First, he put on a terrified expression, his pupils dilating and his lips trembling, looking as though he had been scared witless.
Then he began backing away, stumbling one step, two steps, three steps, until he could not retreat fast enough and landed on his backside.
That expression, those movements, the frequency of his trembling.
Perfect.
Behind him, Mang Dabiao covered his eyes with the tip of his tail.
He really could not bear to watch.
Boss, that's enough!
You're overdoing it!
There's really no need to take the act this far.
But the Corpse Mass Monster seemed to fall for it completely.
It grew excited.
The hands and feet on its body scrabbled faster as it let out a strange, cackling laugh.
The laughter came from hundreds of mouths at once, each at a different pitch.
It was like hundreds of lunatics laughing in your ears all at once.
It sped up.
It lunged straight at Yang Yong.
Yang Yong trembled all over, sitting there like a helpless child, seemingly so nervous that he had even forgotten to run.
His hands braced against the ground behind him as he leaned backward, looking ready to shout, "Stay away from me!"
This sight made the Corpse Mass Monster even more certain...
It had picked an easy target.
Granted, the Corpse Mass Monster had its doubts.
The way this human had ordered the other two creatures around earlier clearly marked him as the leader of the three.
How could a leader be so weak?
But now, it was only an arm's reach from Yang Yong.
Whatever.
It believed that, with its ability to contaminate living beings and turn them into corpses, no matter what tricks Yang Yong had, he would be dead as long as it touched him.
As long as... it