Humans are probably the only species that, even when facing death, don't forget to sar their kind with mud. Truly filthy.
Born as a human, Feng Mu feels deeply ashad!
"Compared to your ghostly appearance stuffed with wires, my body, all flesh and bones, is true respect for humanity."
This ti, Feng Mu didn't get angry. He's always more tolerant and patient with those who are about to die.
He gently tugged at the wires protruding from the other's eye socket, explaining softly:
"Co on now, I'm just taking a bit of your vitality, it's nothing much, after all, you're about to die, right."
Feng Mu paused, then remarked with emotion, "Besides, in this world, who hasn't siphoned off soone else's vitality while living? Haven't you ever done so?"
"If you hadn't extracted life from others, you wouldn't have this abundant essence of life flowing inside you."
[You absorbed an essence of life imbued with a high concentration of resentful energy.]
[The Calamity Iron stored within you is being digested.]
Feng Mu wasn't surprised to find the man in front of him tainted with resentful energy; what surprised him slightly was:
"It turns out that to absorb resentful energy, you don't necessarily need to fight tooth and nail; you can just directly extract the essence of life."
Of course, in most cases, wanting to siphon another's essence of life would surely require so tactics.
The Peeping Tom grinned, baring its teeth, with dark stains remaining between them. These marks seed freshly added, yet, who knows who they ca from before today?
"There we go, that's the right expression, a smile showing your teeth."
Feng Mu always makes a habit of counseling those near death, so they don't pass on with too much negativity.
This approach is sowhat reminiscent of the Ancient Era, where so condemned prisoners would receive the prayer of a priest before execution—a final redemption ritual.
Yes, Feng Mu is indeed that benevolent priest.
He said: "Do you rember how many souls' vitality you've siphoned? Surely you don't. So when I siphon you now, don't bear resentnt. Those who take from others shall themselves be taken."
The Peeping Tom opened his mouth, struggling to speak in rasping, broken whispers: "You... you too, will... get siphoned."
Feng Mu didn't refute, even nodding in agreent:
"You're not wrong; soday, I will be siphoned too. On this path, one either gets taken by those ahead or caught and consud by those following. Ultimately, this path leads to doom for all."
The Peeping Tom's left eye was bloodshot; he stared intently at Feng Mu, croaking hoarsely: "I'll... be waiting for you!"
Feng Mu shook his head, speaking aningfully: "Waiting won't suffice. Before you die, you must do sothing to hasten my descent to join you."
Feng Mu bared a mouthful of neatly arranged white teeth, sincerely:
"So, tell who sent you to harm . I'll go find him later, and you can walk a bit slower down there. Between him and , one will join you soon."
A face of an old friend involuntarily surfaced in the Peeping Tom's mind, seemingly tempted by Feng Mu's words.
His face first showed pain and conflict, then morphed into a twisted yet pitiful smile. As if guided by fate, he managed to squeeze a na from between his lips: "Zuo Bai!"
Feng Mu quickly searched his mory for this na, but found he didn't know anyone called "Zuo Bai."
He strongly suspected the Peeping Tom was attempting to deceive him, but he couldn't verify it, so he filed the na away in his mind.
Feng Mu did not give up, continuing to press with two more questions, but the Peeping Tom kept his lips tightly sealed, refusing to respond, causing a dark, viscous mixture to ooze from his nose.
Feng Mu sighed softly, expressing helplessness at the Peeping Tom's silence and disappointnt at his failure to probe further.
He extended a bone-white finger, gently slicing into Cheng Gao's shell before the Peeping Tom's eyes, as an invisible force perated within.
His gaze penetrated the surface obstruction, landing on that core tangled with energy conduits and cables, where the two hook-jade-shaped pupils in his eyes spun eerily.
"Your core seems quite unique, so you have the fortune of being rembered by ."
Feng Mu licked his dry lips, as if bidding farewell to an old friend about to part, casually asking:
"Tell , your na is..."
After revealing the na "Zuo Bai," the Peeping Tom opened his lips again, struggling to utter his own na: "Cheng Gao."
At this mont, Feng Mu could be sure the other wasn't lying, as the red bar above the Peeping Tom's head provided real-ti verification for him.
The lurking chanical half-cyborg [74/997].
The na before the red bar gradually blurred, then promptly recondensed into—chanical Half-Cyborg·Cheng Gao [68/997].
Seeing the confird real na reset on the red bar, Feng Mu's lips curled into a cryptic curve.
From the start, Feng Mu never truly relied on the Peeping Tom's cooperation to reveal the mastermind behind him.
This man's skeleton wasn't rely hard, even his words dripped with engine oil; how could Feng Mu believe what was said in his last monts?
Moreover, his clothes were in tatters, yet not a single phone or wallet was dropped, leaving no tangible evidence of his identity.
Feng Mu circled back to his questioning, but it was a distraction, slowly easing the other's guard. His real query lay in the last seemingly nonchalant question.
Feng Mu gently took the energy core from the other, then politely offered a bedti farewell:
"Cheng Gao, right? I'll rember this na. Then, goodbye, Cheng Gao."
As the bone finger withdrew, the energy drained from Cheng Gao's body in an instant. His chanical structure lost its luster, swiftly disintegrating into debris, mingling with scattered steel and wire remnants.
If soone passed by now, they would scarcely believe the heap was once a trace of life, most likely presuming it to be a pile of chanical scrap.
[chanical Half-Cyborg·Cheng Gao [0/997].
The cyborg was considerate, even saving Feng Mu the trouble of cleaning up the scene.
Feng Mu gazed down at the heart in his hand, a line of text appearing on his retina:
[You are peeking into a half-chanical, half-flesh human heart!]
[From this heart, you glimpse a yet-to-dissipate ability.]
[Dynamic Capture Lv3:
Those possessing this ability have exceptionally sharp insight. Their eyes function like precision instrunts, discerning the subtle nuances of most movents, making deceptive actions difficult to mislead or deceive.
They can accurately capture every minute action of their opponent, thereby gaining insight into impending events and making precise predictions of the enemy's next move.]
Note: The insight of Dynamic Capture depends not only on ability level but also on the speed difference between the user and the target.]
[Would you like to copy?]
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