Wen Wen raised his hand and looked at his arm. It still looked like an arm, but the more he looked, the more it felt like a piece of fried chicken wing that had been fried to a crisp, making him want to take a bite.
He bit his tongue hard, hoping the pain would dispel this strange, hallucination-like feeling.
But not only did he not feel any pain, the bitten tip of his tongue actually flowed with rich, savory juice, which was quite delicious…
Even for someone as mentally unstable as Wen Wen, a faint sense of horror crept in.
Those lunatics surrounded him, not because they wanted to attack him, but because in their eyes, he was a giant piece of fried chicken!
"Someone's playing tricks… Who is it!"
As Wen Wen scanned the lunatics surrounding him, he placed his hand on his chest and activated the ability of his chest plate, a glowing shield appearing around his body.
This shield could block considerable mental influence, but Wen Wen's state did not change at all. At most, due to the shield, the aroma was no longer emanating outwards.
This meant that he hadn't turned into this state due to mental attack, but was genuinely affected by some bizarre ability.
He rapidly scanned the faces of these lunatics, but all he saw were expressions of intense craving. He couldn't discern who was behind this from their eyes.
At the same time, an indescribable hunger emanated from Wen Wen's chest and abdomen. This hunger was almost unbearable…
Judging by the expressions of the lunatics around him, they were also enduring this hunger, but were refraining from charging due to the threat of death.
Wen Wen wanted to find some food, but found that the only thing that could be considered food was himself!
He gritted his teeth, emitting a low growl from his throat, and then forcibly suppressed this feeling for the moment.
For Wen Wen, enduring certain impulses wasn't overly difficult.
But hunger couldn't be suppressed for too long, so Wen Wen's expression became increasingly ferocious, and he continued to search for a target, like a wolf ready to devour its prey. Su Dan Novel Network.
"When I bit my tongue earlier, there was no pain, and it was easier than usual. It seems more than just the smell has changed."
The more he found himself in adversity, the more it tended to ignite certain aspects within Wen Wen. Thus, he quickly recovered from his anger, began to analyze the current situation, and found it rather interesting.
However, no matter how interesting it was, Wen Wen couldn't just let himself be eaten, nor could he eat himself. He'd rather smash his head against a piece of tofu.
So, he needed to solve the problem of hunger first. With food right in front of him, few could resist such extreme hunger.
And under extreme hunger, even if Wen Wen could endure it, it would affect his state.
Therefore, he needed to convert the hunger into combat power!
His eyes were quickly covered by blood vessels, his body exuded a bloody aura, and sharp fangs protruded.
He once again entered a state between madness and reason, completely transforming into a vampire's physique.
And after becoming a vampire, the hunger would transform into a thirst for blood, and the aroma of fried chicken could no longer attract Wen Wen in the slightest!
Moreover, this thirst could make a vampire even more powerful!
As long as he didn't have to eat himself, Wen Wen felt much more at ease. Although it was still difficult to endure, at least he should be able to hold on until he got through the current predicament.
As for the surrounding lunatics…
Finding the person behind the trickery was actually quite simple.
Wen Wen smiled, dispelled the shield, and decided to let them smell his scent; surely they wouldn't be able to resist.
To help the fried chicken scent spread better, Wen Wen, imitating the dancers he'd seen on television, grabbed the hem of his trench coat and spun gracefully in place.
He simply felt that these movements would help his scent to diffuse better, and the scene became rather awkward…
Despite the awkwardness, the effect was good. Stimulated by the aroma, the lunatics could no longer resist and rushed towards Wen Wen with wild cries.
Their movements were incredibly agile, and their strength was enough to crush floor tiles. Each of them was capable of engaging in close combat with a carrion demon.
However, this level of strength was far from enough against Wen Wen. A green light subtly appeared, and he gracefully weaved between the lunatics, none of whom could even touch his clothes.
It could be said he passed through a crowd of madmen without his hands touching them.
Wen Wen, meanwhile, used the small hammer he had used to knock on the door, smashing the foreheads of the lunatics one by one. Under the enhancement of Yan Biqing's ability, he only knocked them unconscious, without any bloodshed.
First, Wen Wen didn't want to kill anyone, and second, given his current state, coupled with extreme hunger, seeing blood would be problematic.
After most of the lunatics were knocked unconscious, only one remained standing.
He stood disheveled at the entrance to a corridor, looking at Wen Wen with menace.
"My friends have been hungry for a long time, can't you let them eat their fill…"
Wen Wen chuckled, his sharp fangs making his smile somewhat terrifying: "Why don't you offer yourself to them?"
The lunatic shook his head and said: "I am human, and my friends don't eat people. But you are fried chicken, and you should be eaten."
Wen Wen, too lazy to argue, pointed at him with his left index finger, and a beam of white light shot out.
If they were outside, Wen Wen would have found a way to capture this lunatic and take him to the containment facility. But here, he could only prioritize his own survival, and anyone who threatened his life deserved to die!
This light was energy stored from when Pu Guang Tian Shi had attacked Wen Wen. The power of a single beam was enough to kill an ordinary disaster-level monster.
He didn't expect to kill the lunatic with this power, merely to test his limits.
But something that shocked Wen Wen happened: when the beam reached three meters away from the lunatic, it transformed into pure white milk!
A stream of milk, as thick as a finger, sprayed onto the lunatic's face. He licked it with his tongue and found the taste quite good.
"Wh-what is this? Someone tell me what's going on?"
Wen Wen grabbed his hair, somewhat frantic. Anyone seeing light turn into milk wouldn't remain entirely rational.
Even though Wen Wen knew it was just a bizarre ability, he couldn't accept it.
Seeing Wen Wen's increasingly unfriendly expression, the lunatic immediately turned and ran, not wanting to die at Wen Wen's hands.
Wen Wen gritted his teeth, feeling that he couldn't let this guy go. With ghost-like speed, he appeared ten-odd meters behind the lunatic and pried a floor tile from the ground.
"You can convert energy, but what about this!"
Wen Wen flung the floor tile at the lunatic. The rapidly spinning tile was capable of decapitating a person.
But what Wen Wen had anticipated did not happen at all. Still at a distance of three meters, as the floor tile approached the lunatic, it transformed into a flying pancake and splattered onto his head.
Wen Wen: "…"
"This world has gone mad."