Such an expression was impossible to describe.
His dark skin had faded to the pallor of a corpse, yet his bloodshot eyes remained fixed on him, while the corners of his mouth slowly split apart.
He laughed soundlessly.
That smile was far too exaggerated, far too horrifying—the corners of his mouth stretched endlessly toward both sides. Then, from the center of his lips, bloodily dripping flesh unfurled and abruptly swelled!
A grotesque mass of flesh and bone, blooming like a flower.
Four petal-like mouthparts wriggled, then lunged!
Bang.
Tu Sihai screamed instinctively and staggered back a step, only to trip over a wine bottle and fall onto the floor. Scrambling backward on hands and feet, he crawled away in panic.
Instinctively, he wanted to return to the bedside and feel around, but he could not find his gun.
Bang!!
The porthole shook violently. Blood spread across it, and cracks opened.
Bang!!!
The mutated figure hurled itself against the window with all its strength once more, instantly bursting into a bloody and mangled heap.
Like rotting mud.
Dead... dead?
Tu Sihai panted violently, frozen in place as he clutched the gun that had fallen to the floor, unable to believe it.
But soon, he saw it—the pool of blood beyond the shattered glass was winding about, chunks of flesh wriggling like living things as they passed through the cracks and squeezed into the ship's cabin.
Within the gathering flesh, grotesque faces overlapped one another, writhing as though wailing. Hundreds, thousands of eyes opened, staring fixedly at him.
Tentacles covered in sharp bone splinters suddenly formed, coiling toward him like an octopus and tangling around his body, rapidly tightening...
A shrill scream sounded. Gunfire erupted, along with flashes of flame.
But everything was sealed within the ship's cabin.
"Help... help... save me..."