616: Chapter 280 Pseudo-Human Li Kai and Liang Liangzi (Add 1000 words!) 616: Chapter 280 Pseudo-Human Li Kai and Liang Liangzi (Add 1000 words!) That icy feeling seed to carry a venomous erosion, viciously invading his bones and flesh, making his arms feel numb.
After being elbowed away, the right half of the Chef in the green apron’s chest cavity collapsed inwards, and the upper half of its body was covered in porcelain-like cracks, yet it did not shatter.
It shook its body like a Terminator devoid of pain and resud its ability to move.
However, its target was not the Sports Student, but Li Kai, who was taking a shower.
Strangely, instead of directly attacking the defenseless Li Kai behind the shower curtain, it stretched out its hand and patted the shower curtain, and then it did sothing unexpected—imitating the Sports Student’s voice, it shouted:
“Liangzi!
Are you finished yet?
Hurry out!
There’s filth here!
I can’t handle it, quick, help !”
What was eerie was that its tone was extrely anxious, making it indistinguishable whether it was really the Sports Student speaking, but its facial expression remained numb and lifeless, like a heartless clone.
“Scram!” the Sports Student growled lowly, adjusted his body, and kicked the Chef in the green apron forcefully.
“Little Li, don’t get distracted, hurry up and wash your hair, I’ve got this under control!”
“Holy crap, Old Yan, are you really okay?” Li Kai panicked at heart, “This is my first ti facing sothing like this, don’t scare !”
“Shut up, rember what the notice said!
Don’t co out before you finish washing!” Old Yan shouted fiercely.
After several exchanges, Old Yan grew increasingly anxious, sensing that sothing was not quite right.
Any other Chef in the green apron should have been finished off by now, but this one before him was extrely tenacious.
Despite being covered in cracks and seemingly about to shatter with one more hit, it simply would not break, no matter how he struck it.
It was like a piece of xylitol gum that had been stepped on, cracked all over, but still inherently very hard.
“Sothing’s wrong, very wrong!” Old Yan’s expression was grave.
His palm unfurled, and sky-blue steam began to condense in the center of his palm, faintly outlining the shape of a baseball bat.
The attention of the Chef in the green apron finally shifted from Li Kai to Old Yan.
As it saw the outline of the baseball bat in his hand, a ripple finally appeared in its previously lifeless, dull eyes.
It abandoned its attempt to leave and instead rushed towards Old Yan, not giving Old Yan a chance to “complete the Casting Spells.”
Just as the Chef in the green apron was about to reach him, the bat in Old Yan’s hands finally took shape.
He gripped the bat with both hands and violently swung it at the Chef in the green apron!
「Crack——」
The sound of shattering was clear and distinct; the body of the Chef in the green apron began to fracture at a visible rate.
However, its hand latched onto Old Yan stubbornly, its ten fingers like ten sharp knives, piercing into Old Yan’s forearm, then cruelly broke off his arm!
“Ah——”
Old Yan let out a pained roar.
At this mont, Li Kai finally panicked, forgetting the rules he was supposed to follow.
Without finishing his shower, he fiercely grabbed a towel to wipe his hair, at the sa ti lifting his head and subconsciously reaching out to pull the shower curtain.
“Old Yan!”
He called out in urgent alarm, but as he reached out, he realized he couldn’t pull the shower curtain…
The shower curtain that was supposed to be in front of him…
was gone.
He looked down and saw no anti-slip mat under his feet, only a patch of icy cold, pitch-black stone…
「Splish—splash—splash—」
The sound of water echoed in his ears, but it was not the sound of water in the bathroom, but more like the sound of water splashing against stones.
He didn’t have ti to focus, as his peripheral vision detected a twisting and stretching that went beyond cognition.
His brain felt dizzy, his sense of self couldn’t keep up with the visual information, and a vast disparity enveloped his heart, swallowing him slowly like an Abyss…
…
Inside the shower area, Old Yan’s forearm was broken, blood spraying out tinted with a Sky Blue Breath.
He covered the broken arm with his other hand, his body drenched in cold sweat, his face pale, and his lips trembling uncontrollably.
His body kept shaking, but he tried his best to remain calm, seemingly using willpower to Suppression the intense tearing sensation at his wound.
But the Chef in the green apron on the other hand had no such “troubles”; after being knocked to the ground, its shattered body gradually pulled back together.
It held onto the baseball bat, which hadn’t solidified in ti due to haste, sniffing its Breath as if slling flowers.
Sky Blue steam began to emit from the bat, becoming more and more ethereal until it vanished completely.
All the Sky Blue steam contained in the bat was thoroughly sucked up by the Chef in the green apron.
It licked its lips; the cracks on its body remained, but it still retained a human shape, its previously collapsed areas filling out as if by Regeneration.
It took rigid steps, making a “shasha” sound, inching closer to Old Yan…
Knowing he was no match, Old Yan frenetically sought an escape route, trying to find a way to flee and seek help from other students.
However, as he attempted to sprint away, the Chef in the green apron, which had been slow-moving earlier, suddenly intercepted him with surprising agility, countering with injury for injury, hitting him back into the shower area.
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