243: Your eating manners are disgusting.

Chapter 243: Your Table Manners Are Too Ugly. The wind howled.

Gravity pulled at his internal organs, the sensation of weightlessness like a giant hand squeezing his stomach.

Chen Mo was falling.

The height from the second floor to the first-floor lobby was only seven or eight meters, but he felt as if he were jumping into a giant abyss-like maw.

Below, red silk churned like a sea of blood.

Those tentacles weren't fabric; they were high-density energy entities, their surfaces covered in fine barbs, currently chewing on several corpses that hadn't even cooled yet.

"Hee."

Ruan Qiushui tilted her head back, watching Chen Mo descend from the sky.

That glamorous face of hers had no pupils, only two clusters of burning black fire.

"The delivery is here."

Swoosh—

Three strands of red silk shot out like venomous snakes from a burrow, twisting toward Chen Mo in mid-air.

The air was torn apart, letting out sharp sonic booms.

Chen Mo didn't dodge.

With nowhere to gain leverage in mid-air, dodging was impossible anyway.

He stared fixedly at the red silks. The icy chill in his chest, produced after swallowing the "Ghost Face Fish," suddenly exploded, rushing along his spine and into his four limbs and hundred bones.

His pupils abruptly shrank to pinpricks.

Time seemed to slow down.

He saw the trajectory of the red silks clearly, saw the still-wriggling barbs on them, and even saw a scrap of fabric residue caught between Ruan Qiushui's teeth.

Clang!

At that instant, Chen Mo drew the dagger from behind his waist.

It wasn't a simple parry.

In the moment his body was about to be entangled, he curled up, kicked out, and stepped onto one of the red silks.

Using it for leverage, he leapt.

Sizzle!

A puff of blue smoke rose as the soles of his shoes were corroded, but Chen Mo himself shot out like a cannonball, slamming hard toward the massive load-bearing pillar in the center of the lobby.

"Trying to run?"

Ruan Qiushui tilted her head, her neck letting out a crisp crack.

More red silk surged from behind her, covering the sky and sealing off all escape routes.

"I'm not trying to run."

Chen Mo hung onto the load-bearing pillar like a gecko, his fingertips digging into the cracks of the hard marble.

He looked down at the woman who was no longer human in shape.

"I just think your table manners are too ugly, and I don't want to share a table with you."

Before his voice had even faded, Chen Mo used both hands and feet to sprint upward along the load-bearing pillar.

Target: The top floor.

"Naughty."

Ruan Qiushui's voice became sharp and ear-piercing.

Boom!

The ground beneath her feet shattered, and her entire being turned into a red meteor, charging straight at Chen Mo.

Everywhere she passed, expensive crystal lamps, mahogany furniture, and still-screaming survivors were all shredded by the red light.

She was tearing down the building.

Chen Mo felt as if a meat grinder was following right behind his buttocks.

Heat scorched his back.

But he didn't feel it was hot.

The Ghost Face Fish inside him was frantically releasing coldness—a gloom from the deep-sea rifts that perfectly neutralized Ruan Qiushui's scorching heat.

It even felt a little comfortable.

Chen Mo burst through the floorboards of the third floor.

This was the VIP guest room area.

The hallway was a mess. Several disheveled wealthy men were running toward the elevator while pulling up their pants, followed by panicked female companions.

"Move!"

Chen Mo roared.

But no one paid him any mind.

Those people only cared about screaming, blocking the hallway like headless flies.

"Get out of the way! You pauper!" A fat man waved a gold card in his hand. "Let that elevator come up first! I have priority!"

Chen Mo didn't slow down.

He jumped directly over the fat man's shoulder.

"Ah!" the fat man screamed, forced to his knees by the step.

The next second.

The floor exploded.

Red tentacles burst through the ground, instantly piercing the fat man's chest.

Without even letting out a scream, his entire person was sucked into a dried corpse like a tattered rag doll.

"Aaaaaah—"

Screams rose one after another.

Chen Mo didn't look back.

He heard the sound of bones being chewed behind him, and the sound of blood splashing onto the wallpaper.

That was Ruan Qiushui feeding.

She was replenishing her energy.

"What a waste," the thought flashed through Chen Mo's mind.

He rushed into the fire escape and locked the heavy fire door behind him.

Thump!

The door had just closed when it was struck by a massive force, causing it to bulge.

Thump!

With the second hit, red liquid seeped from the door cracks.

Thump!

On the third hit, the fire door made of reinforced steel exploded like it was made of paper.

Ruan Qiushui stood at the doorway, blood dripping from the hem of her cheongsam, her black eyes fixed on Chen Mo as he climbed the stairs.

"Caught you."

She reached out her hand.

Her arm instantly elongated, turning into a tentacle covered in suckers that coiled toward Chen Mo's ankle.

Chen Mo swung his blade violently.

Clang!

The dagger struck the tentacle, surprisingly kicking up a shower of sparks.

So hard!

This woman's skin had already keratinized, becoming harder than steel plates.

Using the force of the recoil, Chen Mo lunged upward, flipped over the stair railing, and jumped directly to the next floor.

"Wang Daoming!"

Chen Mo roared at the air, "How long are you going to keep watching the show?!"

Zzt zzt.

The broadcast in the hallway suddenly crackled to life.

"Don't be in such a hurry, young man."

Wang Daoming's voice carried that loathsome leisure, echoing in the stairwell along with the static. "Climbing stairs is so tiring. I'll open up an express lane for you."

Cr-crack.

The ceiling above Chen Mo's head suddenly split open.

It was the maintenance hatch for the elevator shaft.

A steel cable dropped down.

"Grab it," Wang Daoming laughed. "I'll pull you up. But hold on tight, my elevator is a bit fast."

Chen Mo didn't hesitate.

He grabbed the steel cable.

Vroom—

The sound of a winch starting up came from the top floor.

The steel cable snapped taut, and Chen Mo was instantly yanked off the ground, shooting toward the sky like a rocket.

"Cheater!"

Ruan Qiushui's angry shriek came from below.

Refusing to be outdone, her red silk stabbed into the walls of the elevator shaft, and like a giant red spider, she chased after him using both hands and feet.

Her speed was actually no slower than the winch!

Chen Mo glanced down.

That distorted human face was just five meters below his feet, still closing in.

He could even smell the fishy stench from her mouth.

"Faster!" Chen Mo roared.

"It's already operating at overload."

Wang Daoming's tone was still unhurried. "Oh, by the way, just a reminder: the effects of that 'Ghost Face Fish' are about to wear off. You might feel a bit... cold."

Just as he finished speaking.

Chen Mo suddenly shuddered.

The icy chill that had been protecting him suddenly vanished.

In its place came an intense burning sensation.

The high-energy radiation emitted by Ruan Qiushui stung his skin without obstruction, and the wound on his back instantly split open.

"Hiss..."

Chen Mo gritted his teeth, clinging tightly to the steel cable.

Three meters.

Two meters.

Ruan Qiushui's tentacle had already touched the soles of his shoes.

"Come down and stay with me..."

Her voice carried a kind of mental pollution that made his head swim.

In the instant the tentacle was about to wrap around Chen Mo's calf.

The top floor was reached.

The light was suddenly blinding.

Chen Mo was flung out by the steel cable, landing heavily on the rooftop.

The wind here was very strong.

It blew so hard he couldn't open his eyes.

Chen Mo rolled twice to shed the momentum, then knelt on one knee, gasping for air.

He looked up and saw the so-called "Sacrificial Platform."

It wasn't some altar.

It was a massive circular array composed of countless metal pillars.

Every pillar was engraved with complex patterns, vibrating slightly and emitting a low-frequency hum.

In the center of the circle was a bottomless black hole.

"Welcome to 'Heaven's Eye'."

Wang Daoming stood before a control console at the edge of the array, holding that glass of unfinished red wine.

Su Qingxue and Ninth Master were tied to nearby pillars, rags stuffed in their mouths, blinking desperately at Chen Mo.

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