900: Rotten Flesh (21) 900: Rotten Flesh (21) “You took them… where?”
Tooth Throat Lay Buddhist’s reaction could be described as the epitome of shock and rage intertwined, her ferocious expression seemingly envisioning some unimaginable scene.
At the same time, amidst shrieks, her gelatinous body actually began to melt rapidly.
The flesh quality of a Middle Superhuman, fragile as ice cream under a scorching sun at this moment.
Truly frank, indeed only attacks at the Demigod Level could inflict any significant harm on them!
Fu Qian expressed sincere admiration for Tooth Throat Lay Buddhist’s suggestion just now.
And besides her, there were two others whose bodies were melting away at a dizzying pace.
Three in total. The same number as those who had been devoured just now. One-on-one?
Fu Qian pondered and analyzed the reactions.
The problem was he had already counted. The Big Shot Group totaled seventeen members. If it were simply a matter of pairing up, wouldn’t that leave one person out?
Moreover, the melting of their flesh was evidently spreading to everyone else, just at a slower rate.
A series of clues flashed through Fu Qian’s mind, and at a certain moment, he seemed to understand something—it wasn’t one-to-one, but rather a chain hierarchy?
Dodging the enraged punch of the old man with an ethereal air, Fu Qian watched the screen full of wailing as if he saw a worm cut into segments.
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So, this was why the item was named Greedy Worm?
Reflecting on his mission, Fu Qian genuinely marveled at the diversity of species within the Supernatural World.
How could a group of people achieve an effect close to life-sharing, even directional pain transfer?
Very simple, they had connected in a particular way, one after another, forming a single unified chain.
Every new member added was like a new segment on a centipede; when injured, the pain would transfer according to a specific pattern.
As for why it was always Tooth Throat Lay Buddhist who was injured when skulls were crushed—twice, the reason was now simple—she was likely the segment next to Brother Daneta.
And if this guess was correct, Fu Qian believed Daneta might very well be at the end of this chain.
The reason being, on one hand, Tooth Throat Lay Buddhist obviously seemed more seasoned than him, and most importantly, after he left Jiang En’s place last night, Daneta found him at an unbelievable pace.
At the time, he was curious how Daneta had done that, even thinking he was like Jiang En’s constant shadow.
Now it seemed, could he have just been looking after a new recruit?
And precisely because of this special connection, even though he wasn’t present, he was able to lock onto Fu Qian immediately?
This could be directly asked.
Fu Qian slowly revealed himself, watching the old man who had failed again.
“Is Jiang En Daneta’s recruit?”
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In that instant, the old man’s transcendent demeanor failed to hold up any longer.
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”
He still firmly denied it, right after.
“If you really didn’t understand, you should have punched me the first thing.”
Fu Qian shook his head.
“Let me think, you said earlier the time wasn’t right, so you couldn’t recruit me because there’s only one opportunity per year to bring in new people, right? And now the time has passed?”
“How did you know…”
Seemingly his deepest secrets poked at, the old man’s face finally lost its composure.
How else could I know? I’ve just seen too much!
Fu Qian sighed inwardly.
This kind of connection, clearly not a concept accessible to the Middle Tier.
It seemed that these days, hardly anyone had any faith; Fu Qian could only guess that it was something to do with an oath.
As it turned out, it did indeed have the hallmark of occurring once a year.
“Can you tell me, what is the name given to the entity you made an agreement with?”
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What responded to Fu Qian was an overwhelming barrage of golden glimmers.
The old man clearly didn’t want to answer any more questions and lashed out at the questioner.
The golden hue came from spikes as long as chopsticks, numbering in the hundreds at a glance.
Once fired, they covered Fu Qian and the surrounding area like the legendary Torrent of Pear Blossoms needles.
As for where the old man got these lethal weapons, the answer was straightforward—they were transformed from his own flesh and blood.
Because of their special connection, at this moment, fleeing would be futile, so the old man fought back without hesitation.