Ji Yan frowned. Kong Yi, over there, had already seen the entire face clearly.
Then he fell silent.
Doctor Long and Hercules were equally stunned.
Because the so-called servant of The Fool had completely indistinguishable features. It looked like... the face of a newborn fetus whose features had not fully formed yet, all crowded tightly together.
"This... is The Fool's servant?" Hercules asked skeptically.
Before Doctor Long could speak, the so-called servant of The Fool began to "melt" bit by bit at a visible speed.
The middle of its face caved in, and its features gradually dissolved like melting cheese...
Kong Yi immediately let go, backed away several steps, shook the bloody sludge from his hand, and frowned. "What's going on?"
"Did it kill itself again?"
Of the four, only Ji Yan remained relatively calm. He shook his head. "It wasn't suicide."
"It was the final self-protection trump card the servant of The Fool left for itself."
"This mummy was a smokescreen from start to finish, meant to stall us!"
Hercules gripped his blood-dripping blade and looked at Ji Yan, a powerful unease suddenly rising within him. "If it's fake, then what the hell is in its stomach?"
Ji Yan slowly lowered his eyelids. "Just a malformed embryo still in development."
As soon as he finished speaking, a game panel's judgment notice popped up before Hercules's eyes: "Warning, Player! During the game, you maliciously harmed a resident NPC and caused its death. You will now be subjected to the corresponding judgment of the rules!"
"Wait, what kind of joke is this—"
Hercules's face twitched. Before he could say another word, the mummy in the plaza several kilometers away slowly raised one hand and grabbed at the air with its five fingers—
At that very instant, Hercules's massive, gladiator-like body was