Master of Kaidan-Chapter 519: A Bizarre Turn

"Alive, still alive?" The student lying motionless on the ground heard the door shut nearby and couldn’t help but feel relieved, but he still had no intention of moving.

However, just because he didn’t want to move didn’t mean the ghost within him felt the same. As it consumed all competitors, the ghostly shadow formed by dark blue flames had burrowed into its position, and the monster within the student started to stir restlessly again.

Countless fine marks began extending from his abdomen to his limbs, forming countless minuscule bite marks, at least two-thirds smaller than those of a normal human.

As these "bite marks" spread, the student’s body became increasingly emaciated, yet his already swollen abdomen grew even larger.

If in the beginning it looked like a beer belly, and after being baptized by the "Moon Eclipse" like that of a pregnant woman about to give birth, now he resembled a sumo wrestler with a mummy tied to his stomach.

"I can’t suppress the curse any longer."

Struggling, the student twisted his neck to look at Feng Xue’s room door, confirmed that there was still no sign of him coming out, gritted his teeth, and raised his left arm—which now showed a clear outline of the bones—and bit down hard.

"Crack!"

The sound of breaking bone was even more crisp than imagined. With this bite, he had actually bitten off his own forearm, and weirdly, not a single drop of blood flowed from the meaty, bone-filled wound.

"Crack, crack."

The student gnawed from his elbow, much like chewing on sugarcane, continuously swallowing the broken shards of bone and desiccated flesh. With this action, his swollen abdomen began to pulse as if a second heartbeat were being generated within.

The "Fire Ghost," which was originally indulging in incense, got disturbed by this sound and floated out from its position, surprisingly looking at the student who should have been burnt to death by its trump technique. At the position resembling its head, between the two deep, pure black flames, it suddenly stretched out its arms and the tide surged once more toward the student.

But this time, the student suddenly opened his mouth, which resembled a skeleton more than a human’s, dislocating his jaw in an instant and tearing his facial skin and tendons.

Yet, it was precisely this horrifying mouth, seemingly ripped of its lower jaw by force, that now exerted a terrifying suction. The dark blue flames, almost filling the entire living room, flowed like a torrent straight into the student’s mouth. Accompanied by the spine-chilling sound of swallowing, he leapt up in an inhuman manner, swinging his jaw—lacking bone and muscle support—and lunged at the Fire Ghost—

No, his target was not the Fire Ghost, but the offering table!

Like a bulldozer, he swallowed everything, including the plates, engulfing a dish of assorted delicacies in one gulp, the fiery food transformed by the red-faced, bald man disappearing from the table at an exaggerated speed. Meanwhile, the Fire Ghost, witnessing all this, saw its flames expand slightly.

"Pop, pop!"

Flames blasted through the room, escalating the temperature relentlessly. Feng Xue’s hair began to curl, his clothes emitted blue smoke and turned black, and even his parched skin gradually reddened and started to blister.

But Feng Xue seemed utterly indifferent to the injuries on his body, crazily devouring all the flesh and blood. Once the "ingredients" on the table were gone, he turned to attack the corpses that had perished in the indiscriminate assault of the Fire Ghost.

These unprocessed "ingredients" erupted with a bloodiness and stench unbearable to humans the moment he took the first bite, but Feng Xue didn’t care at all.

Despite its attacks proving ineffective, the Fire Ghost showed no impatience. Blue-black flame patterns began to spread up from Feng Xue’s blister-covered, wrinkled skin, gradually overpowering the original patterns formed by tight teeth.

Feng Xue continued uncaringly, only tearing off the skin with the flame patterns once they climbed above his shoulders in a weird, twisted pose.

Feng Xue soon gnawed himself to resemble a human anatomical model, but what truly plummeted one’s sanity was the sight of leech-like muscle sprouts rapidly growing from the gaps in his dried muscles in the skinless, shrunken body.

Seemingly realizing that its curse was futile, the Fire Ghost’s actions finally turned aggressive. It transformed into a pitch-black fireball and ascended into the air, resembling not so much a moon eclipse but a black sun.

Feng Xue’s flesh rapidly transformed towards char, but as the blackened flesh turned to ash, more muscle sprouts bred beneath his skin.

More delicate bite marks emerged, gradually forming a peculiar pattern and clustering around Feng Xue’s abdomen, which had completely burst his clothes as if filled with liquid, creating a pattern akin to a massive mouth entirely composed of ink.

"Sssla!"

The sound of flesh tearing accompanied by sticky liquid noises surfaced. Massive amounts of blood gushed from Feng Xue like a fountain, not the usual bright or dark red, but a sinister blue-purple.

Though marked with a mouth-like pattern, Feng Xue’s abdomen did not transform into a huge mouth. Beneath the split belly skin, bulky organs that didn’t match his dried body wriggled incessantly like sharp-toothed maggots, biting each other and splashing copious amounts of black blood.

The splashing blood moved like living creatures, crawling rapidly across the living room walls, floor, and ceiling. Upon contact with corpses, it sizzled, dissolving them like strong acid and then flowed back into Feng Xue’s abdomen, sucked back by the mouth-like organs.

A powerful stench filled the room, and Feng Xue’s body became increasingly deformed. Intestines that should have been whole were biting each other, breaking apart, and using his mummy-like body as a container to continue consuming each other, the black sun hanging from the ceiling seeming more like an irrelevant backdrop. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

Finally, only one "maggot" remained in Feng Xue’s abdominal cavity, continuously stretching and twisting, while small sprouts extended from its mucous-laden surfaces.

Feng Xue’s ruptured belly skin was pulled back into place, but perhaps due to the reduction of maggots inside, it was no longer as swollen.

Amidst the charred limbs, the regeneration speed of the muscle sprouts finally surpassed the cooking rate, transforming the entity that was no longer human back into a human form.

The muscle sprouts intertwined—some losing their bloody hue to become bone, others stretching and twisting into tendons. The transformed Feng Xue leaped high in a twisted pose with his back arched and limbs touching the ground, the flapping mouth appearing like a sack, about to envelop the encompassing black sun.

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