Deep in the Living
Chapter 330 - 318 Abnormal

Chapter 330: Chapter 318 Abnormal

Twenty years ago,

a Hell carriage speeding through the Black Thorn Forest of the Burning Earth Plain directly tossed a pile of newly born infants from the carriage.

This was neither an experiment nor an intention to select these infants for some purpose.

It was purely because the female Demon on the carriage had hoarded too many fetuses and needed to unload a portion.

In True Hell, such abandonment of offspring is relatively common since many females possess extremely powerful fertility, not even deeming it worth mentioning unless it’s at least ten or twenty births.

Moreover, some of them have special physiques that can shorten the gestation period or even continue to become pregnant during it.

There were twenty-seven infants in the Black Thorn Forest.

After all, they were Demons; although just born, they already had the ability to crawl and began gnawing on the thorns out of hunger.

However,

the scent of the amniotic fluid from the infants and their own flesh soon attracted the beasts of Hell; a Huge spider with spikes all over its body, larger than a horse, came along.

One by one,

by the time it ate the first twenty-six, the spider seemed to be full.

Looking at the last infant lying on the ground, it spat out spider silk to wrap it up, taking it back to the nest as reserve food.

However, after reaching the nest, the Demon infant played with the spider’s offspring, showing no fear of it whatsoever.

Gradually, the spider removed the infant from its list of food and even began to nurture it as one of its own.

More than a decade passed.

The female Demon that had abandoned her offspring in the Black Thorn Forest was brutally killed, her body found hanging in the basement, her abdomen extremely swollen, filled with densely packed spider eggs.

The surrounding witnesses mentioned a strange Demon with an all-black body and spider legs on its back coming here.

This Demon, raised by spiders, is named Frank, after his first prey, whom he killed to seize life.

His way of life wasn’t suitable for public display in Hell, and he had even been wanted in a small area.

Frank, carrying his "answer" to killing his birth mother, took the cheapest Primordial Slime Cruise to Hell’s Dark Side, where he was acknowledged by Evil Play and qualified to participate in this grand drama.

Before heading to town, he had already killed three participants along the way.

Raised by spiders, he had an extremely high talent for assassination, and his life story was even posted at the entrance of the theater; many spectators placed their bets on him.

Currently,

Frank was also lured to the Iron Gate by the sound.

Upon seeing that the cause of the Huge noise was an ordinary Corpse Mover, he didn’t think, like the other competitors, that the other was engaging in a desperate act of suicide.

Although the scent emitted from this man’s brain was inferior, his innate spider Perception made him feel that this Corpse Mover might be different.

Frank’s compound eyes and velvet-like Perception gave him a panoramic view of the current area.

"1, 2, 3... there are seven people here watching this guy who is purposely making noise.

With the presence of these fools, I won’t be directly exposed. This person has a very strange feeling about him, even a dangerous one.

Try the Transforming Poison Needle, and if I can kill him directly, then all the better."

Frank’s mouth squirmed, spitting out an almost invisible fine needle, tainted with his own unique venom.

With a flick of his finger!

The poison needle didn’t shoot straight at the target, but after multiple ricochets, took another path to shoot over.

Just as the needle was about to hit,

the seemingly clumsy Corpse Mover actually stopped moving forward, and by doing so dodged the poison needle just in time.

"Hmm?"

Frank could not determine whether it was luck or if the other had truly perceived the existence of the poison needle.

Another poison needle spat out from his mouth, shooting straight at the target’s chest after multiple bounces, and this time it couldn’t be dodged by simply stopping.

Just as it was about to hit,

the Corpse Mover suddenly crouched down, digging out the dirt from his shoes, and dodged again.

Tsk!

Frank was getting a bit impatient, pulling out a third needle from his mouth, visibly thicker than the previous two and coated with more venom.

This time, instead of spitting it out, he held the poison needle between his fingers.

Exert greater finger strength to flick out the poison needle!

Whoosh!

This time, the Corpse Mover, who had just cleaned the mud from his shoes, seemed to be out of luck, making no attempt to dodge whatsoever.

The cold gleam targeted his neck,

And just as it was about to pierce... Snap!

A suddenly raised finger astonishingly caught the poison needle,

A gaze that didn’t belong to the Corpse Mover shot over, scaring Frank so much that his body, propped up by spider-like legs, clung completely to the wall, his breathing halted.

Thud thud thud! A series of heavy footsteps were actually getting closer to him.

Each step landed heavily, as though stomping right on the surface of Frank’s heart.

"Impossible!

I used a slingshot movement to alter the path of the poison needle, and I haven’t leaked any scent of my presence, I couldn’t possibly be exposed... but why is he heading precisely in my direction?

If I choose to flee now, will he catch up? Can I escape with my speed?"

Frank was caught in a mental trap, struggling to choose between hiding and fleeing.

He had never encountered such a situation before and couldn’t understand what was going on with the Corpse Mover at all.

The footsteps grew closer,

30m,

20m,

10m,

And when Frank was about to grit his teeth and attempt to escape at full speed.

Boom!

A wooden door ten meters away was smashed by a shovel, followed by violent fighting noises from inside the building.

The sound did not last long before it subsided, leaving only the sound of something being dragged.

Frank happened to be hiding behind this building, quietly poking his head out and peering at the entrance.

The strange Corpse Mover just walked out,

In one hand, he carried a head that was still dripping with blood,

In the other, a long-haired headless corpse,

Realizing he wasn’t the one exposed, Frank relaxed a bit, but this was replaced by a different kind of confusion: "What on earth is he trying to do? After killing a competitor, shouldn’t he be quietly disposing of the body, extracting brain essence?

The head in his hand is still fresh, not yet pierced by the syringe.

What is he intending to do with the corpse he is dragging?

He’s unarmed now, should I give it another try?"

Another poison needle was spit out from his mouth, pinched in his hand. Just as Frank was considering whether to shoot the poison needle up close, the scene before him made him stop his actions.

The Corpse Mover arrived in front of a street lamp,

Stripped the clothes off of the corpse, then with the dark blood oozing from the neck, began to paint on the body, marking with words on both the front and back.

Front - "Fighting Hall is now open, interested parties please proceed to the central city gate area"

Back - "Bloodstained Skull"

Then, the Corpse Mover hung the headless corpse from the street lamp. In the view of all onlookers, he used the syringe to extract brain essence from the head in his hand.

At last, at a leisurely pace, he went back into the house, picking up the blood-stained shovel again.

Carrying the iron ball on his shoulder, he took heavy steps,

Slowly disappearing into the mist that shrouded the town streets.

Frank was completely dumbfounded.

From birth to now, he had never seen such an individual.

This behavior deviated entirely from the standards of Evil Play, it wasn’t the style of the Insects.

But for some reason,

The cold blood in his veins inexplicably became agitated, and as he looked at the headless body hanging from the street lamp, as he read the words on it, he actually felt an urge to go see and try the so-called Fighting Hall.