Lying back between the perfectly body-conforming flesh seats, with a self-adjusting spine, and waist and headrests made entirely of fat,
The train also had all kinds of parasitized attendants—male, female, and hybrids alike. They provided every service one could want for free, even specially customized deep services such as spinal opening and bone scraping, trepanation and brain blowing, or organ massage.
If one could not handle a deep massage, a shallow, ordinary massage was also available.
At present,
Yi Chen had adjusted the seat to 135 degrees and was reclining in it when an attendant with an abundance of mouthparts used whisker-like oral appendages equipped with massage functions to massage multiple points on his head.
Aside from the various acupoints on his face, whiskers even slipped in through his nostrils, directly and gently kneading his brain.
The attendant had been filled with awe when it first touched Yi Chen's brain.
It had never expected that this human who seemed to be a corpse would possess the altered brain of a lunatic, fusing death with madness. In all its years working as an attendant, it had never seen anything like it.
This was also Yi Chen's first time experiencing the Old World's service. It was so comfortable that he fell asleep without realizing it.
In his dream, he even dreamed that he had become a brain with arms and legs and arrived at a bathhouse-like place, where several experienced bathhouse attendants worked on him from front to back. He was then sent to the sauna for oil massages, ear cleaning, and more.
By the time he woke up, essential oil really was trickling from his nostrils, and his entire brain felt fresher than ever.
Hiss, hiss~
All the tentacles withdrew into the attendant's mouth. Speaking through its protruding lips, it said,