576: Chapter 576 The Incarnation of Fear Walking in the World

Chapter 576: The Incarnation of Fear Walking in the World

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Inside the room, it was pitch black.

The red light of the distant neon lights projected through the window, illuminating Fang Cheng's face in alternating light and shadow.

He sat upright in the chair, lowering his eyes just like that, calmly watching the eerie object writhing on his skin.

There was not a trace of shock in his eyes, nor a shred of disgust.

It was as if this thing was not a terrifying monster at all, but a novel toy to be played with.

It looked like it had no Physical Body, more like a gelatinous life form between energy and matter.

At this moment, it clung tightly to Fang Cheng's skin, writhing continuously, trying to drill in from the pores on his arm.

However, Fang Cheng's Physical Body had been tempered through a hundred trials, long refining his skin to be tougher than the densest rubber.

As for the pores distributed all over his body, under the control of his will, they were even like countless tightly closed one-way valves.

The terrifying pressure formed by the True Qi inside made it impossible for any external objects to invade even a fraction.

This red liquid was like crashing into an insurmountable city wall; no matter how it collided or squeezed, it could not seep in.

After a few futile attempts, the parasite inside the mask seemed to become even more agitated.

Its climbing speed suddenly accelerated, following Fang Cheng's arm and neck all the way up, heading straight for his facial features.

Finally, it stopped in front of Fang Cheng's nostrils.

Here was the most direct path to the brain and one of the most fragile parts.

As long as it could successfully drill in, it could occupy this unimaginably powerful shell.

Fang Cheng quietly watched this red liquid constantly deform and condense in front of the tip of his nose.

He could even clearly feel that thing emitting an intention of extreme excitement and greed.

Finally, it seemed to have made a decision, its front end turning into a sharp probe, stabbing fiercely towards the nostril.

And at the moment when this red liquid probed into it and was about to touch the nasal mucosa.

Fang Cheng's eyes suddenly narrowed, and his chest heaved slightly.

The thick True Qi instantly rose from the Dantian, rushing upward against the current.

"Hoo—"

A breath condensed like a white rainbow suddenly spewed out from his two nostrils.

In an instant, it was as if a thunderclap exploded, rumbling and echoing in the bedroom.

This Pure Yang Qi stimulated by the Grandmaster-level Qigong, like an invisible heavy hammer, solidly bombarded the red parasite.

"Squeak—"

A shrill scream from the Soul level suddenly resounded in Fang Cheng's mind.

That red liquid was like an insect scalded by a red-hot branding iron, suddenly bouncing off his face.

Then it trembled violently in mid-air, and then fell limply onto the desk.

It kept twitching and writhing on the desktop, as if it had suffered heavy damage.

Fang Cheng's incomparably vigorous Qi and blood were like a raging furnace.

For such sinister and evil things, it was inherently the most fatal threat.

Just approaching it made it feel as if it had fallen into the scorching sun and was being burned by flames.

This thing obviously possessed spiritual intelligence and could clearly feel the emotions of fear and pain.

Under Fang Cheng's fiery gaze, it did not dare to stay for a fraction, instantly turning into a red stream of light, panicked and pouncing towards the desk, drilling back into the clown mask.

As the red light on the surface of the mask completely converged, the originally flowing blood color gradually solidified, finally like being covered with a layer of red paint.

In the blink of an eye, the bedroom returned to peace.

The bizarre scene just now seemed to be just an illusion before going to bed.

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, and he reached out again, picking up the clown mask that had returned to normal.

Starting off icy and hard, he could not feel any signs of life.

If he hadn't witnessed the scene just now with his own eyes, in the eyes of ordinary people, this was simply a very ordinary piece of handicraft.

Fang Cheng frowned slightly, recalling in his mind the conversation with the Masked Man on the rooftop of the Silver Wing Building.

According to the Masked Man, this mask was a rare item he obtained from the ancient civilization ruins controlled by the military.

At that time he was fleeing, and on the way he found an unrotted ancient corpse, so he stripped the mask off the opponent's face.

Fang Cheng still clearly remembered the scene when he used his Qilin Arm to build up power for an attack.

Originally, a punch defeated the opponent's psychokinesis storm, but in the end it was blocked by an abruptly appearing red light, offsetting part of the force.

This allowed the Masked Man to narrowly save his life, without being blown up on the spot by him.

Thinking about it now, that red light should be the thing parasitizing in this mask.

It seemed to be able to switch between the two forms of organic life form and inorganic matter.

Sleeping on weekdays, it integrated with the mask without any abnormality.

Once encountered danger and activated, it would erupt with special energy, endowing the mask with astonishing defensive capabilities.

Through the brief contact just now, Fang Cheng could also judge one point.

This thing had an incomparably strong desire to devour human flesh and Soul.

Like a prehistoric Vicious Beast that had been starving for millions of years, it instinctively wanted to hunt all moving living creatures in front of it.

Fang Cheng was not clear how the Masked Man controlled this thing back then.

Was it through forced control of Mental Energy? Or did it reach some kind of symbiotic agreement?

While pondering, he turned the mask over, tapped it gently with his fingertips, making a dull thudding sound.

The Materials of the mask looked ordinary, and the texture was similar to the chemical polymer of modern civilization, which was plastic.

Its bizarre defense effect obviously came entirely from the red parasitic thing.

This made Fang Cheng couldn't help thinking of the monster like a meat mountain in the Blood Thorn Mercenary Group.

The Masked Man once confessed that the monster and he were treated as experimental personnel together, entering that ancient ruin, but were infected by an unknown virus.

He, who was originally just an ordinary mercenary, mutated violently as a result.

Not only did he lose his reason, his body size swelled wildly, his strength and defense increased explosively, and he even became fond of cannibalism.

Perhaps, between the two, there inherently existed some common connection.

In the darkness, Fang Cheng's eyes flashed brightly, and a thought emerged.

He opened the desk drawer and rummaged out a tactical dagger that was pitch black all over.

This dagger was the trophy captured from some unlucky guy last time, the blade flashing with a gloomy cold light, obviously extremely sharp.

Fang Cheng grasped the dagger and stabbed towards the fingertip of his left index finger without hesitation.

However, because his Physique was too high, the tip of the dagger touched his skin as if stabbing on a piece of high-toughness rubber.

The skin depressed downward, but failed to pierce through for a long time.

Until Fang Cheng frowned slightly and his wrist increased its strength, the tough epidermis was finally torn open with a tiny cut.

A drop of scarlet blood then seeped out.

He aimed his bleeding finger at the clown mask on the desk and squeezed it gently.

Pat.

The blood drop accurately dripped onto the exaggerated red lips of the mask.

In the silent bedroom, Fang Cheng held his breath, his eyes locked on any subtle movement.

The next moment, the abnormality happened again.

As soon as this drop of blood touched the surface of the mask, it was like a drop of water falling into a scalding oil pan.

The entire clown mask instantly lit up with a layer of eerie red light.

The originally solidified bright red background seemed to come alive, boiling and writhing crazily.

That red liquid that had just been forced back into the mask actually poured out impatiently at this moment, swallowing that drop of blood in one gulp.

"Squeak! Squeak!"

A subtle and shrill cry rang directly in Fang Cheng's mind, full of excitement and desire.

I saw that red liquid twisting crazily on the mask, transforming into various ferocious forms, sometimes turning into sharp claws, sometimes turning into fangs.

Baring fangs and brandishing claws at Fang Cheng, it seemed impatient to pounce again and devour him completely.

But after all, it did not dare to take the risk.

The vigorous and blazing Qi and blood on Fang Cheng's body, for it, was both a fatal poison and supreme deliciousness.

This extreme sense of contradiction plunged it into a bizarre state of mania and cowering.

It could only be restless on the mask, but never dared to cross the line by even a step.

"Is that all your ability?"

Fang Cheng looked at its bluffing appearance, the corners of his mouth curving into a cruel arc:

"Since you are of no use to me, I might as well destroy you!"

Before the words fell, he suddenly struck.

A Knife-hand was as fast as lightning, heavily chopping onto that clown mask.

Crack!

The force was just right, and the mask shattered in response, into pieces.

"Squeak—"

That red parasite let out a scream of extreme panic.

Then it ejected from the broken mask, turning into a red stream of light, shooting towards the ghost mask placed next to it.

It wanted to repeat the old trick and find a new host.

Fang Cheng's eyes were sharp, and he was about to reach out to capture it, but his movement suddenly paused the next instant.

I saw that white ghost mask that had been lying quietly on the desk unexpectedly showing abnormalities at this moment.

At the position of the mask's eyes, those two red gems that were originally slightly dim bloomed brilliantly with two points of eerie red light.

That big mouth that almost split to the root of the ears, the split arc seemed to be a bit larger.

Like a demon waking up from a deep sleep, it wantonly exuded an evil and tyrannical aura.

The red parasite shooting at high speed seemed to have also felt this fatal threat, emitting a more miserable scream than before.

It forcibly reversed direction in mid-air, no longer caring about finding a host, only wanting to desperately escape this room full of monsters.

However, it was too late.

The white ghost mask actually floated directly, like a white lightning bolt, arriving later but reaching first, instantly catching up with that red stream of light.

At the same time, on the back of the mask, countless translucent filamentous substances shot out fiercely.

They were like slender and tough tentacles, intertwining and wrapping rapidly in the air, turning into an inescapable net, instantly capturing the red parasite firmly.

"Squeak! Squeak squeak!"

The red parasite struggled desperately in the cage formed by the tentacles, but to no avail.

Those transparent tentacles seemed to possess life, wrapping around it tightly, and began to absorb and devour it at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The whole process was like the most primitive survival of the fittest in nature, following the natural Law of survival.

As the absorption proceeded, those transparent tentacles were gradually stained with a layer of bright blood red.

In just a few breaths, the red parasite was completely absorbed, leaving not even a trace of aura.

And those tentacles, after devouring the prey, quickly faded their blood color and became crystal clear again.

Then, like gossamer, they slowly retracted into the mask, as if they had never appeared.

Fang Cheng's heart moved slightly, looking in surprise at this unimaginable scene.

At this time, the ghost mask that had completed "feeding" trembled slightly in mid-air.

As if sensing the master's intent, it took the initiative to fly slowly towards his direction, and finally hovered in front of him.

Fang Cheng raised his brow slightly, thought for a moment, and then stretched out his palm, holding it in his hand.

The touch upon starting had faintly changed compared to before.

No longer purely icy and hard, the palm could feel a trace of faint tremor like a pulse.

There was also a vague and tyrannical aura lingering on the mask.

He raised his eyes to look closely, seeing that the mask's originally pale white background color had now been completely soaked by a layer of eerie dark red.

The facial features and contours of the mask also became more profound and three-dimensional, with cold, hard, and fierce lines.

In the holes of the eye parts, those two red points of light still flickered faintly in the darkness.

As if at any time it would spew out the flames of Hell, devouring everything in front of it, terrifying to look at.

And that big mouth, the upward-curved arc of the corners of the mouth became more exaggerated, almost tearing the lower jaw, revealing two rows of dense and sharp fangs.

The entire mask seemed to have completely transformed from a dead object into a living existence.

It was like a magic weapon from the abyss, overriding mortal objects in the world, filled with endless fury and evil.

Fang Cheng stared at the scarlet mask in his palm.

The blood color on the surface of the mask fluctuated slowly like a living creature, like a beating heart.

A cold voice full of endless temptation sounded deep in his mind.

"Put me on..."

"You will gain the power to destroy everything..."

"Your enemies will wail and tremble under your shadow, turning into dust..."

"You will become the Incarnation of Fear walking in the world, the only apostle representing the will of slaughter..."

Hearing this, Fang Cheng's expression did not change by a shred.

After just a slight hesitation, he slowly raised his hand and put this brand new mask exuding an ominous aura onto his face.

An icy touch came, and the mask perfectly fitted his facial contours.

However, the moment Fang Cheng put it on.

Boom!

A violent will, like a volcano accumulated for tens of thousands of years, erupted suddenly, rushing into his mind.

Countless chaotic images flashed before Fang Cheng's eyes abruptly.

Mountains of corpses, seas of blood, wailing, grinning evil smiles...

Scene after scene, as if originating from the nine nether Hells, turned into a torrent of Mental Energy, violently impacting his mind.

The most primitive and pure desire for slaughter bred wildly in the depths of his Soul, trying to completely devour his reason and turn him into a monster that only knew how to kill.

However...

In Fang Cheng's mental world, it was not a piece of darkness that could be eroded at will.

Here, a huge island built with a golden palace floated.

And in the sky of this island, a dazzling scorching sun hung high here, blooming with endless light and heat.

That was precisely the Martial Dao will he had condensed through a hundred trials.