Bitter Fruit (32)
Children couldn't represent their parents. His behavior was extreme, but there was still some truth to what he said.
The white dress tore apart, and flesh and blood sprayed everywhere.
As expected, Sala's mental state was more agitated than usual. Her frenzied act of self-mutilation came without warning.
Unfortunately, Fu Qian smoothly turned sideways at almost the exact same moment, using the other face on his shoulder to block the spraying blood. Not a drop got on him.
What could he do? The change might have been sudden, but for a professional like him, who had seen all manner of depravity, it simply wasn't enough to shock him.
Of course, it didn't look like Sala intended to stop at mental attacks.
After her abdomen had been torn open, no more strange things emerged.
But that movement seemed to press some kind of switch. Lady Sala's body began to expand at an incredible rate. The way it unfurled so quickly and evenly almost brought to mind an airplane's emergency slide.
At this moment, her rate of expansion could certainly rival one.
In the blink of an eye, the already cramped passage was packed to the brim.
Aside from the enormous face almost pressed against him, it was easy to imagine that Sala's other body parts had stretched out just as far through the dark passage, like a plug crammed inside it.
Heh...
It seemed the woman in question hadn't completely lost consciousness. The next moment, her huge mouth parted slightly, letting out a sound that could perhaps be understood as laughter.
Before Fu Qian could respond, that mass of bloated flesh seemed to lose the friction it needed to hold itself up. It began to "flow" downward, fitting tightly against every surface as it went.
It seemed that