Body command feeding world

Night completely swallowed the ruins, the six-story old residential building standing like a silent, withered bone, impaled between the pitch-black sky and earth. The wind howled outside the window, and from time to time, the indistinct roars of evil spirits echoed in the distance, sounding particularly jarring in the still night. Inside, only a few candles flickered weakly, their dim yellow light barely dispelling a small patch of darkness, casting shadows that appeared sometimes long, sometimes short.

Wu Wei leaned against the corner of the wall near the window on the second floor, standing quietly with his eyes closed. His black robes hung loosely, and his aura was so faint that he almost blended into the night. The elemental artifact in his palm was slightly cool, without any green light flashing, but his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly—a strange, sweet, sticky, and cold scent was slowly seeping into the air, carrying the dull smell of corroding flesh.

In the stairwell, the Falcon team and the search and rescue team took turns on duty.

Wang Ziqi had just finished confirming the situation of supplies and personnel with Zhou Ting and was about to check the doors and windows again when he suddenly heard a very low hissing sound from downstairs.

It sounded like some kind of liquid falling onto a cement floor, causing it to corrode.

Something's not right.

Wang Ziqi suddenly raised his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet, his eyes instantly tightening. "There's movement downstairs, it's not an ordinary evil spirit."

Zhao Hu immediately gripped the Demon-Slaying Shield, his burly frame blocking the stairwell, his thick eyebrows furrowed: "I didn't hear any footsteps... Why does that sound so sticky?"

Lin Ye picked up his rifle, pointed the muzzle at the darkness at the corner of the first floor, and breathed softly: "It's a smell. There's something floating in the air. It smells like rotten glue."

The voice just fell.

On the ground floor, where the cement floor was originally dry and cracked, a translucent, pale green viscous liquid slowly seeped out.

The viscous liquid, thick as glue, spreads silently, leaving white smoke rising from the ground wherever it goes, accompanied by a hissing, corrosive sound. Even hard cement is melted, leaving tiny pits.

The mucus continued to increase and thicken, gushing out wildly from the corners of the walls, door cracks, and floor cracks, as if it were alive, slowly crawling and climbing towards the stairwell.

There was no roar, no attack.

All that could be heard were chilling sounds of wriggling, corroding, and sticky, stringy crawling.

"Th-what is that?!"

A search and rescue team member on the first floor turned pale and instinctively took a step back, but as soon as his heel touched the ground, he stepped on the edge of a patch of slime that was quietly spreading towards him.

pat.

A tiny bit of sticky liquid splattered on his trouser leg.

Just one drop.

"Well--!"

The man let out a painful groan and suddenly knelt down.

His trouser leg melted and festered at a visible speed, his skin quickly turning red, blistering, blackening, and rotting, the excruciating pain feeling like it was drilling straight into his bones. He frantically reached out to pat it, but the moment his fingertips touched the viscous liquid, even his fingers instantly began to ulcerate.

"Help, help me—"

His scream only lasted halfway through.

The skin began to melt over a large area, and the muscles and blood vessels rapidly decomposed in the mucus. The entire person softened, collapsed, and dissolved at a terrifying speed. In just two or three seconds, the living person completely disappeared, leaving only a pool of new, blood-tinged, pale green mucus that flowed into the ground and continued to spread.

The mucus grew stronger.

Then, the pool of slime slowly swelled up and reformed into a human shape—covered in a sticky green liquid, with no facial features, only a blurry outline, and corrosive liquid dripping continuously from its surface, leaving white smoke wherever it touched.

Mucus Mutant Evil.

If you get splashed with its slime, you will get infected; if you get infected, you will ulcerate; if you ulcerate, you will melt; and after melting, you will become a new slime demon.

One person tells ten, ten tell a hundred, and the whole building will become a sticky prison.

"Watch out! Don't touch the liquid on the ground!" Wang Ziqi roared, his hair standing on end. "Back up! Everyone back up to the second floor!"

Everyone was terrified. Suppressed screams rang out from the survivors. The old man hugged his child tightly, and the woman's face was ashen. Everyone retreated upstairs like madmen.

Su Qing's fingertips turned cold with fright, but she still forced herself to remain calm, helping the elderly and weak to retreat quickly. Her voice trembled but remained firm: "Don't panic! Don't step in the water! Follow me!"

Chen Yue's face was icy. She grabbed a child who almost slipped and shouted sharply, "Don't look! Run!"

Zhao Hu raised his shield to the front, but looking at the viscous liquid that could melt everything, even he, fearless as he was, broke out in a sweat: "How do you fight this thing? It melts the moment you touch it!"

Lin Ye fired a burst of shots, the bullets piercing the slime-like creature's body, only to be instantly engulfed and swallowed by the adhesive, leaving not a trace. "Useless! Physical attacks can't penetrate it!"

More slime gushed out from every corner of the first floor.

One, two, three...

The viscous Fiends, formed from the melted infected, lined up and slowly climbed upwards. The sticky liquid flowed down the stairs, corroding the steps and leaving them pitted and uneven.

The entire building is turning into a living, corrosive hell.

"Uncle!"

Wang Ziqi subconsciously turned around and looked at the figure in black in the darkness.

This shout drew everyone's attention.

Fear, panic, and despair all converged into their sole refuge at that moment.

Wu Wei slowly opened his eyes.

His cold eyes held no emotion, only profound silence.

The slime had spread to the second-floor stairwell, and the slime demon at the front raised its sticky arm and flung a drop of putrid liquid at the nearest survivor.

The drop of venom flew through the air, impossible to avoid.

Everyone was so frightened that they closed their eyes.

Right now.

Wu Wei flashed and instantly appeared in front of the survivor, his black-clad figure blocking the way.

He lightly raised his left hand, and pale silver bone armor instantly covered his forearm, forming an invisible barrier with bone energy.

Sizzle—!

The putrid liquid splashed onto the bone armor, producing only a wisp of white smoke before being completely blocked, unable to penetrate even a trace of heat.

The slime demon seemed enraged, its entire body tensing up as it frantically sprayed a torrent of slime rain forward, covering the sky and threatening to melt everyone in the area.

"Sealing the Road, Chapter Sixty-One, Six-Staff Bone Binding".

Wu Wei's voice was calm, devoid of any emotion.

Six pale silver staffs appeared out of thin air, not locking onto the body, but directly pinning down the core flow node of the entire slime region.

The spreading slime instantly solidified, the spraying corrosive liquid stopped abruptly, and the writhing evil body froze in place, its mobility, corrosive power, and diffusion completely sealed off.

The sticky smell that filled the entire floor was instantly suppressed.

Wu Wei flicked his right hand, and the talisman ignited.

It was no longer a small-scale flame, but rather the activation of Yang Flame Blood Essence, causing the crimson flames in his palm to surge.

With a flick of his wrist, a ring of fire swept out.

The flames are not fierce, but they are particularly effective against evil and poison.

Where the flames swept across, all the green slime evaporated instantly, hissing white smoke rising into the sky, and the corrosive smell was swept away. The adhesive on the stairs, the ground, and the walls was completely burned away, and even the corroded traces were repaired by the high temperature.

The slimy creatures emitted silent shrieks in the fire, their bodies shrinking, melting, and burning until not a trace of liquid remained, turning completely into air.

In less than ten breaths.

The slime, putrid liquid, and malevolent substances inside the entire building were completely purified.

The air became dry and clean again.

Only the candles remained, flickering weakly, illuminating the dazed and bewildered faces.

Everyone froze in place, forgetting even to breathe.

Zhao Hu's shield clattered to the ground, his eyes widening: "This...that's it?"

Lin Ye slowly lowered the muzzle of his gun, his face filled with shock: "It can even burn away corrosive liquid..."

Su Qing clutched her chest, let out a long sigh of relief, her eyes slightly red, feeling both fear and relief.

Chen Yue raised an eyebrow slightly, her tense lips finally relaxed, and a hint of relief flashed in her eyes.

Wang Ziqi strode forward, his voice still trembling with the shock of surviving a close call, yet utterly respectful:

"Uncle, are you alright?"

That "Uncle" was exceptionally clear in the quiet building.

At this moment, Zhou Ting and his team members looked at Wu Wei with a gaze that was no longer one of admiration, but rather one of near awe.

They witnessed firsthand that the terrifying slime, which could kill at the slightest touch, couldn't even get close to this mysterious and powerful being.

A young survivor couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "Who... is he...?"

The old woman hugged the child tightly, gently closed her eyes, and silently prayed for peace.

Wu Wei withdrew his hand, the bone armor slowly disappearing. He glanced at the now completely purified corridor and spoke calmly:

"Guard the stairs; the slime will seep up from underground, and it won't be quiet until dawn."

Wang Ziqi immediately replied, "Yes, Uncle!"

He turned to everyone and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, stay in your positions and keep a close watch on the ground and corners. Report any sticky liquid immediately! Absolutely do not touch it!"

"yes!"

Everyone responded in unison, their voices no longer filled with panic, but with unwavering determination.

The night was still long.

The danger has not passed.

But this time, no one was afraid.

Because they knew that as long as that figure in black stood in front, no matter how terrifying the putrid liquid was, it wouldn't be able to step into the building.

The wind outside still howled mournfully.

Inside the building, though the lights were dim, people's hearts were at peace.