A kind of beauty born from a sudden burst of inspiration.
As he watched the brain's reaction grow suddenly more intense under the shock, Fu Qian clicked his tongue in admiration, taking in every last detail.
Lady Xixi, however, didn't seem to share his opinion.
She took several steps back. She'd already said it was disgusting, and for a moment, she seemed unable to think of any new words to describe it.
Even so, she held on to the last of her stubbornness. Though she looked ready to throw up, she still chose to stare straight at it rather than look away.
Not bad!
Fu Qian noticed and didn't skimp on his praise.
She was an ordinary person, but with a temperament like that, she'd probably go mad pretty quickly if she entered the supernatural world.
Fortunately, perhaps because it was an illusion, this bizarre sight didn't seem to have any direct effect on the mind—for now, at least.
"Is this thing alive? Is it really the infinitely growing brain you mentioned?"
Lady Xixi had finally regained the ability to speak.
As she spoke, the brain grew a little larger than before, and parts of it had already been stretched out of shape.
"More or less."
Fu Qian answered casually.
"But strictly speaking, it should be 'these' things that are alive."
These things?
Perhaps infected by Fu Qian's certainty, Lady Xixi had calmed down somewhat, but she still didn't understand what he meant.
Fortunately, the answer came to her the very next moment.
The brain, stretched to its limit, finally couldn't hold on any longer. Its surface spasmed, and a crack appeared.
A familiar-looking mass of flesh slowly squeezed its way out.
So that thing had gone inside? Were all those things rolling around inside the brain just now...?
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