Deep in the Living

Chapter 576 Irritability
[Restaurant Interior]

The middle-aged man did not eat his severed right hand; instead, he devoured the horse's head completely.

Stare at the vortex in the center of your palm.
He took out a special metal utensil and sealed the hand in place, so that the hand could not be moved until Roddy was completely killed.

He wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth with a napkin and glanced at the mist outside the window.

"How did Jock locate this kid?"
He had almost completely erased his physical presence, and with the strange creature in the corner between his legs, I didn't recognize him immediately even when he got close.

What Jock used didn't seem to be a power-based ability.

Neither the hand I bit off nor the horse's head bore Jock's balloon or mist mark.

Could it be that someone higher up wants 'Roddy' dead? It seems this human has offended quite a few people.

It's a real shame. If such humans could continue to grow and reach plant maturity, they might become delicacies I've never tasted before. It's a bit of a waste to eat them prematurely.

I need to be careful, lest I get scammed by this madman.

Behind the middle-aged man, a fleshy movement occurred, followed by the separation of an elderly woman, who was then settled in this "private restaurant" that could not be observed or invaded by the outside world.

After confirming that Roddy had been captured by the Joker and that the mist had seeped into every corner of his body,

He then voluntarily left the restaurant and headed towards the scene of the incident.

Next came the crucial moment of dividing the spoils. He had personally verified the authenticity of the information provided by the Joker, and it was indeed "qualified" for Roddy to use.

His only demands were to obtain this qualification and the right to consume Roddy's flesh; he didn't care about any of the other props on Roddy's body.

A middle-aged man walks through the fog.

A strange spatial force field remained constantly active, maintaining a vacuum barrier of 0.3 to 0.5 meters between him and the mist.

He first went to the intersection, picked up the little boy who was playing there, and then walked along the road to the section of road where the incident occurred.

Roddy, standing at the intersection, was completely inflated, especially his head, which was swollen up like a balloon, showing signs of separation from his head.

The red balloon floating behind Roddy began to "shape".
A large amount of red mist poured out from inside the balloon. Unlike the fog in the environment, this red mist could form on its own and slowly take the shape of Jock.

Round-toed leather shoes, overalls, face shrouded in mist.

Because they knew that the [qualification] was inside Roddy's body.

They need to handle this carefully; indiscriminate killing could damage their qualifications, which would be counterproductive.

The middle-aged man said, "Jock, I'll leave the search for the qualification item to you. If this kid makes any unusual moves during this time, I'll eat the 'moving' parts."

After it's done, I hope you'll keep your promise.

The clown didn't respond verbally, but simply made an OK sign.

Thin threads emerged from the misty haze of the clown's face, about to connect to Roddy's neck, completing the creation of the human head balloon.

The fine thread can easily penetrate the skin.

It begins to tighten inwards in a circular shape.
Just as the final tightening process was about to be completed.

The carnivore suddenly noticed a slight movement in Roddy's left arm.

He immediately made a biting motion, intending to disassemble the arm, while being careful with the biting force so as not to accidentally break the key prop.

Ding!
A crisp sound came from the mouth.

The middle-aged man quickly covered his left cheek with his hand, and then vomited violently.

Fresh blood mixed with a strange, pitch-black metallic substance was spat out. It had no fleshy texture at all; it was a metal he had never seen before, and it almost broke his teeth.

"It clearly feels like a living thing, so why does it feel like metal when I bite into it? And this thing is not only incredibly hard, but it also brings a strong sense of pain."

Something is wrong!
Could it be that this guy was pretending to run away all along just to make me and Jock fully reveal ourselves? He even went so far as to deliberately fall into a trap?
"That's probably it... He must have realized there was no escape when I ate his mount. He's already made up his mind to fight us to the bitter end here."

The carnivorous family began to instinctively back away, not out of fear, but because they needed to maintain a certain distance, re-examine the young man before them, and reconsider the "qualification separation" plan.

"Dad, there's something behind you!!"

Upon hearing the little boy's warning, the middle-aged man immediately stopped backing away.

Looking back,
Unbeknownst to him, the street behind him was now littered with strange, dark animal traps.

These animal traps are not inanimate objects; their bottoms have spiked legs that can move and seem to be watching him intently.

Moreover, the surrounding environment also seemed to be undergoing some kind of change.

……

at the same time,

When the clown's balloon-like threads reached Roddy's neck, intending to tighten the blood vessels, trachea, and cervical spine, he discovered several gray tentacles already waiting inside.

The tentacles and lines became entangled, pausing the production process of the human head balloon.

Roddy appeared to be delirious from inhaling the mist.
But upon contact with the fine thread,
The moment I sensed the clown's presence
The brain began to operate under forced control, as if some kind of code set at the deepest level had been triggered.

Blood vessels instantly filled his entire eyeballs, and his entire brain glowed with moonlight, forcefully piercing through the fog.

Roddy's consciousness also returned.

A telepathic message was transmitted to the clown via the connection between the tentacles and the thin threads:

Of course I know I can't use the same trick on you twice.

I know you were thwarted by this tactic last time, watching helplessly as I escaped. This time, you'll definitely take it seriously, and you'll definitely show up in person, using the techniques you've just learned to suppress my thinking.

Good luck... your true forms have both appeared.

In this way, at least I won't be in a passive state where I don't even have a goal.

You're still as naive as ever, Jock. Don't think you can kill me just because you killed two of Teacher Guo's useless students.

hum!
Something seemed to suddenly fall from the sky.

Roddy raised his left arm,

Because it had been bitten, the skin was broken, revealing a dark tubular structure with a perfect biomimetic texture.

Through the hand of Prometheus, contact was made with the distant dead.

"Since I can't escape, I'll kill you all..."

Upon hearing Roddy convey the ultimate killing intent from the past

A faint smile appeared amidst the mist, a smile of satisfaction.

next second.

The clown's body exploded, bursting open like a balloon.

The red mist emanating from his body immediately blended with the fog in the environment, along with some gray, marking the clown as he tracked him.

Regularly distributed metallic openings began to appear on the swollen surface of Rodina's body.
A faint sound, like the workings of a hellish factory, could be heard.
The accumulated mist within the body, along with hellish ash, was expelled through these openings, and the swollen body gradually subsided, soon returning to normal.

These openings will always remain to allow the mist that likes to penetrate flesh to escape, ensuring that the area remains unaffected in the time to come.

not far away,
When the carnivore looked up at Roddy again, the man's appearance had completely changed.

A mask capable of inducing pain and fear has already been put on.

A jet-black trench coat, transformed from a crippled crow, draped over his body, its hem almost level with the ground. A jet-black card was worn in the coat's breast pocket.

The bitten-off right hand should have lost the ability to grasp weapons.

To everyone's surprise, Roddy actually shoved a metal baseball bat right into the wound, using muscle contraction and the wrapping of internal tentacles to fix it in place.

Most notably, Roddy's left hand is a body part that the carnivorous family finds difficult to gnaw on.

What was exposed outside the sleeve was a jet-black hand with biomimetic muscle texture, and the five fingers were moving at different frequencies.

Something seems to be being created in the palm of my hand, and I can vaguely hear the sounds of factory operations coming from inside.

Simultaneously,

A faint divine aura permeated his entire body, allowing the still immature Luo Di to reach a level equal to theirs.

"Ah~ I knew it wouldn't be that simple... It seems like pre-meal exercise is a must."

The middle-aged man gripped his cervical spine with one hand, twisted it slightly, and began to take things seriously.

(End of this chapter)