Chapter 167: Slim (7)
After wrapping its tail around the school doctor’s neck, the white strip did not immediately tighten and strangle him.
Like a cobra that had seized its prey, it coiled its long body several times around his neck. While the doctor, in panic, screamed and tried to tear it off, the upper half of its body arched upward. Its head—lined with sharp teeth and suction-cup-like structures—aimed directly at his open mouth and suddenly plunged inside.
“Ahh… mmph—mmphhh!”
His remaining screams were smothered as whatever entered his mouth blocked his airway, turning his voice into muffled, terrified sounds.
No one knew exactly what kind of creature the white strip was. When seized, its surface secreted a large amount of slick, slippery mucus.
Even though the doctor immediately tried to grab and pull it out from his mouth, the thing was far too slippery—impossible to get a firm hold on, impossible to tear apart, like a strip of tough, elastic leather.
At the same time, its head had already broken through his throat and entered his esophagus, sliding all the way down toward his stomach.
The sharp spines at its head were the deadliest spear in its advance. Teeth, tongue, throat muscles, esophageal tissue—any possible barrier was as fragile as paper in front of those spines, easily pierced and forced aside.
Meanwhile, the countless suction-cup structures along its head served as its shield. They latched tightly onto every surface it passed, like dozens of grasping hands clinging to the inner wall of his esophagus. As a result, every attempt the doctor made to pull it out only caused a horrific, tearing pain—like his own esophagus was being dragged up into his mouth.