Deep in the Living
Chapter 360 - 348: Old Moon Moment

Chapter 360: Chapter 348: Old Moon Moment

Outside the film set.

Everyone was captivated by the scene inside; none of the actors affiliated with the Evil Play had ever seen such a sight.

They lived under the absence of light all day, with all illumination coming from flames or electric lights powered by nerve currents.

The moon inside the film set at present was a different source of light, and the glow it shed was neither as scorching as fire nor as bright as electric lights.

Instead, it was a dim, cold light with a hint of gray. Even being outside the film set, one could feel the sparse moonlight.

It’s more like something attached to the skin rather than being illuminated by moonlight.

Though there was no sensation, it was quite uncomfortable, and it felt like prolonged exposure could tint the skin gray.

The actors couldn’t help but pull their sleeves to cover their skin as much as possible.

They also doubted whether such an illuminating object was part of the film set’s effects, but having participated in the setup, it seemed this feature was absent.

When they cast curious glances toward the director at the forefront, who was also their boss,

they found that their boss was in a rarely seen state of holding his breath, showing more delight than surprise.

Boss David was undergoing "panoramic filming,"

with two slender arms growing out of his eye sockets,

extending several hundreds or thousands of nerves from the ten fingers,

each nerve ending capable of functioning as a camera, attaching to different areas of the film set, collectively recording everything happening inside.

When he saw the [moon] that didn’t belong to the film set itself, David was startled for a moment.

At this moment, Oculus, sitting next to him, spoke first:

"Oh, it’s actually domain-class liberation!

The boss is truly remarkable; the path he pointed out for Luo Di somehow resulted in this effect. His original amplification-style liberation was already quite impressive, and now it has further transformed.

If this kid continues developing and goes to obtain the source of fear between the mysterious corners, the boss’s position might truly be threatened."

Hook, sitting on the other side, didn’t express anything, merely watching quietly.

...

[Ten minutes ago]

Luo Di had received a total of 187 fatal injuries aside from his brain and spine, with no intact internal organs or bones on his body.

Even with the traction of wire and the supplement of the old spine, his body was on the brink of collapse.

Despite this,

the intense murderous obsession and the absence of a stop signal from the director were still driving him to keep moving, even if the next step could lead to complete bodily destruction.

"Death under the moon... is this what it feels like?"

Luo Di suddenly paused in his chasing and killing,

no longer closing his eyes,

raising his head to the ash-covered black night sky,

even in a Hell devoid of moon structure, he felt he saw the moon, hanging there, shining in the sky, so clear, so bright.

He could even see the Moon Pit above and the tentacle structures wriggling at the bottom of the pit.

The sheen cascading down carried a faint gray, sticking to the skin like tentacle mucus.

Luo Di seemed to return to the night of slaughter,

as if standing on the streets of Moon City.

The moonlight scattered over him, fell on the already saturated old spine, satisfying some condition.

Standing on the city streets, Luo Di suddenly realized something crucial,

"Hmm? Can I open my spine already... it feels so strange, there’s none of the previous chainsaw agitation. The ancient descendants made the once restless spine calm down and integrate with the pituitary into one.

The pituitary drives the spine,

the spine supports the pituitary,

the moon will witness my slaughter process."

At this very moment,

Luo Di’s body completely straightened, no longer bearing the aggressive forward tilt.

His head and spine aligned on a vertical line,

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The back seam of the pitch-black coat split open on its own,

revealing the entire simple, gray Old Spine bathed in moonlight, with the mottled surface of the bones occasionally reflecting the same moonlight as the sky.

Luo Di closed his eyes again,

this time, it was no longer darkness,

no longer just that gray used for marking.

All objects illuminated by the moonlight, be they inanimate or living, formed specific outlines in Luo Di’s mind, more information than the naked eye could gather.

At this moment,

the previously silent Squad Leader finally spoke. She first moved her head, pressing her face against Luo Di’s, both gazing at the moon in the night.

"So beautiful... Luo Di, you completed the slaughter in Moon City under such a beautiful moon. It’s wonderful, I really want to thank that girl named Wendy; it seems she played a crucial role in your transformation into what you are today.

Now, you are truly ready to enter the Corner."

But Luo Di gave no response; his mind was solely focused on the hunt, determined to utterly slay the man before him.

Stepping forward,

although it felt like a normal walk in leather shoes, he suddenly was in front of his target.

The chainsaw in his hands seemed to have just lifted, yet it was already cutting into the opponent’s body.

Even though the camera’s flash went off, Wei Junzhe refreshed the scene, launching an almost unavoidable attack, but Luo Di could clearly track the motion under the moonlight, his body executing the most effective evasive moves.

Behind the mask,

gray hair danced in the air,

facing some non-threatening attacks with his flesh directly, knowing the moonlight would replenish his body.

Relentless slaughter,

constant flashes of light.

Under the moonlit sky, Luo Di was nearly undead, akin to a murderer capable of eternal carnage, no different from an entity in a movie.

"783, 784... 821, 822... 891, 892."

He kept counting numbers in his mind, representing the number of slaughters achieved.

"933."

Upon reciting this number,

after the flash of light passed,

Wei Junzhe’s refreshed body encountered problems, with a crack appearing on the camera lens used as his Eye and a missing left finger, as if congenitally disabled.

The limits of the Monster Avatar eventually revealed themselves,

these limits were forcibly carved out by Luo Di’s actions.

Moreover, a problem arose within Wei Junzhe’s heart.

He hadn’t anticipated meeting a "kindred spirit," encountering someone with the same immortal qualities, and the counterpart’s immortality seemed superior to his.

The gray Fear had already penetrated beneath his lens, invading his internal pituitary, akin to a submission-like pituitary.

Snap!

Upon refreshing again, he chose to retreat, opting against confrontation! Refreshing himself to a guest room on the top floor of the hotel, hiding in an air-tight bathroom where no moonlight could penetrate.

He pulled out an aged, curled photograph from his pocket.

The photo depicted a quiet child sleeping soundly on a bed.

Just as he prepared to swallow the photo,

An enormous steel beam of unknown origin, nearly a hundred meters long, swept and crushed the hotel’s top, completely opening up the space, transforming all the guest rooms into open-air settings.

A girl entirely composed of metal floated in mid-air, watching him, but did not act.

All she did was open the roof.

Buzz~

Without the roof’s obstruction, moonlight poured steadily onto his body.

Before he could ingest the photo,

or even blink,

Step!

The heavy sound of leather shoes was already upon him from behind,

horizontal slicing,

the Slaughter Knife smoothly cut along the line where his Eye situated... at the moment of the camera’s destruction, the pituitary in his brain was thoroughly annihilated.

Grasping half of the skull high in the air,

Luo Di proclaimed his ultimate victory towards the moon.

Almost simultaneously,

the Spine lost its luster, and the Moon Projection in the sky disappeared.

The already exhausted Luo Di collapsed heavily to the ground,

even though completely unconscious, he clutched the photographer’s corpse, as if the cadaver held significant importance to him, an irreplaceable trophy.