Chapter Twenty-Eight: Legs Restored, Ruler of the Evil Infant
Ignoring the mischievous annotation, Mu Chen immediately used the [Universal Restoration Card].
In the next instant, he felt a peculiar force sweep through him—less than a second passed before he suddenly realized his legs could move again!
The group was currently making their way toward the air-raid shelter, but Mu Chen did not choose to leap from the wheelchair and walk. After all, it had been a long time since he last used his legs, and he wasn’t sure if they’d adapt right away, especially given their hasty retreat.
Besides, it would be disastrous if he tried to get up, only for his legs to fail and send him sprawling—ruining his image and disrupting the group’s pace.
Looking ahead, he saw that they were about to set foot on an old cement path, long neglected and never repaired.
[Ready to leave the blast site, only 973 meters away? The Evil Infant’s mirage has taken shape in the sky. In ten seconds, it will begin randomly and forcibly manipulating all living creatures within a two-kilometer radius.]
“Everyone stop! Don’t move! Don’t speak!” Mu Chen shouted urgently from his wheelchair.
The sibling duo and their servants were highly responsive; the instant Mu Chen called out, the whole team came to a halt.
Momentum nearly flung him from the wheelchair, but thankfully he held on tight…
Behind them.
“Grandma, they suddenly stopped moving. What should we do?” Yang Zhijie asked in confusion.
“…”
“Zhiying, go ask what’s going on,” the old woman said.
Her words made Yang Zhiying bristle, teetering on the edge of a breakdown. “I’m not going! Let someone else do it! Haven’t I embarrassed myself enough already?!”
At that moment, Yang Zhijie cocked his head and glanced sideways. “Dad, why don’t you go and ask?”
A sturdy, honest-looking man in a white undershirt and gray pants took two steps forward and called out, “Mom, I’ll go check.”
The Yang family still hadn’t reached a decision, but suddenly, something changed in the sky.
Drip—
A drop of water landed on Mu Chen’s forehead. He looked up, his pitch-black eyes peering into the sky.
Droplets of black rain began to pour down.
Black… rain?
[Warning!!! You realize that holding your breath and staying still is your only way to survive! When the black rain stops, that will be your only chance to escape!]
At this moment.
A colossal, black infant hovered in midair, its right arm slightly extended. Countless threads, invisible to ordinary eyes, hung from its hand like serpents, reaching for the ground.
Its huge left hand twitched, lifting every corpse and puppet nearby from the earth and suspending them in the air.
The corpses floated before the monstrous infant’s enormous head. Its luminous green eyes were wide and terrifying, fixed hungrily upon its prey. Its mouth opened wide, and as a wave of stench rolled out, the corpses tumbled in. As it chewed with savage force, bits of flesh and gristle sprayed from its lips.
The crunching, grinding sounds made Mu Chen’s hair stand on end; it felt as if his own organs and flesh were being devoured along with the corpses.
The air was thick with the reek of decay.
Yet—
Such a horrifying spectacle—
Only Mu Chen could see it.
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Meanwhile, the Yang family was still deliberating when the black rain began to fall. Some instinctively tried to shield themselves with whatever they could find.
“Cough… heh… heh…” Suddenly, a middle-aged woman let out a strange sound and, as if possessed, bowed her head and stood rigidly in place.
Her odd behavior sent a wave of panic through those nearby.
“Auntie, what’s wrong?!” Yang Zhijie cried out in alarm.
Her strange state disrupted their plans, and the group stared at her in a tense silence.
Just then, she jerked her head up!
Crack!
The sound of breaking bones was chillingly clear.
She had lifted her head so violently that her neck twisted a full 180 degrees, her once lifeless eyes now eerily unnatural.
“Mmm…”
Those behind her were so petrified by her actions that they stood frozen, not even able to scream.