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The mental force that tried to lure him was not simply a form of seduction, but more like a high-ranking hunter teasing his prey who was about to fall into the trap, enjoying his struggle and greed.
Was she mocking me?
A surge of violent anger, mixed with the feeling of being slighted, exploded from the depths of Wang Meng's heart, overwhelming all his previous caution and calculations.
Fuck you!
Without further hesitation, he held the fist-sized gray crystal, still stained with blood, brought it to his mouth, opened his mouth wide, and bit down hard on one of the crystal's sharp corners!
"Crack!"
A crisp sound, like chewing rock candy.
Surprisingly, this crystal, which seemed as hard as granite, turned out to be unusually fragile under his teeth.
It wasn't as hard as I imagined; instead, it was like a dense piece of brittle that crumbled upon contact.
A cold, pure, indescribable torrent of coldness rushed into his mouth along with the chewing fragments, then transformed into a warm current that surged into his limbs and bones!
The instant he swallowed the first fragment, Wang Meng could clearly "feel" that the faint spiritual tendril that had been entwined in his mind was as if it had been severely burned by a red-hot iron, emitting a silent shriek before suddenly retracting and disappearing completely!
At this moment, my spiritual world suddenly opened up, becoming clearer than ever before!
Sure enough!
This thing... can control her!
Wang Meng felt reassured and had no more scruples. Like a wild beast that hadn't eaten for three days, he picked up the crystal and began to chew it up with gusto.
His mouth was covered in gray crumbs and his own saliva as he ate, his eating manner both savage and full of vitality.
In less than half a minute, he had devoured the fist-sized crystal completely.
He could feel a warm current, more than ten times stronger than before, surging through his body, nourishing every muscle, repairing every tiny wound, and rapidly replenishing the power he had lost in the previous battle at an alarming rate. It was even... constantly rising, showing signs of breaking through some limit!
He licked the remaining gray powder from his lips with lingering satisfaction, then looked up at the woman in the distance once more.
The smile on Takahashi Momoeko's face had completely vanished.
Her pure white eyes continued to stare silently at Wang Meng, but Wang Meng could see a trace of astonishment and a trace of... cold anger that felt offended in that chaos.
Wang Meng grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth; his smile was full of provocation and wildness.
He slowly and rudely raised his right hand—the middle finger—towards the woman in the distance.
Then, he uttered a sentence silently, a sentence that only he and the mother zombie who could sense his mind could "understand".
Next time... you!
Damn it, you!
That silent roar was more than just a few words.
It was a pure, undisguised thought, brimming with a ferocious masculine will.
This thought was savage and direct, carrying a primal desire to completely conquer, crush, and possess the other person, both spiritually and physically. It was like a crossbow filled with deadly poison, blasting fiercely into Takahashi Momoeko's mental world!
Do not!
She is not Momoe Takahashi!
It is!
Wang Meng felt as if he had glimpsed something!
"The...Monk of the Moon!"
Takahashi Momoeko, or rather, the Moon Monk, was furious!
No matter the time, it is always a high and mighty deity, looking down with amusement and indifference at the pitiful survivors struggling under her will, and at the foolish fellow humans she manipulates.
She never imagined that one day, a "food," a "male creature" who, in her eyes, didn't even qualify to be a high-level puppet, would dare to desecrate her in such a crude, direct, and aggressive way!
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
The last trace of cold astonishment on Takahashi Momoeko's face was instantly replaced by an indescribable, earth-shattering rage!
Her face, which was originally bloodless, was twisted into a hideous and terrifying ghost mask by extreme anger!
She opened her mouth abruptly, but no physical sound came out from deep in her throat.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
An invisible mental scream, more terrifying than a thousand bombs detonating simultaneously, erupted from her center!
It was a mental storm composed of pure malice, hatred, and madness!
Faced with this storm, the air seemed to have turned into distorted glass. Without any physical impact, the windows of the surrounding buildings made a crisp "crackling" sound, instantly covered with spider web-like cracks, and then shattered with a crash!
Wang Meng, who was on the roof of the car, was the first to be hit!
He felt as if a red-hot steel rod, as thick as an arm, had been plunged into his brain and was being violently stirred up!
Severe pain!
An indescribable, soul-tearing pain instantly swept through every nerve in his body!
But he did not fall.
At the heart of that excruciating pain, the immense energy originating from the gray crystal that he had just devoured automatically formed an incredibly resilient barrier, fiercely protecting the core of his consciousness.
Wang Meng groaned, his knees buckled, and he knelt on one knee. He pressed his hand tightly against his temple, his teeth grinding together, and a trickle of blood slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth.
He raised his head, his eyes, bloodshot from the intense pain, staring intently at the woman in the distance, the ferocity and violence in his eyes only increasing!
For ordinary zombies, this piercing mental scream is the highest, most fervent, and most unquestionable war horn!
The horde of zombies, which had been thrown into chaos for a moment by the fall of the giant, was instantly infused with souls by this shriek!
Thousands upon thousands of zombies, as if they were robots receiving the same command, all turned their rotting heads in unison with a "click" at the same moment, in the same direction—to the school bus parked not far away, its engine still roaring!
In their empty eye sockets, an invisible flame, ten times more fervent than before, instantly ignited!
The chaotic roars emanating from their throats converged into a single, unified roar that could change the very fabric of heaven and earth!
"Roar!"
The next second, the black wave of death started again!
They moved with stiff yet swift steps, stepping over the corpses of their companions and giants, like an unstoppable black torrent, rushing madly toward the school bus!
The momentum of their running even made the entire earth tremble slightly!
Wang Meng looked at the surging tide of corpses again, a sinister smile appearing on his face.
He slowly stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.
Before the lingering pain that pierced his mind had subsided, an even more turbulent and concentrated warm current surged wildly through his limbs and bones.
This is the power transformed from the gray crystal. Because it withstood the mental impact just now, it has been tempered into something purer and stronger.
That violent will and newborn power seemed to have found a most primal and domineering outlet.
His already firm lower abdomen suddenly tensed, and through the pants soaked with blood and pus, a hideous, enormous thing stood erect with an unstoppable force!
It stretched the fabric of the pants so much that it ripped and squeaked under the strain, forming an exaggerated and fierce bulge. Its size and hardness made it seem as if it contained not flesh and blood, but a red-hot iron rod.
This is not merely a physiological desire, but rather the manifestation of a pure, unreasonable will.
It was his silent roar at that mother zombie, his battle flag declaring ownership and his desire for conquest!
He looked down at the figure, his gaze sharp and fixed on the slender yet terrifying figure in the distance.
He raised the spear that represented his most primal and ferocious will, and roared, word by word, in an unquestionable tone, as if proclaiming a divine decree: "I said it!"
"Next time, you!"
Chapter 77: Mental tentacles are also tentacle monsters!
With a dull thud, the school bus door was suddenly pulled open from the outside.
A stench, almost solidified, mixed with a strong smell of blood, rotting odor, and scalding pus, rushed into the relatively enclosed carriage like an invisible wall, causing all the women inside to feel nauseous and instinctively cover their mouths and noses.
Wang Meng was standing outside the door.
He looked like a demon god who had just crawled out of a pool of blood from hell, his whole body dripping with a viscous, strangely colored liquid.
He simply stood there, and the ferocious aura emanating from him—a primal predator filled with blood and fire—made the temperature in the entire carriage seem to drop several degrees.
He lifted his foot and stepped onto the bus.
Each step left a wet, dirty footprint, making a sticky "smack, smack" sound.
The women inside the car unconsciously revealed in their eyes awe, fear, worry, and a trace of morbid worship that they themselves were unaware of.
Wang Meng ignored everyone, walked straight to a row of empty seats, casually threw the white ash wood spear, which still had bits of meat on it and was severely cracked, onto the floor next to him, and then sat down heavily.
As he sat down, the raging fire within him, which had been taut and seemed ready to burn everything, finally began to subside, but what followed was a visible exhaustion.
"You...don't move!"
Qin Hongmian walked up to Wang Meng and knelt down.
"Give me your hand."
Her voice was unquestionable.
Wang Meng silently extended his hands.
When Qin Hongmian saw those hands, even she couldn't help but gasp.
That can no longer be called a hand.
Both palms, especially the area between the thumb and forefinger, were mangled and bloody.
Because he had gripped the shattered wooden spear shaft for a long time with extremely high intensity and endured an unbelievable impact, the skin on his hands and feet had long been worn and torn.
Beneath the rolled-up skin, one could even vaguely see the pale, slightly twitching tendons.
Even more terrifying were his arms. Wherever the giant's pus and blood splattered, the skin looked as if it had been corroded by strong acid, displaying a horrifying, charred black with a dark red tinge.
It was covered with countless ruptured pustules, constantly oozing pale yellow tissue fluid.
But Wang Meng knew that this was the Dragon Essence Tiger Power Thirteen Kidneys detoxifying.
To be honest, with the rapid detoxification of thirteen kidneys, Wang Meng didn't actually feel that the pain was particularly unbearable.