Deep in the Living

Chapter 657 Death
Pumpkin Town

Fran actively absorbed a large amount of mist into his own space, and the townspeople all united, each putting a pumpkin on their head and sharing Fran's power.

Armed with torches and pitchforks, they fought against enormous mist monsters.

Fran himself transformed into a gigantic pumpkin monster, standing at the very front of the crowd.

After such a confrontation lasted for a while, the pressure suddenly eased, the fog gradually thinned, and the monster's balloon body slowly deflated.

There is only one possibility that could cause this: the Joker is no longer able to maintain the large-scale spread of the fog, and his physical form is being weakened.

Once the fog between the towns had completely dissipated, Fran retracted his spatial dimension back into his body and returned to the casino ruins.

Before he could even sense where Roddy and the others were... *Whoosh!* A gust of wind swept in from the side.

One wave after another.

Moreover, each gust of wind felt like a fist landing on my body, clearly caused by some kind of impact.

"Huh? How did it turn from a killing spree into a brawl..."

Fran rushed over; the fight had broken out on a street not far from the casino.

A bloated, middle-aged man with white makeup was being brutally beaten by two young men. Such a scene would surely be condemned in human society.

But even Fran, a permanent resident of the Scream Hotel, would find this scene quite refreshing.

Fran also wanted to try joining the beating, but after looking at many angles, he found that he couldn't join at all.

The combined beating of those two was flawless, without any loopholes, like a giant bell completely enveloping Jock.

This is why, despite having many ways to escape, Jock is currently only able to take a beating.

The beating lasted for a full half hour.
Jock's body was almost beaten beyond recognition; the impact of each punch and kick pierced through his flesh and wreaked havoc inside his body.

His body tissues and bones had been broken countless times, yet his pituitary gland was never ruptured, thus preventing his death.

Right now,

The mist surrounding Jock's head had almost dissipated, but the beating continued.

Even though they had clearly seen Jock's head, neither Roddy nor Liberty dared to kill him.

Their tacit understanding allowed them to continue the all-out beating while simultaneously communicating on a conscious level.

"Luo Di, it's almost certain that our current methods won't be able to kill him."

To avoid any possible fatal situations, he had long ago processed his soul into a mist, separating a small portion and placing it elsewhere.

The fog is something deep in the corners, an essence of fear that can permeate any area of ​​the corners.

Furthermore, he may have been mentally anchored by those outside the realm; completely eliminating him would require careful planning.

Through the beating, Li Beite had basically figured out the general situation of Jock's original body and confirmed the fact that the original body was incomplete.

He even grew bored from the prolonged beating and wanted to end it sooner.

Since he can't be killed, there's no need to waste any more time and energy. As an insult and a way to vent my anger, this prolonged beating is enough.

There are other apostles active in this city; the key to the operation is to reclaim the city of sin and attract attention from outside the region.

Roddy, however, had a completely different idea:
"I know I can't kill him... so I've been thinking that I can let him go, but I have to leave something behind. His head is from the Mist Remains, but his body is his own."

The main core of his consciousness is in his head, so his body is slightly weaker.

After a prolonged beating, he focused more on his head, hoping we could kill him quickly, and his attention to his body further decreased.

My current condition allows me to perform "effective limb amputation," but I cannot amputate too many limbs, otherwise it will trigger his death and cause a transfer of consciousness.

If I beat him for another ten minutes, I'll probably be able to gauge the appropriate level of intensity.

"OK."

Although Li Bet was a little bored, he accepted the proposal. He was eager to see what kind of methods Roddy had that could severely injure his opponent without killing him.

It actually went faster than expected.
Seven minutes passed,
Roddy's eyes suddenly changed, and he landed a punch on Jock's eye socket. *Crack!* The newly grown eyeball shattered instantly, the impact slightly greater than before, powerful enough to kill him.

This was exactly the perfect opportunity that Jock had been waiting for.

He even moved his pituitary gland outwards, to the surface of his brain, and deliberately weakened its resilience. He hoped to shatter sooner, die sooner, and be reborn sooner.

The extra impact from the punch landed on the pituitary gland's surface, causing cracks to appear; it almost exploded.

Death is imminent.

Even a pure beating like before would transmit subtle vibrations, making death only a matter of time.

Although Jock was beaten and suffered greatly, he felt extremely humiliated.

But at this very moment, when he felt that his pituitary gland was about to rupture and he was about to die.

His almost inhuman face still radiated a bright smile, and he had even begun to contemplate the matter of the mist's shift and the rebirth of the main body.

however,
Roddy's tongue precisely tasted this subtle psychological shift.

A powerful side kick!

No longer caring whether he would kill his opponent, he kicked Jock's kneecap, shattering it and forcing his obese body to plummet.

A trap had been laid long ago at the spot where he knelt.

Swish!
Various sharp spikes instantly pierced through Jock's calves, the dark metal spreading inwards. As the intense pain subsided, his consciousness became further scattered, requiring him to devote some of his energy to dealing with this hellish agony.

of course,

Such an impact can also cause the pituitary gland to rupture.

Just as he was about to die, at the very moment his body was about to be transferred.

Jock heard the concise and simple piano sonata again, and a beam of cold moonlight fell like a scanner.

The light no longer illuminates his entire body, but only his right arm.

It is possible to see the flesh and blood structure inside the skin, as well as the mist components transported between the rubber blood vessels.

Jock died...

His fog-like properties, upon detecting the death of his main body, quickly uploaded the anchored consciousness to a pre-set balloon.

Inside a house belonging solely to Jock, deep within the northern island.

The balloon was hidden in a combination lock box under the bed.

current,

The combination lock opened automatically, and a red balloon floated out and drifted into the bathroom.

A disgusting human face immediately appeared on the surface of the balloon. After a moment of painful expression, the face gradually became more prominent and exhaled mist.

Then the entire balloon began to inflate and begin to form its body.

however,
Once the entire body was fully constructed, Jock felt weak for some reason, lost his balance, and tilted slightly to one side.

Snapped!
He reached out and braced himself against the sink to steady himself.

The reason for weakness and tilting is very simple.

Jock looked at his reflection in the mirror, his fat belly hanging there. His entire right arm, along with part of his shoulder and chest, was gone!

The smooth cut left on the moon's surface signifies that his very essence has been severed, making it impossible for him to regenerate or repair himself.

A strange laugh came from the bathroom.

Jock's expression and mindset began to change amidst the laughter...

(End of this chapter)