The walkway was silent for a while.
Dawn was almost over. The people who had been woken up by the commotion had already gotten up from both sides of the walkway. Some lit up their lamps while others opened their curtains. The light in the walkway was still dim and old. It was dusty, but it was enough for everyone to see the middle-aged woman who was mutating.
She was definitely not evolving. Any posthuman could tell with just a glance.
She did not show any of the standard symptoms of evolving, such as fainting, trembling, or losing control of herself. She did not even seem to realize that her arms had suddenly grown out of place. She was still talking to her neighbor, "After some thought, I still couldn't do it, so I went to look for her …"
The middle-aged woman paused, as if she was struck by the sudden silence in the walkway. "What's wrong?" She was stunned. She looked at her neighbor, Lin Sanjiu, and the others in front of her, "What's wrong with all of you?"
As she spoke, perhaps she still wanted to look back to see why there was no movement behind her, so she turned her head and smoothly turned 180 degrees on her neck. The back of her head covered in hair replaced her face and stopped on her chest. "Why are all of you looking at me?"
Lin Sanjiu heard the Eight-Headed Druid gurgling as if it was trying to find something to say. The sudden sound was like a beast attracted by the smell of blood. It made the middle-aged woman's head twitch. In the next second, Lin Sanjiu grabbed Eight-Headed Dede's shoulder and flipped him over, throwing him to the ground.
The middle-aged woman's head floated above the spot where the Eight-Headed Druid was standing. She stared at the man on the ground, then turned to Lin Sanjiu and stared at the Eight-Headed Druid on the ground again.
Finally, a look of fear and confusion appeared on her face. "What's wrong with me? I thought about it and came over immediately. That was fast. I … "
She remembered and slowly turned her head to look behind her.
Her long neck stretched across a pottery workshop, two long racks full of clothes, a house with a pair of siblings, a house with a skateboard on the wall … Her veins bulged under her skin.
"It's mutated!" Someone's voice, whether it belonged to an evolved being or not, exploded high up in the city. Lin Sanjiu pulled out the black scale she had plucked from the body of the fish. There was a circular opening on the scale that she could reach into and grab it. Just as she was about to reach for the neck of the middle-aged woman, someone pulled her back.
He didn't need to look to know who it was.
"Wait a minute," Ba Tou De shouted anxiously, "Seeing blood will mean something different, let's capture her first …"
Could it be that this person has already been blinded by a single leaf and has dug himself into a dead end? Just when Lin Sanjiu was about to say something, the middle-aged woman seemed to have come to her senses. She quickly retracted her neck, but she couldn't retract her elongated body. Like a snake with a human head in its mouth, she swayed uncontrollably in the air.
"Wait, wait a minute …"
The other posthumans didn't have the same concerns as Ba Tou De. Just as he was about to shout at the people in the city, someone released a ray of cold light that cut straight at the arm that was still pressed against the wall. "Don't do it!" The Eight-Headed Druid's roar was a step too late.
The arm was severed by the cold light. A small part of the forearm flew into the air while the other half fell to the ground.
In that split second, Lin Sanjiu subconsciously waited for blood to spurt out from the severed arm. Even if it wasn't blood, it would be the mucus of the duoluozhong.
Then, a large number of arms spurted out from the severed arm.
Like a spray of liquid, the large number of arms swallowed the air in an instant. Like a swarm of sea anemones, the densely packed arms swarmed toward the posthuman who was combing his hair just a moment ago.
The man didn't have a high combat level. He had just jumped up from the ground, and the few steps he took were blocked by the large number of arms. The moment he fell to the ground, the arms cheered silently and formed a large dark cloud around him. Before he could scream, the sound of raindrops hitting metal rang out in the air.
He raised his head and looked at the sky.
The black scale, which was about half the height of Lin Sanjiu, wobbled in the air as it was hit by the arms. It happened to be right in front of the posthuman and took the brunt of the attacks from the countless arms. Lin Sanjiu had only thrown the scale out with her Higher Consciousness in time, so she couldn't exert her strength as accurately as she could with her muscles. Nevertheless, she managed to save the life of the combing man.
"Come here!" Lin Sanjiu shouted at the man. Then, she raised her head and yelled at the city wall, "Nobody cut her —"
Lin Sanjiu's words were stuck in her throat before she could finish her sentence.
While she was focused on saving the posthuman, the middle-aged woman's head had already fallen to the ground. Half of the neck that had lost its mind was swaying from its chest cavity as if it was considering what to do next.
Apparently, it made its decision very quickly because countless tiny new necks were rushing out from the wound. At the end of each new neck, there was a new human head that was several sizes smaller, and each of them had the face of the middle-aged woman on the ground.
All of them were puzzled. They opened their mouths at the same time and frowned. Their buzzing voices echoed in the city.
"Even though it's a little weird, it feels pretty good."
"This … this …" The man who was combing his hair stumbled to Lin Sanjiu's side. Along the way, he was almost hit by a group of people's heads. His face turned pale with fright, "How do we kill her …"
"You can't kill her," the Eight-Headed Druid was still trying to minimize the situation. He quickly said to Lin Sanjiu, "She might have been harmed by someone. Please, help me subdue her —"
"She's more of a duoluozhong than a duoluozhong," Lin Sanjiu couldn't help saying. "Besides, I don't know how to subdue her …"
"Her weak point is her torso! You can't cut her. You have to blow her up! "
When an unknown evolved human's shout rang out from the distant city road, the middle-aged woman was standing alone in a space that was a few meters long. A large number of hands were on the other side of the city road, and a large number of heads were extending towards the Eight Headed Deity's path. Her torso and legs were still standing perfectly fine like a human.
"I said, don't do it!" Lin Sanjiu shouted angrily, but she was one step slower than the posthuman.
Something that looked like a small explosive pierced into the middle-aged woman's torso with a shrill whistle. It shattered as defenceless as any human body that behaves itself; and in the dust, the smoke, and the shrieks, a hundred new parts exploded in the air in a dense mass.
Many torsos of middle-aged women gushed out of the middle-aged woman's chest, and many more torsos of middle-aged women gushed out of her thighs. She was like the saying in the Tao Te Ching, "One begets two, two begets three, three begets all things." She had become so many that there was no space left in the city.
Like a flood, the bodies of the middle-aged women surged toward both ends of the city wall. They swept away many people who couldn't react in time. Even Lin Sanjiu didn't dare to face them head-on. She grabbed the Eight-Headed Druid and dragged him away.
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