59: Chapter 59 The Terrifying Delirium Patient

"Hide."

Flanked by two whispering syndrome patients with Level 1 aberration symptoms, Qin Feng used the "Hide" skill without the slightest hesitation.

Before he had a clear understanding of the opponent's methods,

Qin Feng did not intend to launch a reckless attack, especially a close-quarters one involving physical contact.

In case he accidentally contracted whispering syndrome,

it wouldn't be immediately fatal,

but it would clearly be a huge hassle.

pollution diseases, especially things like ghostly diseases, were different from pure behemoth pollution.

After all, ghostly diseases

involved the existence of "demons."

Qin Feng wasn't sure if he could rely on Breathing to expel and purify it.

"Hmm?"

As the "Hide" skill activated,

Qin Feng's entire being seemed to escape into another layer of space, his whole body exuding a sense of transparent blurriness. If anyone's gaze swept over him, it would create a psychological "blind spot," as if seeing an invisible object, and they would subconsciously skip right over him.

However,

those two whispering syndrome patients with Level 1 aberration symptoms

only paused for a brief moment after Qin Feng activated his "Hide" skill.

Immediately after,

they continued to approach him.

Their movements were slow,

yet full of pressure,

giving one an irrepressible, eerie sensation of suffocating, as if being strangled by the neck.

"My 'Hide' skill actually failed?"

Qin Feng furrowed his brows tightly,

feeling slightly stunned.

But then he fell into thought:

"It shouldn't count as failing; it's just that my 'Hide' skill currently operates primarily on visual and psychological levels. Any normal person would be more or less affected by it."

"But these two whispering syndrome patients with Level 1 symptoms are clearly no longer ordinary people."

"What they perceive, what they can 'see,' should be something on another level entirely."

"That's why they can easily observe me and aren't deceived by the 'Hide' skill."

But these whispering syndrome patients—

what exactly are they

observing?

Qin Feng steadied his thoughts

and raised his hand.

Sizzle, sizzle!

Fine, dense droplets of blood suddenly seeped out from the pores of his palm.

This blood was as thick as glue, constantly writhing and deforming. In an instant, it formed a pistol with an ordinary shape, a metallic texture, and strange blood-colored patterns on its surface.

It was precisely Qin Feng's "Magic Blade" series exoskeleton armor gun.

In close quarters,

there was no telling if he might get infected.

But at a distance,

there were no such concerns.

Using gunmanship was undoubtedly the best choice in the current situation.

As the two aberrated, eerie whispering syndrome patients drew closer, the sense of danger in Qin Feng's mind grew more intense.

The patient with the shriveled head, bloated ears, and skin as dry as tree bark suddenly pointed all five fingers at Qin Feng.

An unknown, rapid whispering issued from his mouth.

The blood-stained, damaged fingertips suddenly writhed, and sharp, crimson claws, shining coldly like steel needles, popped out from the flesh of the fingertips with a "puchi puchi" sound.

In the next moment—

Whoosh!

Accompanied by the sound of piercing air!

The patient's arm suddenly elongated like rubber, and like a javelin, the sharp crimson claws flashed with a cold light, stabbing directly toward Qin Feng's eye socket!

Qin Feng's gaze narrowed.

Just as he was about to shoot,

at that moment,

"Clang!"

A tenant's anti-theft iron door in the apartment hallway was slammed open.

With a loud boom, it struck the wall violently and then bounced back.

The force was so great that the iron door actually showed signs of warping.

The entire apartment seemed to shudder from the impact.

At the same time,

"protein wonder-pills... I need... more and more... protein wonder-pills..."

A heavy, thick murmur echoed from behind the door.

Swish!

The rubbery, elongated arm that was stabbing toward Qin Feng suddenly took a sharp turn!

It bent ninety degrees in mid-air,

grabbing straight for that iron door!

Boom!

In the blink of an eye, the iron plating of the door split open, and a hole was forced right through it.

Simultaneously,

from behind the thick anti-theft iron door,

there was a squelching sound, as if something made of flesh had been pierced.

"Hmm? This is..."

Qin Feng fixed his gaze there.

He saw thick, pale fingers appearing one after another behind the iron door.

Each finger was as thick as a forearm, with blue veins coiled around them like snakes. Whether it was the tips, the pads, or the base, every inch was filled with bulging, writhing muscle.

"protein wonder-pills... I need..."

"More and more..."

"protein wonder-pills..."

The low, heavy whispering, filled with longing, continued to sound from behind the door.

It vibrated against his eardrums like a subwoofer.

In the next moment,

those thick, pale, robust fingers gripped the edge of the anti-theft iron door.

With a pull,

the ear-piercing sound of tearing metal rang out.

The thick anti-theft iron door

was torn apart like fragile paper,

revealing a figure located in the room behind the door.

In the limited light, half of this figure was buried deep in the shadows, showing only half of the body's outline.

But even just this half-outline made Qin Feng's pupils shrink.

His mouth opened slightly,

forming the shape of a "holy crap."

"So buff?"

Indeed,

this body was extremely strong.

Just from the half-outline, Qin Feng saw a massive pectoral muscle the size of a refrigerator door, and below it, piece after piece of well-defined abdominal muscles that packed the entire abdominal area.

Not just eight,

the number was heading into double digits.

This made the abdominal area look crowded and dense.

Not only was it not aesthetic,

it was actually extremely disgusting.

It was enough to make one's skin crawl.

"This kind of abnormal muscle clearly belongs to an aberration... Another whispering syndrome patient?"

"Coming out of a room, it seems these patients... are most likely tenants of these Raccoon Apartments."

"However, while this muscle aberration is exaggerated, it still has a human shape."

"Plus, I can understand the meaning of the whispered murmurs, so it should be a whispering syndrome patient with Level 2 aberration symptoms."

Qin Feng's thoughts whirled as he secretly analyzed the situation.

He knew

that so-called "protein wonder-pills"

were a product manufactured by Sun Moon Company specifically for protein supplementation.

Although they were made from the scraps of behemoth flesh, they were a blend of various behemoths known for high-quality protein. Combined with Sun Moon Company's top-tier technology, the nutritional effect of the protein supplementation was quite good.

The key point was

that they were much cheaper than the fruit and vegetable variety of snacks.

Therefore, Lower City residents—even Qin Feng—would keep some at home to use as a meat substitute.

"Boom! Boom!"

The sound of the floor vibrating suddenly rang out.

The robust patient from the room behind the door stepped out.

His massive body, which had almost no blood color and was the shade of a corpse, squeezed against the doorframe, bit by bit crushing the frame and the surrounding wall.

In the next moment—

Boom!

Accompanied by a huge, vein-ridged bare foot stepping onto the corridor floor,

and the complete shattering of the doorframe and wall,

the patient from behind the door finally appeared fully in Qin Feng's sight.

The other's body was truly strong beyond belief, as if countless tires had been stuffed into his limbs and torso. Especially that pair of high and wide pectoral muscles; they were so strong they had directly swallowed his neck.

Only a hairless man's head was visible, appearing small and delicate compared to the muscles.

In fact,

even the trapezius muscles bulging high on either side of his head were larger than the head itself.

At first glance,

it looked as if an oversized bowling ball was mounted on each side of his head.

At this moment,

on this muscle-bound whispering syndrome patient's shoulder, where the shoulder muscles were visibly striated, a withered hand was currently piercing through.

The crimson sharp claws had stabbed into the muscle,

but they failed to penetrate through,

as if they were stuck by the steel-wire-like muscle fibers inside.

"Rip!"

The muscle-bound whispering syndrome patient suddenly made a grab with his large hand.

He yanked the elongated arm that was stabbed into his shoulder muscle.

The withered patient, who had been whispering incessantly, stumbled and was suddenly pulled over with great force!

And in the next moment,

his withered frame was gripped tightly by a powerful, massive palm.

The muscle-bound whispering syndrome patient's mouth split open exaggeratedly, revealing a terrifying and gruesome smile.

He looked at the withered patient's half-shriveled head and that pair of upright, bloated ears.

A low, heavy voice

issued from his throat:

"I think you... look a lot like... my protein wonder-pill..."