James's eyes widened as he stared fixedly at Shi Tiexin. In his daze, a strange buzzing seemed to rise.
Creak, creak. James ground his teeth against each other, clearly furious beyond measure.
"I'll say it one more time. You have no right to sit here and speak..." James clenched his fists tight, his mouth snarling out strange, heavily accented words: "Now, immediately, get the hell down from there!!!"
Roar, roar, roar!
A tremendous roar erupted—not from James's throat, but from his mind.
The whites of James's eyes abruptly turned black. Dense darkness filled his eye sockets in an instant, then flowed out wildly, crawling over his face like withered vines.
"Cough, cough, cack-cack-cack!" He threw his head back and made a sound like coughing. His mouth opened wider and wider, soon stretching beyond the limits of a human being.
With a wet splurt, a pitch-black hand suddenly reached out from his gaping mouth. Its elbow bent, and its fingers snapped onto his face as though gripping his skin to brace itself. Then came one splurt after another, black hands thrusting out of his mouth in a frantic rush, gushing forth like a filthy fountain.
James's body was swallowed and vanished beneath those black hands in an instant. The hands grew rapidly like great trees, shooting up to the ceiling in the blink of an eye, spreading across the entire roof like vines and crawling in every direction.
As the black hands spread and grew, the once bright, transparent conference room darkened at an astonishing pace. The brilliant sunlight instantly dimmed, and the light streaming through the windows became murky and heavy, making everyone it touched feel crushed and suffocated.
Crack, crack. The audience members who had been sitting quietly in their seats all began to convulse as well.
Their necks