The clarity of the internal organs that could be observed inside its body was also excellent; looking closely, one could even see the outline and beating of its heart.
However, there was one very obvious feature on this “frog” that distinguished it from a normal glass frog—that was the literal meaning of seven mouths and eight tongues.
Seven mouths and eight tongues, with one of the mouths containing two tongues.
Its body was about the size of an infant. The head of a passerby was quickly swallowed into its belly. Along with the peristalsis of its intestines, even the skull was digested completely, and remnants of brain matter could still be seen within its mouth.
**[Gongjishi · 703 Anomaly · Xiaowa · ䷜; Specific Hazard Level: Village; Specific Controllable Risk: 1]**
The Red Crow Rabbit reported the information of the Anomaly before them like an emotionless AI.
The Xiaowa in front of He Denghong and his companion noticed them immediately. However, it did not care about the seemingly ordinary He Denghong. Instead, its two eyeballs rolled and stared straight at the clone created by the Red Crow Rabbit.
He Denghong felt a threat to his life through the synchronized perception of the clone. He hurried to run away from the spot before the Xiaowa could act, attempting to avoid its next attack, but he was injured in the end—
The Xiaowa’s transparent, viscous, and colorless mucus-like tongue struck with extreme speed. Carrying an extraordinary killing intent, it sliced off half of the clone’s palm like a sharp sword.
Pain.
The intense agony of having half a palm sliced off synchronized with He Denghong’s consciousness, causing him to shudder all over. His original body involuntarily began to break out in a cold sweat.
Blood sprayed uncontrollably from the clone’s mangled right hand. Under the dim light, a red stain began to “paint” itself across the ground, adding a splash of vivid color to the originally dull-toned floor.
The fresh blood spreading everywhere reflected He Denghong’s distorted expression of extreme pain like a mirror.
But just as the Xiaowa was lazily preparing to fire another tongue, intending to toy with the prey before it casually and easily, He Denghong suddenly felt his perception extend countless times.
“Zhi gu gu, zhi gu gu gu gu gu gu gu gu!” The Red Crow Rabbit’s laughter rang out in He Denghong’s brain with malicious joy, as if it were mockingly watching a comedy centered around a tragedy.
“Fortunately, the Xiaowa’s intelligence isn’t low. It knows how to arrogantly torture its prey for fun after it has eaten its fill. Otherwise, what was just cut off wouldn’t have been half a palm, but your entire head, ripped off by its brute strength!”
The Red Crow Rabbit moved one small step forward on He Denghong’s head, lowering its own to look into He Denghong’s eyes with its button eyes.
“Are you in despair? Are you afraid? This is an Anomaly. They come from many small universes in the Consciousness World where the rules and laws are completely different, and they are far too dangerous for material bodies in your Material World.”
“As long as you don’t want to die, you have to listen to me and do as I say. Now, concentrate and call upon the Elements provided to you by the Hairui. Combine them into Sentimental Material and construct your magic wand!”
“Fine… what do you want me to do?”
He Denghong no longer had the mental energy to care about the absurdity of the scene before him. Survival instincts and pain urged him to pry the information he needed from the Red Crow Rabbit.
“Concentrate. Use your mind to touch the thing in your consciousness that shouldn’t exist, and then recite the Pseudoparley to construct the magic wand that belongs only to you. Now, follow me…”
“YI E…”
As soon as the Red Crow Rabbit began the first syllable, He Denghong couldn’t help but feel bewildered. ‘Is this a sound a human can make?’
Although the Red Crow Rabbit obviously wasn’t human to begin with, the fact that He Denghong now had to follow its lead undoubtedly created a significant psychological burden.
Because this so-called Pseudoparley clearly did not seem like something a human vocal cord could recite.
Though it sounded like a disorganized mess of tones when spoken, it allowed one to feel a sense of rhythmic order within the chaos.
“Don’t worry. Although you can’t pronounce the Pseudoparley with a human vocal cord or recite it silently with a human consciousness, you can achieve it through your clone. And even if you only recite it in your mind, it will still take effect.”
The Red Crow Rabbit actively encouraged He Denghong, wanting to let the first Eshu born on this planet grow up as quickly as possible.
He Denghong’s consciousness was almost on the verge of scattering under the intense pain and the non-carbon-based tone of the Red Crow Rabbit’s Pseudoparley, but his survival instinct held his thoughts in a death grip.
He ground his teeth, trying to ignore the tearing pain.
He concentrated all his spirit toward the depths of his consciousness—there, something indescribable and “foreign” truly seemed to have appeared. It was an object that was both cold and scorching, constantly shifting its form: a magic wand.
He tried to use the clone’s throat to mimic the Red Crow Rabbit’s pronunciation, squeezing broken and distorted syllables from her throat.
The sound did not resemble human speech at all. The way the vocal cords vibrated was eerie and mysterious; every phoneme seemed to have sharp edges, scraping against the girl’s trachea and mouth.
At the same time, he and she desperately used their will to “touch” the foreign object existing in their perception:
“YI E SHU ZHI MING, BO LI XIN SHENG ZA XIANG, LING PANG HUANG NING GU YU HAI RUI.”
As if responding to his call, the Hairui within him trembled violently. An indescribable torrent of power surged forth, instantly flowing through every part of both his original body and his clone.
“Recite the next part of the Pseudoparley! Quick!” the Red Crow Rabbit shrieked.
Another segment of even more tongue-twisting and densely packed Pseudoparley was recited by it.
He Denghong didn’t have the luxury of trying to understand what language this was; he simply used the clone to desperately mimic the pronunciation, pouring his entire will into it:
“ZAI CI XUAN GAO, WEI WO JIA YAN KE QU ZHU ZHEN SHI, CI JI DU CAI.”
The Elements provided by the Hairui suddenly solidified and took shape, combining into Sentimental Material, which then constructed a magic wand that manifested before the clone.
This so-called magic wand looked like a pitch-black scepter on the surface, covered in complex red patterns that looked like countless small seal script characters pieced together.
At that moment, the name of this magic wand surged into He Denghong’s consciousness—’Autocracy’.
It could control any sentient entity, but the specific effect was closely related to the target of its use.
He Denghong also instantly understood a trait of his clone through the Pseudoparley—a trait that allowed him to control the flesh and blood of his clone at will.
At that same moment, the Red Crow Rabbit finally couldn’t maintain the dialogue that extended He Denghong’s perception. Its body suddenly went limp, collapsing onto He Denghong’s head and nearly falling off.
Facing another tongue shot by the Xiaowa, He Denghong and the clone performed the same movement simultaneously. The clone grabbed the strange scepter that had appeared before her with her left hand and swung it toward the Xiaowa.
In an instant, the Xiaowa’s consciousness was slightly affected by the clone’s clumsy application of power. The tongue it had shot out suddenly deviated from its original trajectory, firing away from the clone and piercing through a camera on the wall.
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