From beneath the skin that had originally looked normal, milky-white tentacles burrowed out through the pores like new shoots. Like the surface of rotting flesh crawling with maggots, the tentacles writhed and swayed incessantly. In the end, more thick, white tentacles tore through the skin beneath and coiled toward Lu Ban's hand.
At the same time, the diner's mouth suddenly split open into four flaps. Each flap was lined with fine, sharp teeth, like a blooming flower.
That flower seemed to be seeking Lu Ban's favor. Without a word, it lunged toward him. In the center of the petals was a brain covered in furrows, and on its tofu-like surface, furry tentacles rubbed against one another as they waited to feed.
The diner's clothes were forced apart. His bones seemed to have been devoured and digested over centuries of brewing. His entire body collapsed, leaving only more milky-white tentacles stretching out. He was like a plant that existed solely to bloom the most beautiful flower.
Lu Ban did not hesitate. He manifested the silver revolver Last Words in his hand and fired. The monster immediately slammed toward the cabin, taking several dancers who had been twirling gracefully with it. It finally crashed into the cabin wall and became a puddle of blooming meat paste.
The dancers who had been knocked down also began growing white buds of flesh from their severed sections. It was as if a paused film had started playing again—at ten times fast-forward. Their bodies underwent a transformation, becoming hideous, terrifying monsters.
"It looks like I can't let them come into contact with one another."
Lu Ban thought this as he raised the muzzle, crouched down, and quickly blasted the monsters into the air. He then fired one shot after another, sending them even higher.
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