AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 514 - 231: The Death of Pseudo-Human, Mao Feiyang (Extra 1,000 Words)

Chapter 514: Chapter 231: The Death of Pseudo-Human, Mao Feiyang (Extra 1,000 Words)

Luckily, the sensation was fleeting, so he could be certain that he had been swept over but not seen clearly...

Mu Daxian held his breath with his heart in his throat, observing the condition of the rest of Pseudo-Human Mao Feiyang’s body, while also attuning to the rhythmic pulsation of the elevator, his fists clenched, feeling as if he was trying to escape from a cremation furnace...

If Pseudo-Human Mao Feiyang were to die prematurely, the Sneering Angel would discover them.

Once that happened, the elevator would be no different from a cremation furnace that had its last door sealed.

The Sneering Angel wandered within the elevator, and Pseudo-Human Mao Feiyang’s movements gradually ceased...

"Brother Xian... I... I’m so tired... I feel like... like I’m going to fall asleep..." the head of Pseudo-Human Mao Feiyang drooped, its eyelids sagging as it spoke in a barely audible breath.

Mu Daxian glanced at it and saw that its entire head was almost petrified, yet he himself was completely unaware.

The Sneering Angel greedily consumed the supernatural power within its body, which uncontrollably evaporated like mist from within its body, instantly condensing into fine white particles and crossing dimensions to enter the nostrils of the Sneering Angel.

The Sneering Angel, eyes closed, eyebrows slightly relaxed, had an expression of creepy yet extreme pleasure on its face.

Mu Daxian quickly touched the body of Pseudo-Human Mao Feiyang discreetly to make sure it was still fairly robust, even if it was showing signs of petrification, it still seemed to be within the realm of flesh and blood.

Unfortunately, that head was not as sturdy as its body, and as the Sneering Angel continued to suck away the supernatural power without rest, an unnatural expression emerged on its chilling visage, like a greedy wine steward who had sneaked a bowl of fine wine only to feel mid-drink, "Damn it, I think I’ve been swindled by a counterfeit"...

The Sneering Angel seemed to sense something; its already ferocious expression grew even more horrifying.

And just then, Mu Daxian finally seized the opportunity to act.

"Don’t sleep, don’t sleep, I’ll give you a boost!" Mu Daxian said, while crouching down and slapping his face as though a good friend was helping to revive someone.

But as he patted, part of the head just "crack" broke apart.

The face remained mostly intact, but the back of the head cracked open like dried mud unable to bear the weight.

"Not good!" This scene nearly scared Mao Feiyang out of his wits, who had been watching the development of the situation quietly, and also made Lin Yi hold his breath, not daring to exhale easily.

But as if Mu Daxian had expected all this, he subtly shifted his body and propped up the bag with one hand, as an orb emitting an orange-yellow glow rolled over.

He scooped up some of the broken petrified pieces and mixed them with the bulb, then pressed them all at once on the intact side of Pseudo-Human Mao Feiyang’s face, like a sculptor kneading clay figurines.

Then, gathering his energy, he covered Pseudo-Human Mao Feiyang’s eyes with one hand, and like cradling a watermelon, lifted it, reattaching its head to the body.

Whatever method he used, the head stuck together didn’t fall apart and solidly "grew" back onto the neck, but because the bulb was there, Pseudo-Human Mao Feiyang’s new head shone like a Sun Fist technique, dazzling and attracting attention.

Lin Yi was stunned by this maneuver, staring at the back of Pseudo-Human Mao Feiyang’s newly revised head, his cognition struggling to process that a bulb had been integrated!

"It’s cognition overwrite! He added ’cognition overwrite’!" Lin Yi realized with a jolt.

"Does it feel a bit better now?" Mu Daxian whispered, his voice once again full of a magnetic allure, containing a special magic power, akin to hypnosis.

"Much better..." Pseudo-Human Mao Feiyang thought of nodding, but this time Mu Daxian held it still.

"That’s good to hear." Mu Daxian slowly let go, quietly wiping the layer of sweat off his forehead.

Afterward, the elevator continued to run smoothly for a dozen more seconds, but the good times didn’t last. Pseudo-Human Mao Feiyang’s body gradually began to encounter problems.

Under the continuous consumption by six Sneering Angels, all of the supernatural power inside Pseudo-Human Mao Feiyang finally depleted...

It turned to stone progressively...

This time not just the head, but the entire body!

"The situation is a bit worse than I expected..." Mu Daxian gritted his teeth as his complexion gradually darkened.

"Xiao Mao, how are you feeling? Can you still hold on?" he asked in a low voice.

Pseudo-Human Mao Feiyang didn’t speak.

Mu Daxian gently tapped it, trying to wake it up again.

But as soon as he touched it, an arm of Pseudo-Human Mao Feiyang fell off from the sleeve.

With a "clatter," the arm that had turned into plaster-like material shattered on the elevator floor.

The next moment, Pseudo-Human Mao Feiyang crumbled like clay, with fine white particles suddenly filling the elevator...

After losing Pseudo-Human Mao Feiyang, the Sneering Angels gradually retracted their hands, then slowly lowered their heads, folded their wings, and shrank back into the corner.

They began covering their faces with their hands and assumed a stance as if facing the wall.

"?" Mao Feiyang was taken aback.

The Sneering Angels... seemed not to have noticed him?

Just as he was quietly rejoicing, he suddenly felt a warm breath envelop him.