Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 257 - 241: Did I Just Pull an SSR?!!

[Feast]: The blood of your kind is filled with tempting fragrance; devour them, and you shall attain eternal life~

[Your body holds a unit of inferior blood bag, transformed into ten days of life essence]

[ps: This blood bag is passionately produced by Wang Yilin~]

[You can add this lifespan to yourself, or transform it as a gift to others.]

[Note: Transmission loss will occur based on the life level of the recipient.]

[The current recipient’s life level is in a (low to medium) unstable fluctuation, expected to lose (1-3 days), do you wish to continue transforming the gift?]

[Yes/No?]

Feng Mu looked down at Wang Cong’s body where a half-lump heart was pulsing, a realization dawned on him:

"What I give can be interrupted or taken back anytime, preventing ungrateful white-eyed wolves."

Feng Mu squinted, glancing at the line in the notification box about the [recipient’s life level being in a (low to medium) unstable fluctuation], slightly puzzled.

For a dead person, low is low, medium is medium, shouldn’t it be concluded once the coffin is closed? How can it still fluctuate?

Could it be, if I stop now and leave it alone, Wang Cong could secretly upgrade himself?

Undead, upgrading!!

Suddenly, Feng Mu seemed to realize something, he took out his phone and opened a recently received message.

Sender Wang Jian:

Feng Mu, your friend’s emotions are very unstable, my dad says he can smell Calamity Corpses scent on him, says he’s about to mutate, I don’t quite believe it, but think it’s better to remind you to keep an eye out when hanging around with him.

Feng Mu was enlightened: "So, it’s going to mutate, the mutation process of Calamity Corpses can happen postmortem, which equates to a resurrection?"

Feng Mu’s understanding of Calamity Corpses is all from the internet, all hearsays and exaggerated rumors spread by netizens, difficult to use as theoretical guidance for his work now.

The only thing Feng Mu can ascertain at the moment is, Wang Cong was meant to hit the jackpot, but now this prize has been transferred to his ’master’.

"I was originally transforming Wang Cong, but now I’m transforming Calamity Corpse Wang Cong, so I will get a Calamity Corpse Resurrected Wang Cong?"

"So, what will happen next?"

Feng Mu couldn’t foresee anything at all, this feeling is like he spent an ordinary card draw, but accidentally drew a mutation card.

But whether this mutation card turns good or bad, he cannot anticipate.

After all, it’s widely known that the power of Calamity Corpses is obtained through sacrificing the brain!

No matter what, Feng Mu couldn’t find a reason to abandon midway and continued gifting Wang Cong.

Half a minute later, Feng Mu returned to the sofa, looking forward with interest.

Whether it’s Calamity Corpse’s mutation or Feast’s bestowed transformation resurrection, it takes some time to digest.

Through the long night, Feng Mu was not in a hurry, he could use this time to organize his thoughts.

"Wang Jian’s father can smell the Calamity Corpses scent on living people, is it because he has burned Calamity Corpses for so long and the smell stuck in his nose, or because..."

Images of a hunchbacked, coughing middle-aged man he briefly encountered appeared in Feng Mu’s mind, temporarily shelving this doubt.

"Chang Wei has been dealt with, Tian Tao repented, the next actions depend on prison warden Qian Huan’s attitude towards me..."

Feng Mu silently planned while his fingertips elegantly glided over a few playing cards, completing his daily card draw ritual.

Looking at the newly rotated poker hand after a few days of replacements, Feng Mu’s eyes brightened, a slight smile on his lips: "Lucky, seems Destiny is favoring me again!"

The poker cards in his hand unfolded one by one: Spade 4, Heart 4, Diamond 4, Club 4, Club 9, Diamond 7.

Four 4s, bomb!

Feng Mu habitually rubbed his brow with his thumb, eyes flashing a mysterious light: "To whom should I send this gift?"

The corpse on the sofa suddenly shivered, Feng Mu paused his thoughts, fixing his gaze there.

Wang Cong’s body was quivering violently at a certain frequency, skin and flesh on his chest emitting rustling vibrations like being forcibly twisted by some invisible hand, inner ribs creaking as they burrow out through flipped skin.

His head skin and bones rapidly caved in and deformed, limbs twisted in unusual pretzel-like shapes.

"Seems it’ll transform into a Calamity Corpse after all." Feng Mu sighed.

Such a horrifying scene wasn’t unfamiliar to Feng Mu; of the Calamity Corpses he has burned, this characteristic appears in nine out of ten corpses.

Just as Feng Mu thought Wang Cong would open his eyes in the form of a Calamity Corpse, suddenly, intense black vapors erupted from the latter’s heart, instantly forming numerous fine black lines.

These black lines swiftly flowed into Wang Cong’s blood vessels, dyeing them black, weaving into rapidly spreading webs beneath his skin.

The webs layered densely, connecting tightly, exerting a tyrannical force to bind the uncontrolled bones and flesh, squeezing and twisting back into the original... human shape.

This scene, both strange and awe-inspiring, Feng Mu’s pupils contracted sharply into pinpoints, a familiar, indescribable feeling lingered in his heart, bizarrely feeling this transformation carried a hint of familiar taste.

"This black net should be Feast’s force curbing the Calamity Corpses’ mutation."

Feng Mu murmured, a tinge of doubt in his voice,

"But for some reason, I feel this resembles the Blood and Flesh Initial Solution mysterious skill."

A thought crossed Feng Mu’s mind, one seemingly unbelievable:

"Despite slight differences, the impression it gives me is uncannily similar. Could it be the original creator of Blood and Flesh Initial Solution truly intended it for Calamity Corpses?"

Feng Mu was taken aback by his thought, chuckling silently: "Or perhaps, Blood and Flesh Initial Solution was created by Calamity Corpses?!!"

Feng Mu felt maybe he was overthinking, just a mere coincidence...perhaps.

He continued observing Wang Cong, noticing further strange changes on his body, the force entwined by Feast of the Black Net wasn’t fully suppressed, gradually compressed into a fist-sized tumor on the surface, scrambling erratically like a headless fly.

Then as it collided, shrunk to walnut size, finally bumping against Wang Cong’s face, seeming to find an opening, plunged into his brow, forming a ghastly pale vertical pupil, silent eerie force spreading.

Cracking sounds emerged, on the table, two urns silently shattered, pale ashes merging like fine sand, winding around Wang Cong autonomously.

Appearing like parents’ deep love, holding their child tenderly even in death, providing the safest shelter.

"Pulled an SSR?!!"

Feng Mu’s heart leaped with joy, staring intently at Wang Cong, through Blood Bar Deceit Eye’s gaze, Wang Cong’s health bar surged, his ordinary name now had an astonishing prefix...