Chapter 287: Posthumous Work (6)
When Everly fled from the ruins, the weeping woman had still barely resembled a human. Aside from the tentacles that had burst from her shoulders, the rest of her body had not yet undergone any mutation.
Yet in the span of only a few dozen seconds, by the time the woman’s attention had been drawn by the little monster’s cries and she charged over for revenge, her appearance had changed completely.
The skin covering the woman’s upper body had split apart into dry, cracked plates like drought-stricken earth. From the fissures, not only bright red muscle tissue but also countless tentacles protruded. Her face had suffered the worst of the transformation—even the places where her eyes and mouth should have been had become fertile ground for writhing tentacles.
And yet, her lower body remained entirely human.
The result was a grotesque creature with a grotesquely swollen upper body perched atop two thin, stick-like human legs. As she staggered forward with great difficulty, she looked like a walking bouquet of writhing tendrils, her appearance unsettling to the extreme.
The larger monster moved slowly, but the sheer number of tentacles covering her body gave her an exceptionally long reach. Although the tentacles had completely overtaken where her eyes should have been—meaning she should have been unable to see—she could still pinpoint Everly’s location with uncanny precision. Like a volley of arrows, countless tentacles shot toward Everly with a rapid whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
Left with no other choice, Everly darted between abandoned vehicles, weaving and dodging through the obstacles around her until she finally escaped the larger monster’s attack range.
By running, she had successfully avoided the monster’s tentacles—but at the same time, she lost her chance to finish off the little monster.
Fortunately, the larger monster’s true target was not Everly, but the little monster pinned to the ground.