Deep in the Living-Chapter 445 - 433: Tongue

"Ouch!"

Mr. Question Mark tapped his head with a chalk, from the structure of the collapsed hood, it seemed there really was a human head inside.

"How did I forget about this, it must be because your final performance was so fantastic, it got me all fired up to start preparing for the next Grand Challenge content.

During the game previously, I already told you, this tongue belongs to ’calamity residue,’ a very sophisticated technique.

You should have encountered it during the human period before your pituitary changed, though you only contacted a diluted avatar of the other party, which wasn’t enough to convey true calamity but could give you an ’impact.’

Moreover, you subconsciously mimicked the tongue behavior of the other party, for example..."

Mr. Question Mark’s sack-head made a clicking tongue sound, and as Luo Di heard this sound, even if his tongue was sealed, it subconsciously twitched.

"I guess I’m right, aren’t I?"

"Yes."

Mr. Question Mark again jabbed with his finger at the mouth area of the sack-head, seemingly touching the surface of the tongue, saliva dampening part of the sack,

"Due to your long-term mimicry, even a very slight impact gradually changed, turning into calamity residue, completely binding with your tongue.

However, the other party did not use this layer of calamity to influence you, nor to kill you, but rather allowed you to naturally develop, continue the habit of tongue clicking even rely on the tongue’s adaptation.

Ultimately letting this calamity residue become an inseparable part of you, what the final outcome will be, I shouldn’t need to explain, you can figure it out yourself, right?"

"What exactly is the root of this tongue?"

"It’s a very mysterious guy, he seldom shows himself in the Corner, the members of the Sisterhood behind you probably haven’t met him, or even heard of him."

Yu Lu, on his back, shook her head, she really hadn’t heard of such a monster related to tongues, capable of such feats.

Mr. Question Mark continued: "Very dangerous, with your current self, you can’t kill him, at least wait until the plants mature before you consider it.

Moreover, though this guy hardly moves in the Corner, he very much favors drilling into the Human World. One of his avatars should be confined in a containment room on the human side, even having shallow cooperation with your humans."

"Yes."

"No more nonsense, do we keep or lift the ’seal’ on the tongue?"

"Keep... but how can it be eradicated?"

"The mark is deep, even if you cut your tongue countless times it’s useless, unless you abandon the tongue from the source, or kill that guy, there are no other eradicating methods."

"Got it."

"OK, my seal can ensure the calamity residue is ineffective, but if that guy personally contacts your tongue, it’s hard to say.

Don’t die, game boy! You’re even more interesting to me than Lebeite, you’re very suitable for my game mode in certain aspects.

Though the winner can’t participate in the Death Grand Challenge, it doesn’t mean there are no other games. Perhaps in a few years, there will be a larger scale game covering certain Corner areas, and you’re welcome to join then.

I have a vision, when my personal power and wealth are sufficient, I will use the Corner space itself to create a grand epic game, inviting winners from every session to participate.

Before that, Luo Di, you should grow well, represent the human side to come and compete."

"Okay."

Mr. Question Mark seemingly exhausted his interest towards Luo Di, gestured to send off guests, and returned to his blackboard to continue game design.

Luo Di intended to inquire about Lebeite, but it seemed the other party had already left ahead of time.

The team turned around.

When they twisted the question-mark-printed doorknob, the outside wasn’t the mansion’s corridor, nor was it the elevator entrance... but outside, genuinely outside.

The bustling streets of the City of Sin, not far away was the ticket entrance to the real Death Game.

Only then did Luo Di realize that this company building was all part of Mr. Question Mark’s game area.

He could fully customize the internal space structure; anyone stepping into the company had already participated in the game from the start, everything needed to follow Mr. Question Mark’s rules.

Even a madman like the Joker couldn’t cause trouble internally.

The moment they stepped out of the company, some invisible shackles seemed to vanish.

The three didn’t immediately leave the city since someone hadn’t arrived, an important target hadn’t returned.

Just when Yu Lu thought Wu Wen would take the chance to escape, prepared to activate death tracking.

A voice came from across the street:

"Sister Hua, Sister Yu! We bought milk tea, do you want some?"

Wu Wen had finished her conversation with Mr. Question Mark early, and arrived outside the company to meet up with Miss Juan, both holding milk tea covered with white milk foam, surface dotted with meat-like particles.

Of course, they also brought a cup for Luo Di.

When handing over the milk tea, Wu Wen squeezed out her most adept professional smile, "Sister Yu, your backpack is really comfortable, I almost want to carry it myself."

Before Luo Di could respond, Yu Lu realized she seemed a bit accustomed to this backpack state, and she actively detached herself.

The four sisters walked in front, chatting and laughing,

While Luo Di was in a stranger follow mode, not opening his eyes, just letting his secondary nerves follow the sisters.

His fundamental consciousness is immersed on the Moon, observing the plant pot just installed by Question Mr., the biggest gain of this outing.

Sure enough,

The situation has changed.

The victims’ corpses piled up in the Moon Pit and the seedling plants crucial to Luo Di have disappeared, leaving only a long-dust-covered cellar door at the bottom.

When Luo Di grabbed the mottled rusty door handle and lifted the cellar door upward,

A stench assailed him.

The same stench again,

Although Luo Di appeared normal in front of Question Mr., the memory of spending years in a dungeon, nearly equating reality, still left a deep mark on his brain.

The fear called "Despair" still exists.

Buzz!

A consciousness slash struck his brain, completely obliterating the fear in his heart, and Luo Di advanced downwards like a murderer.

Inside became a Moon dungeon, entirely gray.

Ancient and quiet.

Every victim was assigned a cell, their spines extending outward, inserting underground, converging towards the depths.

Currently, the dungeon isn’t large, or rather, corresponds to the number of victims.

The deepest part of the dungeon is the most important "Plant Cultivation Room."

Soft, malodorous, pitch-black soil filled with human faces lay here.

The "Victim’s Bud" grows at the center, no longer needing to worry about the nutrients at the lowest level, as this soil will provide it with deep fear energy.

Unlike the concentrated nutrients of the Soup Pool,

this is fear from deeper in the Corner, which ordinary plants cannot harness, causing collapse from energy surplus.

Even Luo Di’s victim plant suffered some effects,

The human faces flowing within the soil spread towards the plant’s interior, causing a faint human face glow on its surface.

However,

Luo Di, as the main body, instead received a strong sense of fulfillment.

He could feel that under such a Greenhouse, the plant would definitely grow robustly, even possibly developing a different structure.

As Luo Di entered the Plant Cultivation Room, a sound came from the Corner:

≮Plant pot equipped≯

[Plant Pot Name]: Endless Prison

[Fear Type]: Despair

[Soil Source]: Mid-lower level (transition area)

[Space Adaptation Rate]: Adaptation rate 85% (Good)

*The plant pot can effectively promote plant growth, while also influencing the plant’s growth.

...

The live bus carried five people back to the Sisterhood’s apartment.

Luo Di’s consciousness returned from the pituitary space to his body,

The first thing he saw was Wu Wen, completely without pressure, currently chatting and laughing with Yu Lu, nothing like the relationship between captor and captive.

"How’s the plant pot? How’s the match with your pituitary space?" Hua Yuan’s voice came from the side.

"85% match."

"Not bad~ I was thinking of using it for a while myself. Forget it, when I’ve saved enough money, I’ll buy a good one... by the way, isn’t today’s journey a bit long, why haven’t we reached the disaster area yet?"

As Hua Yuan said this, the sisters chatting also checked the time, indeed surpassing the normal travel time.

"Something’s wrong..."

Hua Yuan glanced out the bus window, a sudden mist came from nowhere, pressing the visibility down to within one meter.

Just as Hua Yuan leaned towards the window, using her eye of brilliance to grasp the situation outside!

Bang!

Something crashed into and even stuck to the window.

Hua Yuan wasn’t frightened by the sudden situation, instead, she widened her eyes and shouted out loud.

"Monster attack!!"

The object stuck to the window was a severed tongue, not entirely stuck, but sliding down along the glass, leaving a trail of saliva...

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