Five sharp fingernails grew from his fingertips, shining with an eerie red light.
"These nails are filled with the blood poison used when vampires convert their blood kin. As long as it contacts blood, it can continuously corrupt it. The blood poison shouldn't kill you, but scratching your face so you can't recover this appearance, that should still be possible."
Wenwen had observed that although the monsters here could revive, the damage sustained upon death did not heal. Just like the zombie Wenwen had burned to a crisp, it existed in a charred state after revival.
"I'm going to give you a makeover now. Tell me, what style do you want?" Wenwen licked his fingernails, looking at Wen Li with a cruel expression.
Wen Li pulled out the steel rebar, threw it aside, and looked at Wenwen expressionlessly, saying, "You licked the blood poison."
Wenwen stared at his fingernails for two seconds, then said somewhat exasperatedly, "Blood poison only takes effect when it meets blood! Eating it directly is just protein!"
Then, Wenwen, in his embarrassment and rage, did not consult Wen Li's opinion and directly clawed at him, leaving five deep bloody gashes on his face.
The blood poison reacted rapidly on Wen Li's face, and after a while, his face became extremely terrifying.
But this time, Wen Li just looked at Wenwen grimly: "My strength is indeed inferior to yours, so feel free to be arrogant. But in a moment, I will make you wish you were dead, but unable to die."
Wenwen nodded obediently and said, "I can imagine what you'll do in a moment, but you won't have the chance."
He took a step back, standing beside the unconscious Liu siblings, and chains surged out, binding them. Then, Wenwen's figure vanished instantly.
Since everything here would be sent to the Red Moon, Wenwen just needed to not be here. Hiding in the containment facility would naturally put him at ease.
Seeing Wenwen disappear, Wen Li immediately roared, "Where is he? Where is he! Why did he disappear!"
In his fury, he destroyed everything around him but could not find any trace of Wenwen.
Wenwen hid in the containment facility for a short while. Estimating that the ascension range had already passed his previous location, he crawled out of the containment facility again.
He happened to see Wen Li's body floating, slowly ascending into the Red Moon.
"Bye-bye, we'll meet again someday," Wenwen shouted arrogantly, then turned and ran.
He didn't know what situation Wen Li would face after ascending. If Wen Li went up and reported Wenwen to some important figure, and they sent people to capture Wenwen, Wenwen wouldn't even have a place to cry.
Running for over ten kilometers in the direction away from the psychiatric hospital, Wenwen finally breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, he realized that the farther he was from the psychiatric hospital, the thicker the gray mist in the air became, and the more monotonous the colors. Eventually, it was all just a hazy gray.
No sound, no color, everything here was monotonous and boring.
"This should indeed be the gray mist layer, but I am currently in the deeper part of the gray mist layer, which is the side closer to the inner world."
In the shallower parts of the gray mist layer, one could return to the real world by lowering their inspiration.
However, in the deeper parts, this method would not work, because Wenwen himself had not raised his inspiration to its maximum.
To enter the real world from here, one only needed to find a passage to the real world. Fortunately, Wenwen knew how to construct such a passage, so he was confident he could return to the real world from here.
Since the crisis was over, Wenwen began to observe the ecosystem of the gray mist layer.
He could see all sorts of strange monsters. The bodies of these monsters were slightly blurry; some floated in the sky, while others roamed the ground.
Like the psychics who entered the gray mist layer in the real world, their bodies were in the inner world and also in the deeper part of this gray mist layer. The reason they entered this state was, on one hand, to find opportunities to enter the real world.
Natural inter-dimensional passages occasionally appeared here, and if there were ignorant psychics who tried to see their bodies clearly from the outside, they could use this to go to the real world.
And their other purpose was to eat!
Yes, to eat. For many monsters, human souls were the best food.
On the streets, one could see figures walking blankly everywhere. These figures were all souls of those who had died in the real world.
All non-living entities in the real world had projections in the gray mist layer, and the souls of all the deceased would wander here. Sudan Fiction Network
The lucky ones among the souls would enter the real world due to special attachments, becoming fierce spirits and malevolent ghosts. The rest were all food for these monsters.
The monsters would occasionally walk onto the streets, snatch a blankly walking human soul, and feast upon it. The other souls would turn a blind eye to this. Human souls were never rare in the inner world; what was rare were some special souls.
For example, the tragic souls created by those white-clothed demons through perpetrating tragedies in the real world.
Wenwen had no intention of saving these pitiful souls because such scenes were part of the natural order.
Except for a few exceptions, most souls, after being separated from their bodies, were actually ignorant and foolish things.
Without sensory organs, they could not obtain information from the outside world. Without a brain, they could not think or store memories, nor produce various pheromones. Thus, they had no joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness…
New souls were born every moment, and old souls could only be consumed in this way. If this balance were disrupted, the souls in the gray mist layer would increase, and eventually, they would break through a certain threshold, bringing about unforeseen disasters.
Of course, souls of psychics and monsters, due to the existence of psychic power, were completely different from these souls. They would continue to exist in another way…
Once the novelty wore off, Wenwen lost interest in the gray mist layer. It was too desolate, and even a fart would echo.
And Wenwen dared not mess around. If he accidentally entered the inner world, it would be troublesome, as it was not a good place.
After returning to the containment facility, Wenwen looked at the steel rebar with a strange smell, and his eyebrows furrowed.
This steel rebar was the only spoil of this operation, but because it had poked places it shouldn't have, Wenwen did not want to keep it.
So, he simply rinsed it with water, found some scrap iron, cast a safe handle for the steel rebar, and then took the handle to find Heng An, who was practicing combat skills.
Because of the specialty of his ability, Heng An had to rely on his combat skills to harm others, and he did not yet have a suitable close-combat weapon.
So, when Wenwen threw the inconspicuous steel rebar to him, he was overjoyed and started playing with it.
Initially, Wenwen had intended to remind him that this thing had poked some unpleasant things, but seeing Heng An pick up the end that had just been rinsed with water, Wenwen said nothing.
"Be careful when using this steel rebar. It carries a powerful curse. Mistakenly injuring others can be fatal."
Hearing Wenwen's reminder, Heng An nodded earnestly. For some reason, there seemed to be an unspeakable foul odor emanating from the steel rebar.
However, since it carried a curse, some foul odor was to be expected…
Hmm…
As everyone knows, many things are not clean just by rinsing them with water…