Kapitel 817: 816.42 seconds

From beneath the originally normal skin, pale, sprout-like tentacles burrowed out from the pores as if on the surface of rotten flesh teeming with maggots—those tentacles writhed and swayed ceaselessly until, underneath the skin, even thicker white tentacles tore through the flesh, coiling towards Lu Ban's hand.

At the same time, the diner's mouth suddenly burst open, splitting into four segments, each lined with fine, sharp teeth resembling the petals of a fully-bloomed flower.

However, it seemed as if the flower sought Lu Ban's favor; without a second word, it lunged at his body. One could see the brain, ridged and textured like tofu, in the center of the blossom, where fuzzy tentacles rubbed against each other, waiting to feed.