Chapter 241 Feast Distortion, SSR Is Out? ! !

Chapter 241 [Feast] + Distortion, SSR out? ! !

[Feast]: The blood of the same kind is full of tempting fragrance, devour them, you will be immortal~

[Your body stores a unit of inferior blood bag, which has been converted into ten days of life blood essence]

[ps: This blood bag is produced by Wang Yilin~]

[[You can add this life to yourself, or convert the gift to others/it. ]

[Note: Depending on the life level of the transmission object, there will be corresponding loss. ]

[The current transmission object’s life level is in (low to medium) unstable fluctuations, and it is expected to lose (1-3 days). Do you decide to continue converting the gift? ]

[Yes/No? ]

Feng Mu looked down at the heart in Wang Cong's body that was wriggling and half-lumped, and he understood:

"What I give can be interrupted or taken back at any time, so that we can prevent ungrateful people from being fed."

Feng Mu narrowed his eyes and looked at the line of words in the prompt box [The life level of the transmission object is in (low to medium) unstable fluctuations], which was a little confusing.

A dead person, low is low, medium is medium, shouldn't it be a final conclusion, why is it still fluctuating?

Could it be that if I stop now and leave it here, Wang Cong can still upgrade secretly by himself?

Dead person, upgrade!!

Feng Mu suddenly seemed to think of something, he took out his mobile phone and clicked on a text message he had received recently.

Sender Wang Jian:

Feng Mu, your friend is very emotionally unstable. My dad said he could smell the smell of a corpse from him and that he was about to be deformed. I don't quite believe it, but I think I still have to remind you to pay more attention to him when you are with him.

Feng Mu suddenly realized: "So he is going to be deformed. So, the deformation process of a corpse can happen after death, which is roughly equivalent to a corpse resurrection?"

Feng Mu's understanding of corpses comes from the Internet. They are all hearsay from netizens, and rumors are spread with exaggeration. It is difficult to use them as a theoretical basis to guide his current work.

The only thing Feng Mu can be sure of now is that Wang Cong was originally going to win the grand prize, but now, this grand prize has been passed on to his "master".

"I originally just wanted to transform Wang Cong, but now I'm transforming into the evil corpse Wang Cong, so I will get an evil corpse·resurrection·Wang Cong?"

"So, what will happen next?"

Feng Mu was completely unpredictable. It felt like he only spent the money for a normal card draw, but accidentally drew a mutant card.

However, he couldn't predict whether this mutant card would change for the better or for the worse.

After all, it is well known that the power of the evil corpse is obtained by sacrificing the brain!

But no matter what, Feng Mu couldn't find a reason to give up halfway, and he continued to complete the gift to Wang Cong.

Half a minute later, Feng Mu sat back on the sofa, waiting with interest.

Whether it is the evil corpse deformation or the transformation and resurrection of the [Feast] gift, it takes a little time to digest.

The night is long, Feng Mu is not in a hurry, he can just take this time to sort out his thoughts.

"Wang Jian's father can smell the smell of corpses on living people. Is it because he has been burning corpses for a long time and the smell has entered his nose, or is it because..."

Feng Mu's mind flashed with the appearance of a middle-aged man who had met him several times and often hunched over and coughed, and he temporarily hid this doubt in his heart.

"Chang Wei has been dealt with, Tian Tao has also repented, and the next action will depend on the attitude of the warden Qian Huan towards me..."

Feng Mu silently calculated in his heart, and at the same time, his fingertips lightly slid across a few playing cards, completing the daily card drawing ceremony.

Looking at the new poker hand on his hand after several days of replacement, Feng Mu's eyes lit up and the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "Lucky, it seems that fate is favoring me again!"

The playing cards in his hand were unfolded in order: spade 4, heart 4, diamond 4, club 4, club 9, diamond 7.

Four 4s, bomb!

Feng Mu habitually rubbed his brow with his thumb, with a mysterious light flashing in his pupils: "Who should I send this gift to?"

The corpse on the sofa trembled suddenly, Feng Mu stopped thinking and stared at it.

Wang Cong's body was shaking violently at a certain frequency, and the skin and flesh on his chest made a trembling sound, as if being pulled outward by some invisible palm, and the ribs inside made a crisp sound, drilling out along the outward-turned skin and flesh.

The skin and bones on his head were also dented and deformed sharply, and his limbs were twisted in an unusual way.

"It seems that I will become a corpse." Feng Mu sighed.

Wang Cong's horrifying appearance was not unfamiliar to Feng Mu. Among the corpses he had burned, nine out of ten had such morphological characteristics.

Just when Feng Mu thought Wang Cong was about to open his eyes as a corpse, suddenly, a strong black gas burst out from the latter's heart, and instantly turned into countless tiny black lines.

These black lines quickly flowed into Wang Cong's blood vessels, dyeing the already stagnant blood vessels black, and then weaved into a crazy spreading grid on the surface of the skin.

The grid was closely connected layer by layer, and with a brutal and overbearing force, it bound the out-of-control bones and flesh tightly, squeezing and twisting them inward inch by inch back to their original... human shape.

This scene was both strange and shocking. Feng Mu's pupils shrank sharply into needlepoints, and an indescribable sense of familiarity lingered in his heart. He actually felt that this scene had changed, and it also had a vaguely familiar taste.

"This black net should be the power of [Feast] to curb the distortion of the corpse."

Feng Mu whispered to himself, with a hint of doubt in his voice.

"But I don't know why, I always feel that this feeling seems to be similar to...[The Flesh and Blood Begins to Uncover the True Skill]."

An incredible thought suddenly came to Feng Mu's heart:

"Although there are some slight differences, the feeling given to me is very similar. Could it be that the person who originally created [The True Art of Flesh and Blood Resolving] actually created this art to eliminate corpses?"

Feng Mu laughed dumbly, and was shocked by his own thoughts: "Or could it be said that [The True Art of Flesh and Blood Begins to Resolve] was simply created by Eshi?!"

Feng Mu felt that he was just overthinking, and that this was just some kind of coincidence...

He continued to look at Wang Cong, and found that there were strange changes in the other person's body. The power entangled by [Feast·Black Net] could not be completely suppressed, but was gradually compressed into a fist on his body surface. Sarcomas of all sizes were bumping around like headless flies.

Then with the collision, it slowly subsided and became only the size of a walnut. Finally, it hit Wang Cong's face. It seemed that it finally found a gap, and it hit and embedded itself in the center of Wang Cong's eyebrows, concave into a pale white heart. His vertical pupils, a strange power spread silently.

There was a clicking sound, and the two urns quietly shattered on the table. The forest-white ashes merged like fine sand, automatically surrounding Wang Cong without wind.

It seemed like the deep love of a pair of parents, even if they were dead, they were still stretching out their arms to gently hold their child in their arms, giving him the safest protection.

"Did you pull out the SSR?!!"

Feng Mu was overjoyed and stared straight at Wang Cong. Under the sly look of the blood bar, he saw that the blood bar above Wang Cong's head was skyrocketing, and his ordinary name had an astonishing prefix...