Chapter 221: Mutation
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Nightmare Assault Chapter 221: Mutation

Layers of human shadow rushed to the stone plate. The leading man pierced the mysterious woman through her chest. Blood sprayed like wine. It dyed her dress red. Some blood also landed on the invaders’ lips.

The woman didn’t resist. She watched as the invaders cut her with their weapons. Then, they pounced at her like hungry wolves as they munched on her body. Those who didn’t get the chance could only surround the outer circle. They licked the blood that flowed out and grinned with satisfaction.

Everything happened under the bloody mist. The scene looked like an oil painting. Under the night, it radiated a feeling of sadness and isolation.

Chen Ran enjoyed the influence the carving applied to their subconscious. He didn’t think the invaders did anything wrong. The only thing that he felt was not enough was the lack of good background music. Such a religious and satanic image was not paired with great music. It was… such a waste.

It was like you were on a holiday at the beach. The azure sea lapped before your feet. The waiter walked over silently. Everything was so peaceful. However, the next second, the professional waiter raised the tray of the best caviar in the world and smashed it into your face.

That was how Chen Ran understood the painting.

This was clearly not something Jiang Cheng, who was still struggling to put food on the table, could understand.

The woman was flooded by the heavy waves of human shadow. Throughout this process, she didn’t struggle or make any noise. Jiang Cheng forced himself to look away from the woman. His eyes moved along the edges of the stone plate. He was not a hunter. This was his survival instinct. This painting brought him great discomfort. He could sense a feeling of dissonance underneath the sense of discomfort. For Jiang Cheng, the discomfort was the impact brought by the image. After all, cannibalism was no longer an accepted action in the modern society.

However, the dissonance meant that there was something wrong with the picture. Then, his pupils narrowed. He fou

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