Tianjin, starting with unorthodox methods to achieve immortality

With a tap of the fingertip, one is instantly transported to the wonderful world of Chapter 120, "The Slit-Mouthed Woman?"

The rain was light, a fine drizzle that drifted at an angle, dampening Chen Mo's hair.

Every blue brick in the courtyard was soaked through and glistened with water.

The sky was overcast, making it impossible to tell the time.

The clouds hung low, pressing down on the rooftops, making it hard for him to breathe.

Chen Mo looked at the seemingly thin light barrier in the courtyard, his mind racing as he considered what other methods he could use.

A rustling sound came from behind.

The monster has emerged.

Chen Mo didn't dare to turn around, but only slightly turned his head to glance at the scene out of the corner of his eye.

"The contaminated entity is not the original form of the Old God, nor even an avatar."

"Of the creatures corrupted by the power of the old gods, the small portion that survived became the contaminated bodies."

"It retained some of its habits from when it was alive, but also gained some things that shouldn't have been there."

Old Zhou's voice rose from the depths of my memory...

A woman's face peeked out from behind the threshold.

But the face was upside down, with the forehead down and the chin up, and the eyes were rolling upwards looking at him.

His hair was wet and hung down, dragging on the blue bricks, covered in mud and water.

Her eyebrows and eyes still resembled those of a woman, but her pupils were almost black, and the area around them was bloodshot.

The mouth area was split open, from the corner of the mouth all the way to the ear, revealing the scarlet flesh inside.

It's watching him.

Chen Mo froze. The Slit-Mouthed Woman?

The face was very close to the ground, almost touching the threshold.

Rain fell on his inverted forehead, trickled down his nose, across his brow, dripped into his inverted eye sockets, and then overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

Its limbs were supporting it on the ground, but not in a normal human posture.

The arms were twisted in the opposite direction, with the elbows sticking out upwards, like four broken tree branches.

As it drew closer, Chen Mo finally saw its belly.

It was frighteningly large, with a taut, shiny, bluish-gray belly covered in purple veins that slithered like earthworms, bulging and throbbing.

The navel was turned inside out, and a pale yellow liquid was seeping out.

Every now and then, a small bump would appear on my belly, sliding from left to right and then from right to left.

There's something moving inside.

The bluestone slabs made a soft, scratching sound as it was scratched by its claws.

creak.

creak.

With each beep, it moved forward a little, getting closer to Chen Mo.

Finally, the head stopped two steps away from him.

Her upturned eyes stared at him, and as she blinked, raindrops welled up in her eyes and dripped down her forehead.

The little lump on my stomach is moving more vigorously.

The bulges arched from left to right and from right to left, as if something was in a hurry to come out.

Pale yellow water was oozing from her belly button, mixed with rainwater, and it spread into a small puddle on the ground.

It tilted its head.

The slit widened further, extending all the way to behind the ear, revealing the scarlet flesh and rows of fine teeth inside.

Chen Mo held his breath, the vengeful spirit in his mind was drawn but not released.

射？

Or not shoot?

He wasn't sure either.

He wasn't sure if this thing had a soul.

The Yin Soul Thorn is specifically designed to counter spirits and souls, making it most effective against things with souls and spirits.

But does this thing in front of me have a soul?

Chen Mo felt a slight stinging sensation in his sea of ​​consciousness.

That was a sign that the Yin Soul Thorn was about to strike, but he managed to suppress it.

You only have one chance to act, and if it fails...

"Waaaaah."

Just as Chen Mo hesitated, a cry suddenly came from the side.

The sound was muffled, like a sound that was being covered by someone's hand but was still escaping.

The slit-mouthed woman's head froze.

The upturned eyes moved away from him and turned toward the sound of crying.

The old woman that Lao Ge had thrown in was now lying on her side on the ground, her body twitching, it was hard to tell whether she was crying or screaming.

She was trembling all over, her eyes wide open, staring intently at her daughter-in-law, her body shaking uncontrollably.

Because his hands and feet were tied, he could only wriggle on the ground like a worm, trying to crawl but unable to.

The monster's limbs suddenly moved.

It stopped looking at Chen Mo and instead moved slowly toward the old woman.

creak.

The sound of fingernails scraping against the blue bricks was extremely close to Chen Mo, so close that it almost brushed past his toes.

Where she crawled, the yellowish fluid seeping from her belly left a thin trail on the ground, mixed with rainwater, like the slime left by a snail.

The stench was overwhelming, almost suffocating Chen Mo.

The old woman's "woofing" grew more urgent as she tried to shrink back, but her hands and feet were tightly bound.

The rag in her mouth was soaked with saliva, making it hard for her to breathe. She could only let out a desperate groan from her nose.

She stared at the upside-down face in front of her, the mouth splitting wide to the ears, her whole body trembling like a leaf.

The Slit-Mouthed Woman tilted her head.

The bulges on my stomach started wriggling wildly, one after another pushing towards my belly button.

Her navel was stretched open, and pale yellow water gushed out, flowing onto the old woman's body and soaking her tattered clothes.

Under Chen Mo's watchful gaze, it opened its mouth.

The tear that had already reached the earlobe continued to tear backward, past the ear, and all the way to the back of the head, where the two sides met, splitting the entire face in two.

The old woman's "woo-woo" sound turned into a muffled sob.

I wanted to scream, but the rag blocked my scream in my throat, leaving only a faint trailing sound coming out of my nose.

Then the last note stopped.

Chen Mo turned his head away, feeling somewhat physically uncomfortable.

I could hear chewing sounds, the cracking of bones, and the gurgling sound of something being sucked in.

He didn't look in that direction; he simply looked up at the sky.

The rain stopped sometime ago.

The clouds were still gray, pressing down on the rooftops, making it hard to breathe.

Water was still dripping from the eaves, falling drop by drop onto the blue bricks, creating tiny splashes of water.

Chen Mo let out a breath.

Very lightly, so as not to disturb the monster.

The chewing sounds from the side continued, but slowed down, as if they had eaten something delicious and were savoring it.

He glanced at it out of the corner of his eye.

The monster was lying with its back to him, only two or three steps away.

The upside-down head buried itself in the old woman's chest, heaving and pushing inward.

The sound of ribs breaking came, a cracking sound, like someone stepping on dry branches.

Scattered nearby were severed hemp ropes and a rag soaked in blood.

Its belly was even bigger than before, and its bluish-gray skin was taut and shiny.

Perhaps sensing Chen Mo's gaze, it suddenly turned its head...