Who hid My Corpse!-Chapter 131: Twenty-eight Pollutant bodies, truly disgusting.

The Pollutant swallowed the fingers along with the box, causing both the bulky man and Jim to freeze for a moment.

This was clearly beyond their expectations, especially for the bulky man who had once belonged to the Devil's Army; it was completely unforeseen.

In his understanding, Pollutants were not highly intelligent creatures. Apart from instinctive feeding, they mostly wandered aimlessly in the Polluted Land, only attacking when they encountered intruders. It was hard to find any clear "purpose" in them.

But now, this dying Pollutant had swallowed the box of fingers at its last moment, and it clearly wasn't just trying to have a final meal.

A sense of vigilance surged once again in the bulky man's heart; he was already regretting not eradicating it when he had the chance, sparing that moment of folly, but now it was too late to consider that. His experience in the Devil's Army told him that "observing and waiting" was definitely not a good option at this time.

Thus, he once more commanded his four mechanical arms, which had still not recovered from "Overload," and immediately walked towards the Pollutant.

The Pollutant was in a very strange state at this moment, looking like a section of intestines that had eaten something it shouldn't and was consequently abnormal, continuously writhing while making "gurgling" noises, showing no reaction to the rapidly approaching bulky man.

Therefore, the bulky man immediately commanded the four mechanical arms, launching an attack on the Pollutant.

Without the boost of "Overload," it was naturally impossible to recreate the effect of a pile driver like before, but it was already enough to kill the Pollutant in front of him.

At least that's what the bulky man thought.

And Jim by his side also believed that the bulky man would soon dispose of the Pollutant, though the Pollutant's action of swallowing the fingers had made him feel very uneasy. However, there had been enough unsettling events for him tonight, and now Carl's blood was still on his face. So, he just wanted to end it all quickly and go home for a bath, and, if possible, he never wanted to go on a mission with the bulky man again, to avoid repeating Carl's fate.

A bunch of thoughts flashed through Jim's mind, but soon he sensed something was wrong.

Why was it so quiet in the room?

Hadn't the bulky man made his move yet?

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Jim looked up towards where the bulky man was positioned. From his angle, he could only see the bulky man's back and the fully extended four mechanical arms.

But those extended mechanical arms hadn't come down.

Why... wasn't he attacking?

Jim was slightly stunned.

At this moment, his sense of unease expanded again, so he suppressed his fear, shifted a little bit on his behind, moving to the side of the bulky man, and immediately widened his eyes.

He finally understood why those four mechanical arms couldn't smash down.

Because they were grabbed by another four "hands."

At this moment, the bulky man's eyes were full of fear. He had served so many years in the Devil's Army and had never encountered the situation before him.

The Pollutant in front of him had actually grown four arms, not tentacles or claws, but four distinctly human arms, each with clearly visible five fingers!

How could this be!?

What made the bulky man even more panicked was that the body of the Pollutant continued to wriggle, and soon, it tore open a slit resembling a mouth.

And finally, it spoke.

"Oh? So such a body can also withstand my descent?"

The bulky man didn't understand what this meant, nor did he know what exactly was speaking to him!

It must be that finger, right? It had to be that bizarre finger?!

The bulky man's regret intensified.

But it didn't matter, it was still not too late, it definitely wasn't too late!

The cooldown of "Overload" was about to end, no matter what this thing was, as long as it was still structured like a Pollutant, it couldn't withstand the attack of "Overload"!

The bulky man was already starting to preheat the four mechanical arms.

He firmly believed that once he reentered "Overload," everything would reverse!

Just once more…

The bulky man's eyes gradually widened.

Because the Pollutant in front of him had already ignited first.

In the reflection of the bulky man's pupils, that burning, bizarre posture rapidly enlarged.

This was also the last image the bulky man saw in his life.

Two minutes later.

A Pollutant with four arms, now turned to charcoal, staggered out of the house in a twisted posture.

It hadn't taken many steps when it "snapped" and fell to the ground.

After a series of convulsions,

It "vomited" an unscathed middle finger.

And then it was completely devoid of life.

…

On the other hand, Gerard felt something returning to his mind.

He knew, it was Bai Wei.

Ever since he had received that eye, Gerard had always felt the presence of another soul within his body, having somewhat grown accustomed to it.

Until just now, when Bai Wei had said he was going to deal with something on the other side, and then there was silence, Gerard distinctly felt a part of his body suddenly empty, and he knew that was Bai Wei leaving.

But now, Bai Wei was back.

Although curious about Bai Wei's ability to move between different Corpse Blocks, Gerard didn't ask; instead, he posed a more valuable question, "How did it go?"

"It's settled," Bai Wei replied, his tone unpleasant, "but you still need to hurry back to deal with three corpses and one Pollutant's remains at your home."

Three, three corpses and one Pollutant's remains?!

Gerard nearly lost his composure.

How long had Bai Wei been gone? To have slaughtered three intruders and a Pollutant?

How was that possible? Wasn't it just a finger over there?!

If you were that strong, why would you stay in my body?

Isn't that beneath your abilities?

Upon hearing Bai Wei's words, an array of bizarre thoughts flashed through Gerard's mind in an instant, but he restrained himself from bombarding Bai Wei with questions, sensing the poor tone in Bai Wei's voice, he instead asked, "Are you... injured?"

"I'm left with only a soul, what harm can I suffer?" Bai Wei responded irritably.

Listening to that robust voice, it didn't seem like Bai Wei was injured, prompting Gerard to feel even more puzzled, "Then what's wrong?"

Bai Wei fell silent for a while and then sighed heavily.

"The body of the Pollutant, it's truly disgusting."

Gerard: "…?"

Facing Gerard's confusion, Bai Wei didn't offer more explanation. After all, it was supposed to be Gerard who was transparent to him, not the other way around, maintaining a certain level of mystery was necessary.

But he indeed felt quite uncomfortable now, partly because moving a soul between Corpse Blocks was a very "soul-draining" activity. Even though it wouldn't directly consume a soul, it still left him feeling exceptionally exhausted.

Secondly, as he just mentioned, the body of the Pollutant was truly revolting.

Of course, by disgusting, he meant it was nauseating to control.

Just as Gerard always said, a human brain can't control too many parts that are not originally its own, which is why Lyra always forbade adding extra metal parts to one's body. The same principle applied to Bai Wei; the body of a Pollutant, which structurally differed completely from a human's body, made control profoundly uncomfortable, an experience Bai Wei never wanted to repeat.

Moreover, Pollutants were inherently weak. Although they had souls, those souls were exceedingly chaotic and weak. They could indeed serve as fuel for a Second Order Descent, but they would burn out in a couple of minutes, leaving nothing behind.

With such a body and soul, achieving a rapid kill of two somewhat defenseless individuals earlier was already pushing the limits; it was unreasonable to expect more from it.

But then again, if the kind of thing he had to welcome to descend at will, did Bai Wei really need to trick and deceive every day here?

Why not just dive into the Polluted Land directly?

Setting that aside, the fact that a Pollutant's body could serve as a vessel for descent was quite a surprise to Bai Wei.

He could roughly guess why.

It was the attraction between Corpse Blocks; the Pollutant in the depths of the Polluted Land, influenced by the 'tongue,' naturally sought to approach the 'finger' that emitted the same scent, and perhaps even devour it, dedicating itself to the 'finger,' which could be seen as an extension of the 'tongue's instinct.

So, the appearance of the Pollutant there tonight was not an accident; it was drawn to the 'finger.'

… But then again, before Bai Wei's arrival here, Gerard himself was also attracting Pollutants. According to Gerard, Pollutants would seek him out every few days, for which he had made quite a few preparations.

So, what was the reason for that?

Pollutants came for the finger because of the influence of the 'tongue.'

But why did they seek Gerard?

Bai Wei fell deep into thought.

What exactly had he encountered in the Polluted Land ten years ago?

Just then, Bai Wei heard Gerard whisper, "They're here."

Huh? What's here?

Bai Wei also looked over to see a familiar figure striding towards them at the end of the prison.

Bai Wei knew this person—it was Kude.

"Time's up, Gerard," Kude announced, standing in front of the cell.

Gerard glanced at the clock on the wall and then said gravely, "You have no right to detain me; I haven't done anything wrong, this goes against the rules."

Kude pursed his lips, offering no explanation, only gesturing for the Knight behind him to come forward and unlock the door.

Bai Wei's voice floated through Gerard's mind, "Seems like you've realized it too. They've started using things outside the rules to deal with you."

Gerard narrowed his eyes but said nothing.

After the door was unlocked, he didn't even glance at Kude, just walked straight out.

But before he had taken two steps, Kude stopped him.

"Wait, Gerard," Kude said slowly, "let me take you back."