Oh no! I'm surrounded by female ghosts!

Su Ming slowly turned his neck, the bones grinding together with a soft, muffled cracking sound.

The power stolen from the sun is incredibly useful.

If he is given enough time to prepare.

He was confident he could kill even a true awakened being of the five senses or a catastrophic anomaly.

But this time.

Su Ming decided to follow his instincts.

The instinct to proliferate flesh and blood.

Since its birth, Su Ming has never used his full strength to regenerate complete flesh and blood.

So deep down, he always had an impulse.

That is the most primal impulse from the instinct of life.

He wanted to follow this most primal instinct to change.

So Su Ming stopped suppressing it and let the instinct from the proliferation of flesh and blood take over his entire body.

next moment.

His human-shaped silhouette began to collapse at a visible rate.

First, the spine grew wildly, swelled segment by segment, pierced through the skin and flesh and extended upwards, turning into a hideous fleshy spine.

Next, the skin and flesh on the shoulders, back, waist, and back of the neck were torn apart by sharp bones.

Within moments, six pairs of deformed wing bones burst forth from the body, layer upon layer, intertwined and tangled.

Those were not the wings of a living being; they were more like a pure, forbidden mutation.

Crimson flesh and blood intertwined and merged with pale bone fragments.

Twelve giant wings spread out in all directions like decaying flower petals.

Every gap and every inch of its bony wings is inlaid with countless dark red vertical pupils of varying sizes.

These thousands upon thousands of eyes slowly rotated, lifeless, cold, and indifferent, as if looking down upon the entire world.

Meanwhile, Su Ming's human form was still disintegrating and collapsing.

His body was compressed into a constantly pulsating mass of flesh and blood, hovering in the very center of the six wings.

This mass of flesh and blood has no fixed shape; it sometimes swells and bulges, and sometimes collapses and contracts. Tiny granulation tissues and blood vessels constantly grow on its surface, like a deformed heart.

next second.

Suddenly, the center of the fleshy mass split open, and a huge, pitch-black vertical eye slowly opened.

At the same time, his limbs completely disappeared, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

Instead, countless tentacles spread from the wing roots and the fleshy mass.

These tentacles grow wildly in all directions like vines, and at the end of each tentacle grows a tiny eyeball.

In just a few breaths, only this deformed mutant, composed of flesh, bone fragments, and countless eyeballs, remained in the world.

That comes from the oldest madness, from the most primal distortion.

It is an absolute unknown that even the most mortal and pseudo-human beings cannot comprehend, no matter how hard they try.

A bone-chilling cold, carrying an absolute judgment from the depths of the soul, instantly engulfed the entire Jintai residential complex.

It's not a physical chill, but an extreme chill of being crushed in cognition, having one's existence pierced through, and having all order overturned.

The eerie whispers that had enveloped this distorted world were instantly crushed and plunged into deathly silence.

Instead, there is a vast, desolate, hoarse, and broken murmur of the unknown.

This unknown murmur cannot be described or understood in any language.

But all the fakes think so.

It is not complete.

It is only a part, the tip of the iceberg, a tiny, unknown part.

It's like a human hair, a leaf from a giant tree, or a pebble from a mountain range.

And this has completely filled their hearts with despair.

Especially that huge, open vertical eye, which seemed to pierce through despair, giving off a suffocating feeling.

The dummy being stared at by that enormous vertical eye did not explode, did not scream, and did not splatter blood and flesh.

They are like two-dimensional images erased by an eraser, their bodies fading and becoming transparent rapidly from the edges until they completely dissolve into the air.

The scariest thing is...

Its disappearance did not alarm the other false people.

Even those imposters were completely unaware.

They showed no unusual movements, no fear, and not even the slightest sense of awareness.

He just stood there blankly, his eyes empty, like a soulless stone statue, as if his companions had never existed at all.

Because those false people who disappeared were completely erased.

It is an eradication from the root.

All traces, scents, shadows, and sounds in this world will be completely annihilated.

Even in the minds of their own kind, the memories of them were completely wiped out and erased.

One after another, these fake people disappeared silently, as if they had never existed.

The encirclement of the entire Jintai residential area disappeared at a visible speed, eventually falling into dead silence, with not a single trace of the fake man remaining.

at the same time.

Countless black iron chains surged wildly out of the void.

They surrounded the mutated flesh and blood body in the center, layer upon layer, locked together, densely packed, forming a closed-loop cage.

Boom!

The black iron chain suddenly began to contract.

They forcibly pressed this still expanding and changing deformed form back to its original humanoid outline, bit by bit.

The outstretched twelve wings were forced to fold and disintegrate.

The countless tentacles receded and melted away inch by inch.

All the countless eyes closed and disappeared.

The rampant growth of flesh and blood was forcibly suppressed and interrupted.

It's like forcibly dragging a terrifying being that's trying to break free back into the abyss, preventing it from showing itself.

After a long period of confinement, the twisted flesh and blood faded away.

Su Ming's humanoid silhouette gradually took shape.

He was restored to his original appearance.

However, his eyes were vacant and unfocused, as if he had thought of something, or as if he had forgotten something.

But it is clearly visible.

Endless black iron chains still bound his limbs, neck, head, and torso, piercing through every inch of his flesh and every bone.

It's like chains, binding the most vicious prisoner in the world and restricting all his actions.

Several more minutes passed.

The iron chains binding Su Ming slowly disappeared.

Su Ming's body trembled, and he suddenly came back to his senses.

His eyes first showed confusion, then shock.

What happened at Jintai Residential Complex?

In his eyes, one-third of the Jintai residential area has disappeared.

There were no ruins, no collapses; everything was clean and tidy, like a painting that had been erased by an eraser.

"What about those hypocrites?"

Where are Lin Hwai-min and Gu Shen?

Su Ming was even more puzzled.

They've all disappeared.

They had just brought a lot of fake people to besiege him.

He simply obeyed the primal urge to proliferate and began to change accordingly.

What happened next?

Su Ming forgot.

I can't remember.

My mind went blank, like the amnesia after a hangover.

This situation also occurred in the dark corridor of Heng'an Middle School.

But compared to the dark corridors of Heng An Middle School.

At this time, the Jintai residential area became even more eerie.

So strangely, Su Ming had no idea what had just happened.

What surprised him even more was...

The progress bar for flesh and blood proliferation changed from 100% to 0.1%.

It has also entered the ranks of secondary pollution sources.

Su Ming touched the broken wall.

Although it is said to be incomplete, it gives people the feeling that it was always like that.

Just like when Jintai Residential Complex was first built, it looked exactly like it does now.

The gap even bears the marks left by the passage of time.

It doesn't seem like it just appeared; it's been around for a very, very long time.

One-third of the ground disappeared down to a depth of nearly one meter.

The surface is also covered with the unique flesh and blood veins of this deformed world, perfectly connecting with the dilapidated community and forming a seamless whole.

At first glance, it appears both incomplete and complete, damaged yet natural, giving one an extremely eerie and absurd feeling.

But only Su Ming himself knew.

Jintai Residential Area is not like that.

It should have been a high-end residential community with a beautiful environment and a well-maintained layout.

The unknown anomaly that just occurred seems to have completely rewritten reality.

After thinking for a moment.

Su Ming's figure flashed and he instantly disappeared from Jintai Residential Area.

He randomly selected a lucky imp from the vicinity and asked in a deep voice.

"Tell me, what just happened at Jintai Residential Complex?"

"I have no idea."

"What about Lin Hwai-min, Gu Shen, and the others?"

"I have no idea."

Su Ming asked several fake people in the vicinity, and the answers he got were all the same.

They don't even know who Lin Hwai-min and Gu Shen are.

It's as if, in their minds, Lin Huaimin and Gu Shen simply don't exist.

Su Ming even implanted eyeballs into these fake people.

See the Jintai residential area from their perspective.

It was a naturally flawed, ancient, and perfectly formed high-end residential community.

There were no signs of fighting, encirclement, or slaughter.

As he gazed at the scene, he fell into a long silence.

He forgot the process, but saw the ending.

And the ending seems to be explaining something.