Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 629 "Skin"

When Chaxilu turned his head, he was so frightened that his soul almost flew out of his body.

Because Zheng Fan had never paid attention to the fact that the sculpture could move, and the various strange things piled up in the studio had also diluted the fact that the sculpture could move in the first place, Chaxilu had almost forgotten that this was the most terrifying thing for him.

However, unlike the terrifying statues he had imagined, these statues seemed to be helping him fight those cult members.
“They weren’t there to harm you.” Mo Mang glanced at his astonished expression and continued, “You said that the first time you realized your supernatural abilities could move sculptures was because your sculpture injured your unethical master for your sake. The cult members infiltrated your studio directly. Regardless of their motives, if you fell into their hands, you would certainly suffer a terrible fate. Your sculpture directly killed the first cult member who infiltrated and stuffed him into its own body, without even intending for you to discover it…”

"But...we were on the way just now?" Chasilu was still somewhat incredulous.

Mo Mang patiently continued to explain: "The first time was because you came into contact with the toast, and for you, that piece of toast was indeed too dangerous. And later, when the Black Cult appeared, it was that sculpture that appeared and attacked them. Although it affected Mr. Zheng Fan, just like with the toast, your sculpture... or rather your subconscious, or your inspiration, realized that the toast and Mr. Zheng Fan were dangerous things and became afraid. And as an extension of your inspiration, the sculpture acted without any sense of restraint."

This realization made Chassilu gradually understand what his sculptures truly were.

Super inspiration is indeed a dangerous thing. It can easily torment its owner, gradually driving the creator and even those around them insane, and even causing a whole host of troubles if it gets out of control.

But at least, the sculptures in Chassilu are not like that.

Even though Chassilu received inspiration seemingly from the dark world and combined it with his usual style to sculpt sculptures that were increasingly abstract and terrifying, it seems that the biggest impact was only that the sculptures became slightly more brutal and radical.

Even with such radicalism, judging from the way the sculptures act, they do not want to expose themselves, especially not to their creator, Chassilu.

After Mo Mang finished speaking, Emily couldn't help but mutter, "This is just too enviable..."

She quickly covered her mouth, realizing that she had spoken a little too loudly, and her jealousy was starting to show again.

Chasilu grinned: "No need for that, Emily, you and Zhang Ren are right."

Emily looked on in confusion, unsure if Chasilu had become somewhat neurotic from the scene. She could barely bear watching these things unfold; if this were to happen to her, she would probably suffer the same fate as the man who loved dragons but feared them in return.

"My talent is indeed remarkable!" Chaxilu felt as if he had suddenly understood.

The inspiration that had been stagnant and distorted by unease and anxiety after the earthquake suddenly became clear.

He quickly picked up his carving tools from the ground and confidently aimed them at the half-finished relief in front of him: "I can finish it now!"

After saying that, he stepped forward. He didn't need many tools; even a small file was incredibly useful in Chaxilu's hands.

The cult members poured into the building from all the entrances, glancing at Chasilu as he began his work, but all knowingly avoiding him.

In fact, if Chashilu could actually complete the relief on the spot, it would be a good thing for the Black Cult.

If it weren't for those sculptures, we wouldn't have been able to sneak into this house before. Even if we managed to get in a few times, it would be like entering a haunted house in a horror movie, with no sound at all. All we could hear were eerie sounds of "clanging" and heavy objects dragging on the floor.

Now that they see that Chasilu has started looking for an agency, and it happens to be a very knowledgeable one, they realize they can't delay any longer, so they have no choice but to gather their forces and forcibly seize it.

However, in the process of forcibly seizing the sculpture, one must not damage it, for that would be a tremendous desecration.

And Chassilus, who could complete the relief, was at least a bridge for conveying divine messages until he finished his work, and should not be easily affected.

That wasn't Chasilu's original intention, but his timely realization and choice protected himself and relieved Toast of the pressure of protecting one less person.

The only thing that can truly protect people is toast.

While those sculptures were indeed combat-ready, they all seemed to come from a violent world, a bit too overpowered, only concerned with the thrill of battle. If Chasilu hadn't been in danger, they would never have prioritized "protection" above all else.

Now that Chaxilu is safe, their actions have become somewhat more unrestrained.

As they smashed and hammered wildly, Emily covered her head and screamed in fear, "Mr. Cresshi is really going to explode!"

Mo Mang was indeed worried for Mr. Clement, the kind-hearted landlord who sponsored others and was also very virtuous.

Fortunately, at present, this is something that can be addressed with some interior decoration; let's just hope Mr. Zheng Fan doesn't...

Boom!

With a deafening roar, the shockwave caused the entire house to sway precariously, or rather, it nearly crumbled to pieces. However, a layer of dark gold, zigzagging patterns protected the house, preventing it from being blown apart by Zheng Fan's uncontrolled outburst.

“Rude! Didn’t you also want to see what this message conveyed? Why are you so unrestrained?” The black man looked at Zheng Fan with a slightly serious expression.

Yes, Zheng Fan almost destroyed the house, but the mysterious black man from the cult protected it.

The contrast and story behind this are truly touching.

“Actually, I’ve never been much of a sharer. Either I watch it, or nobody watches it.” Zheng Fan tilted his head and began to move Cheng Fei’s body.

The great Cheng Fei faces another challenge.

The other party was a representative who seemed to be no ordinary person. Although he was only possessed by a physical body and his abilities were limited, based on Zheng Fan's experience, he was no worse than the great god Cheng Fei.

Compared to Li Busi, who could basically overwhelm others with his rank after activating the Dead Treasure, this mysterious black man was the first real test for Cheng Fei after activating the Dead Treasure.

“I see…” The black man was silent for a moment, then clenched his fists, and the golden patterns on his body and his dark golden eyes began to glow, especially the patterns on his body, which seemed to be flowing.

"Then there's nothing more to say."

As soon as he finished speaking, he made a sudden move.

Cheng Fei's body was engulfed in a dark gray aura of death. He showed no mercy to his representative and directly drew upon the powerful death energy, which then surged out in a thick fog centered on Cheng Fei.

The Black man plunged headlong into the smoke, the patterns on his body flashing at a high frequency, resisting the "instant death" effect from the death aura.

Zheng Fan used his death energy to forge a huge scythe with both hands, his lower body steady as he twisted his upper body to exert force, and swept the scythe forward.

Keng!
A violent collision sound was accompanied by a high-intensity impact, and the two exploded the moment they came into contact.

It diligently and relentlessly performs its task of shredding information, but the other party's information is equally vast, and the nature of this information...

"Hmph, so it's a tortoise shell," Zheng Fan laughed.

The death energy cannot even spread to the other party; it can only perform the most inefficient and basic functions.

"You're 'skinny'."

(End of this chapter)