Inhuman and Depraved

Chapter 79 Inhuman and Depraved

"ah--!"

"Help me—!"

""

"Run—!"

Screams, cries, and calls for help rose and fell.

The sound was sharp and piercing, rising higher and higher, echoing back and forth in the enclosed carriage, crashing against the walls and bouncing back, weaving into an invisible net that tightly bound everyone's reason.

Some people tried to run towards the carriage door, but found that it was blocked by a large crowd.

Those people also wanted to run, and they pushed and shoved each other, crowding together so tightly that no one could move.

Some people were pushed to the ground, and before they could get up, they were trampled on by the people surging up from behind. Their screams stopped abruptly, leaving only muffled groans.

Someone tried to open the window and jump out, only to find that the window couldn't be opened at all.

The window had been nailed shut at some point, and no matter how much they pushed, smashed, or punched it, the glass remained unmoved.

Someone grabbed their luggage and threw it at the glass. The luggage bounced back, leaving only a faint white mark on the glass.

Some people slumped in their seats, trembling all over, their lips quivering, unable to speak.

Their eyes were wide open, almost popping out of their sockets, staring at the hellish scene before them. They felt as if their souls had been ripped out, leaving only trembling shells.

The entire carriage was in complete chaos.

That chaos was not ordinary chaos, but a complete, devastating, apocalyptic chaos.

No one is human anymore; they are wild beasts gripped by fear, capable only of screaming and fleeing.

The stench emanating from the vomit was so strong it was almost unbearable.

The smell was initially just fishy and foul, then it turned sour and putrid, and later it even developed a slightly sweet and cloying stench, like rotting flesh.

The stench entered the nostrils and traveled down the throat, making one want to vomit.

And those who were vomiting added new nutrients to the stench, layer upon layer, making it thicker and heavier.

The entire scene was enough to break any ordinary person.

Li Yuan sat quietly in his seat.

He didn't move, but his gaze remained fixed on everything.

I watched those who were vomiting, watched the white cocoons spraying from their mouths and noses, watched the things that were wriggling slightly on the ground, about to emerge from their cocoons.

That gaze was as calm as the water in an ancient well, without a ripple.

But beneath that calm, countless subtle thoughts were swirling—

Like an undercurrent at the bottom of a deep pool, it is invisible and intangible, yet it truly exists.

Suddenly

His gaze shifted slightly.

I saw someone sitting across the aisle, also with their mouth wide open.

He was a middle-aged man, slightly overweight, wearing a gray long gown.

The long robe, which had been fairly neat, was now soaked with sweat and clung to his body in a wrinkled state.

His face was distorted, his features squeezed together, making it impossible to distinguish his eyes from his nose.

His eyes were wide open, almost bulging out, bloodshot, like two red glass beads about to shatter.

A gurgling sound came from his throat.

The sound was like something churning deep in the throat, trying to burst out but getting stuck, unable to come up or go down, only able to writhe back and forth in that small space.

Then, "Pfft—!"

A thick, cloudy stream of vomit shot out of his mouth!

The force was so strong that it sprayed directly into the face of someone sitting opposite!

The moment it sprayed out was like a high-pressure water tap that had been suppressed for too long finally bursting open. The yellowish-green liquid drew an arc in the air and precisely poured onto the face of the person opposite.

Before the man could react, he was drenched in water.

He was opening his mouth to shout when the vomit was poured directly into his mouth.

He instinctively shut his mouth, but it was too late; the foul-smelling, sticky substance had already gone down his throat.

Vomit streamed down his hair, cheeks, and neck, obscuring his eyes, clogging his nostrils, and soaking his collar.

There were also three or four white cocoons wriggling on his face, some crawling into his eyes and others burrowing into his nostrils.

The man's expression froze completely.

His mouth was agape, his eyes were wide open, and he seemed frozen in place.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still.

Then-

"ah--!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream erupted from the man's throat!

That scream was more agonizing and desperate than any of the previous screams.

That wasn't a scream of fear, but a scream of utter collapse.

It was the last cry of anguish squeezed out from the depths of the soul after reason had been completely destroyed.

He frantically tried to wipe the stuff off his face, but the more he wiped, the more nauseating it became.

The viscous liquid stuck to his hands, impossible to shake off or wipe clean, like a persistent, intractable infection.

He wiped the white calluses off his face, but they stuck to his hands, still wriggling and struggling, trying to burrow into his palm.

He stood up and tried to run, but his foot slipped and he fell to the ground, landing right in a puddle of vomit.

The puddle of vomit was sticky and slippery; as soon as he fell in, he sank in.

He struggled to get up, grabbing at the ground with his hands, but only managed to grab more slime and more white calluses.

He discovered that the white cocoons had stuck to his body and were crawling into his clothes and onto his skin.

His screams had turned into cries.

The cries were like those of an infant abandoned in the wilderness, facing endless darkness and helplessness, only able to utter this most primal and desperate sound.

And all of this is just the beginning.

Everyone in the carriage who had just drunk tea was now burping incessantly, and then continuously expelling thick, cloudy white cocoons from their mouths and noses.

One.

two.

Three.

ten.

Twenty.

The burps, the spitting sounds, the vomiting sounds mingled together, creating a strange, chilling cacophony.

That was the sound of life and death intertwined, the sound of humans and insects entangled, the sound of gestation and destruction occurring simultaneously.

Soon, the entire floor of the carriage was covered with yellowish-green vomit.

The vomit, a thick layer, overflowed the aisle, seeped under the seats, and soaked the people who had collapsed.

When you step on it, it's soft and sticky, making a "plop plop" sound.

Those white cocoons wriggled and rolled inside, so densely packed that it made one's scalp tingle.

They huddled together, layer upon layer, like countless maggots churning in rotting flesh.

Occasionally, one or two particularly active ones will squeeze out of that pile, crawl to another place, and then be submerged by other white cocoons.

Those who vomited, after expelling the last batch of white cocoons, finally collapsed to the ground one after another, just like the flight attendants.

"Bang bang—bang—"

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Like sacks full of grain being thrown on the ground, the dull thuds echoed one after another.

Their bodies slammed onto the vomit, splashing up slick liquid.

But they are still vomiting.

Even as he lay on the ground, his body was still convulsing, and something was still gushing from his mouth.

Those pale faces, pressed against the ground, with yellowish-green liquid still flowing from the corners of their mouths, looked like corpses still gushing water.

Those white cocoons continued to emerge from their bodies.

Li Yuan's gaze shifted from those people to the white cocoons on the ground.

They've started to crack.

One.

two.

Four.

Eight.

more and more.

Those cracked white cocoons, like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, bloomed one after another.

The sound of cracking was extremely faint, yet it was exceptionally clear amidst the screams and cries.

Like countless cicadas, they burst forth from the earth at the same time.

"Buzz"

The first flying insect emerged from its cocoon, fluttering its wings as it took flight.

It shook off the slime on its body, spread its thin, cicada-wing-like wings, circled in the air, and let out a sharp cicada chirp.

"Buzz—Buzz"

More flying insects followed closely behind.

They emerged from the cracked white cocoon, shook off the slime, spread their wings, and flew into the air.

The wings vibrated at an extremely high frequency, producing a sharp and piercing sound that coalesced into a deafening roar.

These flying insects are exactly the same as the previous batch.

A triangular head, shiny black compound eyes, a segmented body, and wings as thin as cicada wings.

Under the dim light, the compound eyes refracted a seven-colored halo, eerie yet beautiful.

They flew extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, they filled the entire carriage.

Those who did not drink tea were now plunged from the fear of vomiting into another, even deeper fear.

Because they discovered those flying insects attacking them.

A flying insect landed on a young woman's arm.

The woman was wearing a floral cheongsam and had her hair styled in a fashionable updo; she looked like a young lady from a wealthy family. She screamed and reached out to pat her.

That hand was fair and slender, well-maintained, but it was trembling and shaking.

But before her hand could touch the flying insect, she heard it emit a piercing cicada-like cry.

Then the insect's mouth suddenly pierced her skin!

Its mouth, thin as a needle and sharp as a knife, pierced the skin almost imperceptibly.

But then came a sharp, piercing pain as the flying insect used its mouthparts to tear at her flesh!

"ah--!"

The woman screamed and frantically shook her arms.

The faster she shook it, the tighter the insect clung to her skin. Its six legs were firmly attached to her skin, like a giant bloodsucking leech, and she couldn't shake it off no matter how hard she tried.

Her arms flailed in the air, bumping into seats, windows, and passengers next to her, but the flying insect remained motionless.

Even more terrifying, the flying insects began to gnaw at her flesh!

It tore a small piece of meat off!

That small piece of meat, still bloody and with skin attached, was picked up by the flying insect's mouth and swallowed in a few gulps.

After swallowing the piece of meat, the insect's body seemed to swell slightly, then it lowered its head and continued to gnaw on the next piece.

The woman was in so much pain she almost fainted.

She watched helplessly as the insect swallowed the piece of flesh, looked at the bloody little hole in her arm, and watched the insect lower its head again and bite down on the edge of the hole once more.

And all of this is just the beginning.

More and more flying insects swarmed towards those who hadn't drunk tea.

They came in droves, like dark clouds, surging in from all directions.

They landed on their faces, necks, hands, and legs, frantically gnawing at their flesh.

Someone tried to swat them with their hands, killing one, but ten more fell on them.

Some people tried to swat them away with their clothes, but after they chased away one group, more came rushing in.

Some people rolled on the ground, trying to crush the flying insects on their bodies, but were overwhelmed by even more flying insects.

Screams, cries, and pleas for help rose and fell in waves.

That voice was no longer a human voice.

That was a non-human wail squeezed out from deep within the throat after being twisted by pain.

Like ghosts in hell, they are suffering endless torment.

The entire train carriage had become a living hell.

In that purgatory, there were people vomiting, insects emerging from their cocoons, living people being devoured, and slime flowing everywhere.

The things were mixed together, a jumbled mess, and it was impossible to tell where the people were, where the insects were, where the vomit was, and where the flesh and blood were.

Li Yuan sat quietly in his seat.

His gaze swept over the screaming people and then fell back on the flying insects.

These flying insects feed on human flesh.

Those people just now were their "embryos".

It hatches, grows, and emerges from its cocoon inside a person's belly.

And at this moment—

They are enjoying their "first meal".

They feed on those who are not infected by the curse.

Like a newborn baby, sucking its first mouthful of milk.

But this fluid is human flesh and blood; this infant is a Gu worm.

Such methods, such practices—

This is absolutely outrageous and inhumane!

The Tao Te Ching says, "Heaven and earth are ruthless; they treat all things like straw dogs."

But that inhumanity is the natural way of Heaven, the inaction without intention.

All of this was done deliberately by someone who treats all living beings as straw dogs and human lives as worthless grass.

The coldness in Li Yuan's eyes became even clearer.

That chill, like the biting wind of deep winter, slowly rose from the deepest part of my heart.

It is neither fierce nor ostentatious, yet it is enough to freeze all false warmth in an instant.

The person who cast the curse is definitely still on the train.

The thought flashed through his mind.

That thought, like a flash of lightning in the dark night, pierced through the chaos and illuminated the path ahead.

At the same time, the warm golden light within his body was already poised to be unleashed.

That golden light usually remained hidden deep within the dantian, unseen and unassuming.

But now, it has begun to flow slowly, like a sleeping giant awakening.

He was about to unleash his senses to pinpoint the location of the person who had cast the curse.

Once that perception is unleashed, the presence of all living things within a radius of several miles on the entire train will be revealed.

No matter where that person hides or what means they use to conceal themselves, they cannot escape this "photograph".

However, just as he stood up...

"Gugua—"

A deep, resonant croaking sound suddenly rang out in the carriage.