Chapter 896: Chapter 894 Rotting Flesh (15) Chapter 896: Chapter 894 Rotting Flesh (15) Jiang En seemed to be deliberately guiding something within his body, then suppressing it in reverse.
Fu Qian silently assessed the eerie scene before him.
In response to his guess, the motionless Jiang En suddenly stretched out both hands.
Instead of reaching for the naked, drunken woman on the bed, he brought his hands together in front of him and grasped the “snake head.”
The originally greedy “snake” that had been climbing towards its food reacted violently in an instant.
In a frenzy of struggles, more old wounds were torn open, and blood was splattered all around.
Although it was essentially just chaotic flesh and blood inside, Jiang En’s hands were like a pair of iron tongs, tightly grasping without giving the slightest slack.
This true self-battle lasted nearly ten minutes.
When the “Giant Serpent” finally exhausted its strength and stopped moving, Jiang En’s appearance was utterly disheveled.
Apart from his skeleton still being intact, it seemed as though all the flesh and organs in his body had severely shifted.
Not only that, but his blood had already splattered all over his body, including on the snowy white bedsheets and the body of his prey.
Wen Li had not mentioned such details in their previous conversations. Considering such a ferocious scene, it would have been nearly impossible to overlook, which suggested that the previous corpse-picking incident hadn’t been so brutal.
While observing, Fu Qian pondered.
As for the reason, it wasn’t hard to guess–tonight’s action was not in Jiang En’s original plan.
He was supposed to start his next move only after his wounds had fully healed.
Unfortunately, facing the threat from the Grand Fate Ming Emperor, Jiang En had to change his plan at the last minute.
In fact, the two acquisitions from the trade meet, Mermaid Serum and Fangthroat, were likely meant to accelerate this process.
Presumably, when Jiang En first discovered Fangthroat, he must have felt like he had found a treasure.
Especially the rather obvious side effects, which even made this item not so “marketable,” provided him the time to gather the materials and obtain it.
Fate is so naturally ingenious, but what he didn’t know was that everything was arranged by the powers above.
It really was an enormous effort; even a real father might not do as much, right?
To what end do all these people aim?
Fu Qian thought of the “rotten flesh” mentioned in the mission introduction.
Was it referring to Jiang En?
Lost in thought, the severely wounded Jiang En let out a long sigh.
At the same time, the “snake” coiling inside him slowly began to dissolve, and his misshapen body also gradually started to recover.
Even the wounds that had been torn open again under the effect of Fangthroat were healing at a visibly fast rate.
This process continued for several minutes; ultimately, Jiang En, who had almost returned to his original state, surveyed the chaos around him and fell into a moment of silence.
Although brutal, compared to before, he seemed to have gained an unusual transcendence.
It truly looked as if through such means, he was breaking his shackles and attaining a new stable form.
Watching from the side, Fu Qian clicked his tongue in admiration, deeply sensing the marvel of the Supernatural World.
However, at the same time, he was curious about one thing: where had Jiang En gotten the inspiration for such a monstrous ritual?
Could it also have been provided by the powers above?
Fu Qian naturally thought of Daneta, who had feigned death.
If it were indeed the case, then how did they know about it?
Fu Qian observed that Brother Jiang En’s actions seemed far from over.
He gauged the toll “Blood Conquest” had taken on him and noted he could still watch for a bit more.
Jiang En did not keep people waiting long, as the next moment he stepped forward and lay down beside the drunken lady.
However, he made no move to undress; instead, he extended his tongue and gently licked a drop of blood from the woman’s neck.
With this action, Jiang En’s breathing visibly quickened, his nose and mouth pressed tightly against her neck as if sensing the taste of the blood beneath her skin.
It seemed that he truly wasn’t out to frame Brother Tyler.
Fu Qian silently nodded.
At that moment, Jiang En also seemed to develop a kind of craving to feed on the blood.
No sooner had the thought arisen than Jiang En, unable to restrain himself, opened his mouth and his stark white teeth clamped down on her neck.
A more intense tremor followed, revealing his reliance on the last of his willpower to fight the urge to bite down.
This stalemate continued for over a minute until, eventually, Jiang En overcame his desire and forcibly moved his mouth away.
Nevertheless, bite marks remained on her neck.
This must be the origin of the marks presumed to be from a vampire on the victims.
However, the struggle seemed far from over.
Though Jiang En had moved his mouth away, several pink tendrils, like long worms with suction cups, squeezed out from between his teeth, desperately trying to reach the wound.
This desire to feed was somewhat exaggerated, as if his entire digestive tract had come to life!
In the face of such a scene, Fu Qian actually found it quite interesting and analyzed the underlying logic.
“Appetite indeed stands as a great enemy to human sublimation.”
It was comforting that Brother Jiang En was overcoming his hunger even more efficiently than before.
Firmly biting the tendrils in his mouth to prevent them from advancing, the stalemate lasted a few minutes before the bizarre tendrils drooped down.
With trembling hands, he stuffed them back into his mouth and, amid bouts of dry heaving, swallowed them down before tumbling off the bed, supporting himself against the window, and gasping for air for quite a while.
As he slowly recovered, that non-human aura seemed even more pronounced.
Throughout the ordeal, Fu Qian had not rushed to intervene, feeling that while the ritual might be effective, there was still a distance to a true transformation.
There are limits to subjective initiative, including physically.
Of course, Jiang En did not seem to think so.
After a brief recovery, he closed his eyes to feel around and his expression visibly turned somewhat despondent.
Clearly, tonight’s gains were not enough to face tomorrow’s challenge.
The next moment, the displeased man gritted his teeth, tentatively wanting to step forward again.
However, just then, a crisp sound pierced the night, startling him greatly.
It was the sound of breaking glass.
He instantly halted his movements and retreated two steps, lifting a corner of the curtain.
The window he had supported himself on earlier, for some unknown reason, had developed web-like cracks.
Realizing this was bad, he could not make further moves before the entire giant pane of glass shattered thunderously.
Fragments fell like raindrops, their clear sound piercing the silent night.
Caught off guard by this sudden change, Jiang En briefly froze for a few seconds.
Once he snapped out of it, without a word, he grabbed the clothes from the floor and jumped through the broken window.