Chapter 993: Chapter 991: Premiere
The hotel room where the lone man and woman were was filled with a fresh aura,
What is new life, it is this kind of aura which, with just one breath, immediately stimulates your brain to madly secrete hormones, making you quickly develop strong thoughts of procreation and nurturing offspring within seconds, and decisively take the first step.
Drip drip!
A certain liquid was constantly dripping, as if a faucet was left on.
The camera shifted from the empty room to the bathroom, where every pipe capable of leaking water was sealed, showing no signs of leakage at all.
Yet the sound was indeed coming from there,
As the camera slowly moved from the sink to the other end of the bathroom, it found a pair of pale legs hanging suspended, two inches off the ground.
The shot panned up and gradually revealed a man completely naked, hanging in a hanging state, with a white noose around his neck, deeply embedding into the neck skin.
Not only that, but his head was also covered with a strange mask, a white skin mask with wriggling yellow nerves on its surface, and the mask seemed to be undergoing gradual changes during wear, gradually transforming into a form most suitable for the hanged man.
It was in the process of adapting.
But none of the above was related to the dripping sound.
The camera moved sideways to reveal there was another person in the bathroom, she had devil-like horns, a body shape like a succubus, yet incredibly clear eyes.
At present, she was standing on the toilet lid, sometimes standing, sometimes squatting, licking the wounds on the hanged man with her tongue.
A large amount of saliva was frantically secreted during this process, soaking into the wounds as the tongue licked, and the excess saliva would slide down the body onto the ground, creating the sound of dripping water.
This process would continue until Lene was exhausted or unable to secrete anymore,
and such behavior would repeat every night until those parts cut by the previous Tenth Disaster were completely healed.
Lene didn’t feel tired, on the contrary, she could gain insights during the process of licking the wounds, gaining a deep perception and understanding of the physical wounds brought by [Disaster], enabling her internal adaptive generation system to secrete more efficient new bodily fluids next time, providing faster healing.
Moreover, licking Yi Chen’s strongly masculine physical form could nurture her body, soul, and spirit from different facets.
In these days, Yi Chen was fully recovered, yet never stepped out of the room.
He was adapting to his new self all along, whether it was the “Billion Killings Sin” that flowed into the Dead Sea or the yellow skin-occupied mask that needed to become as familiar and usable as possible during this time.
There was one thing that even Yi Chen found incredible.
Even after reclaiming the Ego, reclaiming the ‘monster’ bred by the orphanage,
during these days of staying indoors, he surprisingly did not develop any desire for slaughter, but instead remained calm, even though he liked slaughter yet never indulged in it.
If it were before his death, not seeing blood for three days would make Yi Chen feel like being skinned and having his bones torn out.
In the end, Yi Chen came to an answer,
Although he could feel the impulses of malignant slaughter within, the real reason his body was able to self-regulate was precisely because the malignancy within him was stolen by William, living a rational self’s life for a long time and getting accustomed to this rationality.
When the malignancy returned, it didn’t take the upper hand but coincidentally reached a state of balance.
Neither did it affect the ego of slaughter, nor did it lose the rational self.
Thinking of this change within him, his perception of William seemed to improve a little, yet remained primarily wary.
As time passed,
The movie production of the crew was very smooth, and the citywide premiere date came ten days after shooting wrapped up.
Posters of various styles filled the streets and alleys, and the relevant members of the crew all played the roles of the killing maniacs they once played, respectively heading to different cinema entrances to supervise the premiere work and interact with moviegoers.
As the second male lead and eventual main actor, Yi Chen was also invited to the largest movie theater in the City of Evil, located at the world’s center.
[Valley of Heads Movie City]
A large audience would be there to grab tickets perhaps with the possibility of Disaster appearing.
To avoid spoilers, Yi Chen couldn’t dress in Miles’s image but maintained the outfit for his scenes opposite Miles, staying with Lene dressed in a witch’s costume.
Perhaps because this scene brought enormous internal changes to the [Tenth Disaster], the number of viewers at the scene exceeded expectations.
Many people even came up proactively for group photos and autographs, though somewhat strangely.
Several autograph seekers hoped to leave signatures on their most important parts, leading to scenarios involving bizarre actions like cutting open the heart and lungs,
with some even raising their buttocks on site, hoping to have signatures left in the rectum.
Of course, any inappropriate behavior, such as using a camera to affect Yi Chen’s spirit or trying to take away Lene nearby, would have the corresponding body part instantly cut off.
Just five minutes before the movie began showing, there were not many people left in the hall.
Doing this kind of promotional work for the first time exhausted Yi Chen quite a bit, intending to take a short rest to the side when a tearing, hoarse voice reached his ears.
A signing request could be faintly heard.
Tilting his head to look,
there stood a zombie in front of him, typical of the zombies seen in movies, with several missing parts of flesh creating hollows on the face, and one eyeball hanging out.
Clothing was partially torn, the abdomen showed signs of having been eaten, with little digestive organ remnants left.
This image was just too fitting for the zombie movies Yi Chen watched many during his life, nestled in his quarters during the 80s and 90s.
It was also his first time seeing this kind of zombie form malignant carrier in the City of Evil,
naturally arousing some curiosity, as according to zombie movie settings, they should be infected with a certain virus, wondering if it would react with the plague.
“Autograph?”
“Uh uh~ Ooh ooh~”
“Where to sign?”
“Uh ooh uh~ Uh uh.”
The other party lifted the entire skull cap to reveal brain tissue, and Yi Chen showed no expression, having already signed over a hundred brains before, also allowing him a chance to sense any viruses possibly existing in the zombie brain.
Yi Chen deliberately guided the pen tip across the zombie brain while slightly touching the already shriveled surface with his fingers.
Unexpectedly, before Yi Chen had any clear sensing, the yellow skin on him shivered slightly.
After the autograph was completed, Yi Chen also considerately helped the other party close the skull cap.
“Uh uh.”
“You’re welcome.”
Watching the zombie laboriously move its body towards the screening room, Yi Chen initially wanted to tell the individual the room was already full, but swallowed back the words since it wasn’t his concern.
In comparison, he was more concerned about what the yellow skin had just sensed.
‘Did you have a plague reaction?’
Yellow text was immediately outlined on the retina, ≮Yes… for the first time sensing a pathogen-like presence from evil, this wasn’t a natural pathogen but more of a ‘pseudo-pathogen’ projected out of a literary work.≯
‘What’s strange about it?’
≮Clearly with only very tiny, almost undetectable amounts of pseudo-pathogen, when Mr. Yi you came into contact with the other party, I felt a kind of inexplicable sense of danger, as if my skin disease was dreading something.≯
Yi Chen recalled the prior contact, feeling nothing amiss, the other party neither had killing intent nor extra aura.
However, as he looked at the zombie not being driven out by the staff, he also sensed something off.
“Disaster?”