Bloodstained Bus

This time, perhaps because of the passengers' extremely focused attention, they "saw" part of the process—Shi Mo appeared in front of the passengers like a ghost, his movements slow but carrying an irresistible, overwhelming aura.

He extended his hand, which had just been stained with blood but now appeared unusually clean and pale, and gently, almost tenderly, covered the dripping passenger's wet, moss-covered head.

Then, slowly close your five fingers together.

"Click..."

The first soft sound was like the first crack appearing on the ice.

"Click...click click..."

The head of the dripping passenger was deformed and dented at a speed visible to the naked eye in Shi Mo's hands.

A viscous, dark green liquid with a pungent, fishy odor, mixed with some milky white, brain-like gelatinous substance, was forcibly squeezed out from between Shi Mo's fingers and flowed down the back of his hand and wrist.

"Ughh ...

Shi Mo ignored his struggles and screams. He clenched his fists tightly, then pressed his wrist down sharply and pulled it to the side!

"Rip—!!!!"

A loud, wet, and forceful ripping sound, as if leather had been forcibly torn, echoed throughout the carriage.

The body of the dripping passenger, starting from the completely crushed and deformed head, was torn apart vertically along the spine by Shi Mo's hand! It was like tearing apart a tough salted fish that had been soaking for too long.

Dark green, rotten seaweed-like internal organs, a spine wrapped with thick black blood vessels, broken ribs, and many more indescribable, foul-smelling gelatinous substances and liquids... everything was exposed in this violent tearing.

Thick, dark green "blood" and broken tissue gushed out like a fountain, splattering the car windows, seats, and even leaving stains on the ceiling.

Shi Mo loosened his grip.

The remains, neatly torn in two, slid softly to the ground like two tattered pieces of cloth, still twitching slightly in a nervous manner. More dark green liquid gushed from the huge wound, mixing with the dark red blood and grime already on the floor, emitting a complex and intense aura of death that could make any living thing vomit and faint.

[Ding! Lootable skill detected: E-rank 'Damp Erosion'. Loot now?]

"Yes."

Shi Mo didn't even look down at the "work" at his feet. He just casually shook his hand to get rid of the last bit of dark green glue sticking to his fingers, and calmly turned his gaze to the old woman with the twisted neck.

The old woman was desperately trying to turn her twisted neck back to a "normal" position, making a creaking sound that made your teeth ache, so as to get away from Shi Mo's sight. Her movements were frantic and stiff, and her cloudy eyes were filled with genuine fear.

"You," Shi Mo slowly walked towards her, his shoes making a splattering, extremely unsettling sound as they stepped into the sticky pool of blood, a mixture of red and green, "Just now, it seemed like you were 'watching' me?"

His voice was very soft, even questioning, as if he were just confirming a trivial fact.

"No! No! I... I just..." The old woman's voice was hoarse and shrill, filled with a trembling sound of terror, "I just have a sore neck... yes! A sore neck! I can't turn it!"

"Oh?" Shi Mo had already walked to her seat and leaned down slightly.

His white hair fell down, almost touching the old woman's pale, distorted, and horrified face. His handsome face, splattered with blood, magnified infinitely in the old woman's cloudy pupils, like the approaching Grim Reaper.

"Your neck is uncomfortable?" Shi Mo repeated, his tone carrying a hint of realization, and a touch of... chilling "concern." "It seems that I, as the flight attendant, have been negligent."

He reached out, the hand that had just caused two gruesome deaths, and gently grasped the old woman's withered, twisted, loose-skinned neck. The touch was cold and stiff.

"Don't worry," Shi Mo's blood-red left pupil stared closely into the old woman's terrified eyes, the smile on his lips deepening, carrying a cruel sense of reassurance, "I've learned a little... bone setting."

Before he could finish speaking, the wrist gripping his neck suddenly twisted, yanked, and pulled!

"Crack!!!!"

A snapping sound, crisper and more violent than any previous one.

It wasn't a snap, but rather a partial cervical vertebrae were pulled along with the skull, and the entire head was twisted and torn off the neck like a radish.

Dark red, slightly viscous blood, like a fountain released from pressure, shot up from the severed neck cavity, splashing onto the roof of the car, then turning into a rain of blood that fell down, soaking Shi Mo's head and face, as well as the seats and windows next to him.

Shi Mo, however, paid no attention. He held up the head, which had gray hair, an expression frozen in extreme terror, and a mouth that was opening and closing as if trying to beg for mercy, and examined it carefully.

Blood dripped from his severed neck, onto the back of his hands and arms, and finally onto the pool of blood on the floor, making a soft "drip-drop" sound.

"Tsk," Shi Mo frowned slightly, like a discerning artist examining a flawed piece of work, "The joints... aren't handled cleanly enough. There are bone fragments."

He flicked his wrist as if he were casually tossing away a piece of trash.

The head traced a bloody arc before slamming violently against the car window with a loud bang!

"Splash—!!!"

The already filthy car window shattered with a crash, and a head, accompanied by shards of glass, flew out of the vehicle and disappeared into the billowing gray fog. Large amounts of glass shards, mixed with specks of brain matter and blood, splattered across the car floor, creating a scene of utter chaos.

The headless corpse lay slumped in the seat, blood gushing from a wound the size of a bowl on its neck, quickly pooling into a large puddle under the seat.

[Ding! Lootable skill detected: C-rank 'Joint Twist'. Loot now?]

"Yes."