nothing but waste."