AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 997 - 465 The Source of Darkness: Lin Yi...?

Chapter 997: Chapter 465 The Source of Darkness: Lin Yi...?

Just as he was struggling with how to extract the limbs, torso, and so on from the human body, seemingly because he had been waiting too long, Wei Liang at the side couldn’t tolerate it any longer.

"Oh dear!" he mumbled as he stood up, patting the dust off his pants while urging, "Old Lin, what exactly do you intend to do, being so slow and all?"

"Hey!"

"Not watching anymore, not watching anymore!"

"Assembling puppets and such, shouldn’t it be similar to playing with models?"

"With such a big carrot, and no borders, just fool around a bit, whatever."

"Do you have to be in a daze for so long?"

"Oh, I wanted to see it... Well, I’m off, back to the classroom to admire some mags."

Saying this, he scampered off, like a spectator leaving in the middle of a play because the show can’t go on.

But Lin Yi started to ponder over Wei Liang’s words.

"Playing with models? Just fool around? Liangzi must be hinting at something, right?"

He repeatedly muttered Wei Liang’s words, then suddenly a spark of inspiration struck him, could it be that the crux of Wei Liang’s hint was "no boundaries"?

He was fixated on a Butcher Ding-style approach, trying to explore the boundaries of the corpse, find the parts closest to his concept, then extract them, but Wei Liang’s "suggestion" seemed to be to disregard the boundaries and start straight away?

If ignoring the boundaries... is it doable?

He pondered for a while and began to gesture randomly in the air.

And when he gestured to a certain point, a brilliant flash of inspiration suddenly burst in his eyes.

"It’s really feasible!"

"Liangzi really is something!"

He realized, if his initial idea was to extract a bracelet from the raw stone, then Wei Liang’s approach was like cutting and chiseling the raw stone boldly.

There was no need to consider boundaries; the so-called boundaries are created when needed!

The moment he figured it out, his right hand made a virtual grasp, secret markings lighting up like fireflies under the skin of his palm, and then countless sky-blue auras surged forth, intertwining into a kitchen knife glowing blue.

Lin Yi squinted his eyes, gripped the knife handle, and swung the kitchen knife fiercely into the root.

"Thunk!"

A muffled chopping sound echoed, as if a failed forge contest piece hitting dead meat, almost getting stuck.

Lin Yi didn’t pull out the knife; instead, he directly dismissed the kitchen knife, then re-conjured it and swung again.

He kept chopping at the same spot, one slash after another, finally breaking through the flesh after a dozen strikes, and with a "thump," reaching the core spine.

"This root isn’t as easy to chop as I imagined, yet those green skins do it so effortlessly... What’s the deal?"

"Could it be related to the direction of the contamination?"

He pondered silently, then attempted to form some artistry-side green aura—this was his first attempt at condensing green aura, and the effect was surprisingly good.

Almost with just a thought, his body instinctively manipulated the primordial pollution flowing through him, transforming it into a rich emerald green that directly adhered to the blade of the kitchen knife.

Lin Yi felt a surge of joy inside, as he wielded the kitchen knife again, and this time slashed through with almost no obstacle.

He began to work boldly, but the situation of this root was far more complex than he imagined, and his work volume exceeded by far the method of just slicing a few pieces of meat like the chef in the green apron. _{free.webn\ove(l)(.)c(o)m}

After all, the chef in the green apron only needs to pick grapes, whereas he, besides picking, also needs to decompose the grape vines.

The root, formed from fused and grown corpse pieces, glistened slightly under the dim sunlight with oily hints, innumerable spine bones twisted and coiled like the root system of a mutated banyan tree, and as the flesh was being removed, the calcified mycelium spawned in the mutated rib gaps was exposed, resembling some organ of a Zerg or Xenomorph, gluing collarbones and pelvic bones into eerie branch-like structures.

Lin Yi hesitated for a moment, should this part of the bone be extracted as a collarbone... or as a pelvic bone?

It would be laughable if some Kabuda was constructed under a flurry of knife work.

The mocking thought just flashed by, and Lin Yi’s focus kept on going, swinging the kitchen knife directly to start deboning through perception, one slice after another, removing the flesh on the root one by one.

What Lin Yi found interesting was that even the same "root" contained significant deviations in the nature of the flesh.

The parts exposed on the very outer layer already showed signs of petrification on the way he carried it over, like the surface of a ham, but once cut open, the inner flesh was still quite "fresh."

When most of the flesh was removed, the root began to exhibit unknown mutations...

"Grurururu..."

"Grurururu..."

The flesh at the ends of the bones was soft and somewhat semi-liquid sticky, and when the knife blade scraped over there, the bones emitted a sound like an oyster shell being rubbed, with every piece of flesh removed, a black viscous liquid resembling oil seeped from deep within the bone.

This liquid, upon dripping onto the ground, seemed corrosive, evaporating into bizarre mist resembling faces, as if some souls were lamenting.

"Grurururu..."

"Grurururu..."

Lin Yi kept scraping, and when all the bones were exposed, the entire root’s bones suddenly emitted a humming sound akin to an organ pipe.

"Dadadadada..."

"Dadadadada..."

Lin Yi felt like he was holding a giant wind chime made from jointed bones, or perhaps some kind of grotesquely mutated arthropod...