Era of Magic and Martial Arts

Chapter 447 - 431: guaa—wooo—

The scene before the female doctor took her breath away.

She felt Feng Yuhuai’s chest cavity transforming into a bloody meat grinder, countless red threads shifting and writhing like living veins within it, and she herself was being dragged into it... a live sacrifice?!!

"These... these are threads?!"

The female doctor’s throat was dry and hoarse, her voice filled with disbelief and terror, her scalp prickling as if about to split open.

It was only then she suddenly felt the excruciating pain of her severed hand, a deep, bone-penetrating agony that made her let out a piercing scream.

Then, what met her eyes were the pair of dark red, evil eyes that were just closed as if in dying but now were coldly open, just an inch away.

Pupils like an abyss swallowed the light, an evil aura coming at her.

Those were not human eyes, with no irises or whites, only distorted lines like a child’s doodle, spiraling circles continuously entwining in the sockets, as if some indescribable being was staring at her.

"What... what on earth are you?"

The female doctor’s voice trembled, her knees desperately pushing her backward, only to suddenly realize her feet were silently ensnared by the multitude of red threads.

Her struggles were futile, only causing the threads to tighten further.

In response were thousands of red threads, shooting out from Feng Yuhuai’s chest, densely penetrating her body.

It appeared as if the two people were being bound together by sticky strands of syrup, growing tighter and tighter.

Feng Yuhuai fixed a steady gaze on the female doctor, asking hauntingly:

"You ask who I am, weren’t you all the ones relentlessly pursuing me? By the way, you didn’t finish what you were saying just now—who exactly are you trying to find through me?"

"Oh, and who is the mentor you mentioned?"

Feigning death was just Feng Yuhuai’s ploy to overhear the conversation between the female doctor and the monster, to hear the answers she wanted.

But unexpectedly, the female doctor hadn’t said anything yet, instead was impatiently trying to needle her?!!

This was simply... forcing her to reveal her true form with her life.

Alright~

The female doctor got what she wanted.

Terror-stricken to the point of being nearly speechless, the female doctor’s entire face was pulled and tugged by the threads, and she heard a chilling tearing sound in her ears.

All she managed to stammer was:

"You... you... you... don’t, don’t!!!"

Feng Yuhuai, losing her patience, opened her arms, cradled the female doctor’s head like holding a lover dearly, forcefully pulling her closer bit by bit into her embrace.

Time was running out, Feng Yuhuai had no time for further questioning, she had a better way to obtain answers.

"Lies... it’s all lies, Yuhuai, she’s supposed to be...."

Cuicui finally ceased her struggle, her body seemed drained of all strength, limply collapsing into Zhang Liyou’s embrace.

Her tears were finally dried, leaving only a pair of hollow, soulless eyes, like a shell with its spirit extracted, dim without a trace of light.

Her lips pressed into a cold line, the voice squeezing through her teeth as icy as death:

"She’s... devouring."

Those two words like sharp blades stabbed fiercely into Cuicui’s eardrums.

"Feng Yuhuai... is devouring!!!"

Zhang Liyou’s voice was still repressed, but the pitch rose significantly, as if long-suppressed emotions finally found a vent.

Her eyes turned frenzied, pupils contracting, fingers clenching tightly on Cuicui’s shoulders, almost piercing through the fabric with her nails, the voice filled with intense hatred:

"She is assimilating that female doctor... just like she did to Xiaojuan and Yazhi before... little by little... completely assimilating into herself!"

Cuicui, stricken as if by lightning, froze where she stood, her chest heaving violently, as if an invisible hand was strangling her throat, unable to breathe.

Zhang Liyou seeming to explain to Cuicui, yet like talking to herself, her voice hoarse and fragmented:

"That female doctor was deceived by Feng Yuhuai. No, not just her... those monsters were fooled too. Feng Yuhuai... she’s a monster too, how could she possibly be subdued so easily?"

Zhang Liyou let out a long breath, displaying a cold smile uglier than crying:

"Feng Yuhuai was just acting as usual, performing for everyone, but I never expected, she not only deceives people, she even deceives monsters, huh—huhuhuh—"

As Zhang Liyou "narrated," Cuicui watched in horror, seeing the female doctor being pulled inch by inch into Feng Yuhuai’s embrace.

The female doctor’s outline began to twist and deform, as if being forcibly altered by some invisible force.

Feng Yuhuai’s chest hollow expanded violently, countless writhing red threads surging and intertwining, forming a heart-stopping vortex.

A teeth-aching noise intertwined with a hum of some energy flow echoed in the silent air, emitting a vibe that made even monsters uneasy.

A few three-meter-tall monsters stepped back in unison.

Finally, when the last ripple subsided, the female doctor’s figure had completely vanished within Feng Yuhuai.

The anomaly on Feng Yuhuai’s chest rapidly subsided, those fine threads retracted, turning back into seemingly normal skin, as if nothing had ever happened.

On the ground, only a few bloodstained strands of hair and a still-warm white coat remained.

The monster, wearing pajamas, watched the scene in shock, extending a claw covered in scales, pointing at Feng Yuhuai on the ground, its stinking mouth muttering indistinctly:

"Guaa—wooo—" (ps: Monster!)

Feng Yuhuai slowly rose from the ground, her red hair moving without wind, like flaming fire dancing wildly behind her, making her pale cheeks appear even more eerily beautiful.

Her lips curled slightly into a strange, bright smile, a smile like poisoned honey, sweet yet chilling even to monsters.

Her voice was gentle, with a careless mockery:

"You monsters call me a monster? How amusing. Who believes that, who sees it?"

As Feng Yuhuai spoke, she scraped the bloodstains off with her shoe sole on the white coat, then with a flick of her toe, the white coat flew up, landing on the monster’s head, adding to its ridiculous pajamas.

Feng Yuhuai’s gaze fell upon the monster, her eyes carrying a cold ridicule, her voice unhurried, eerily echoing through the dark sewer:

"In human eyes... only those who look like monsters are monsters, those who look like humans... they are humans, wouldn’t you say?"

The monster’s body trembled violently, Feng Yuhuai’s words seemingly stabbing deep, with every scale quivering in a rustling sound.

Their claws desperately scratched at their cheeks, the sharp nails scraping against the scales making a harsh screech, as if trying to tear apart their hideous faces.

In the dark, a cold camera lens sneaked out...