The apocalyptic livestream attracted a lot of haters, alarming the government.

The person in the bathroom was curled up on the floor, their hands tightly covering their genitals, and the bright red blood quickly soaked into the smooth ceramic tile floor.

He struggled to shout, but the unimaginable pain rendered him unable to utter a sound.

The companions, who were fast asleep in the room, were not awakened by the commotion; they were already deep in sleep.

Lan Ling lay quietly on the ventilation duct, not making any rash moves. It seemed that things had changed, and she needed to observe the situation carefully. She probably couldn't act rashly now.

After whimpering and screaming for a while, Wu Long on the ground silently stopped.

Has he fainted?

Lan Ling frowned, but soon she realized something was wrong.

Wu Long didn't faint; rather, his consciousness seemed to become muddled, rendering him unable to make a sound, and his entire body began to twitch and tremble strangely.

Like those who have had a stroke, he rolled his eyes and convulsed uncontrollably, then, like a fish out of water on the shore, he began to writhe and thrash.

Suddenly, Lan Ling saw the abdomen of the person on the ground—no, to be precise, the blood-stained genitals that had been attacked by the screams—begin to swell abnormally.

Like an inflating balloon, the blood-red tumor keeps expanding; like rapidly growing grapes, they keep piling up and popping out, then inflating and swelling.

The swollen, blood-red tumors piled up into layers of flesh, and then strange red tubular tentacles pierced out from those tumors, growing rapidly.

Wu Long's clothes were torn apart rapidly, and the swelling in his abdomen spread to his chest, where the flesh was then torn apart by the swelling, tearing all the way from his lower abdomen to below his neck.

It rolled out dense, sharp teeth, forming a huge, gaping maw, pulsating with several thick, long, octopus-like, bizarre tentacles.

A strong, eerie, and foul odor, accompanied by a powerful visual impact, permeated the air.

Ugh! Lan Ling quickly covered her mouth and nose, suppressing the urge to feel nauseous.

Her eyes widened, and she unconsciously suppressed all her aura, shrinking her neck and trying her best to hide herself in the darkness, praying that the monster below would not discover her presence.

Is this mutation?

Seeing it in person for the first time is definitely something that can't be compared to watching it on a screen.

The combined impact of sight, smell, hearing, and perception—all the senses combined—is so powerful that it sends chills down your spine and makes you tremble all over.

Lan Ling frowned, secretly relieved that her plan hadn't been brought forward, otherwise she didn't know what she would have encountered.

But clearly, the current situation has completely exceeded her expectations.

Fortunately, Wu Long below did not seem to notice her.

No, if that can still be considered Wu Long.

His swollen body looked as if it had been enlarged several times by a bulging tumor, resembling a super-obese person weighing several hundred pounds.

The gash on its stomach opened and closed as if breathing, but from within it emerged an eyeball, a huge eyeball.

The lower body area features tentacles and slits resembling those of an octopus or squid.

Wu Long's head, like a shriveled watermelon, hung limply atop his obese body.

Its mouth opened and closed, making faint sounds, as if it were calling for help.

"Help...me...it hurts so much..."

The obese body swayed, its bloated fleshy growths swaying as it walked towards the door.

But the enormous body seemed unable to pass through the doorway. Blood-red tentacles reached out and turned the door open. The tentacles clung to the door frame and pulled the enormous body out little by little.

Using those thick tentacles, Wu Long's deformed and bloated body nimbly crawled across the ground toward the room next to him.

The deformed figure disappeared from sight, and Lan Ling, filled with curiosity, moved her body toward the ventilation vent of the previous room.

Sure enough, the huge, deformed figure had already squeezed into the room. However, the guy lying on the bed and the guy on the ground were completely unaware of the strange presence that had entered the room.

The mutated Wu Long had moved to the bedside. Lan Ling glanced at the guy on the bed with sympathy and watched silently.

He thought to himself, "Maybe I won't have to do anything tonight."

Perhaps because they had become accustomed to the stability of this underground base, these guys were not very vigilant when they slept and were completely unaware of the strange things happening in the room.

Lan Ling silently lit a candle for these guys in her heart.

The wet tentacles had already touched the foot that was sticking out of the blanket. The creature on the bed pulled the foot back uncomfortably, turned over, and still didn't wake up.

Wu Long had already approached the bedside. The blanket had slipped to one side due to the movement of the blanket, exposing most of the person's body on the bed.

Thick, blood-red tentacles wrapped around it without any resistance, then dragged it toward the gaping maw.

The sticky, damp sensation finally jolted the person in bed awake from their deep sleep.

"What are you doing?"

He rubbed his eyes impatiently, trying to turn over, but felt something was wrong with the sensation on his leg. When he opened his eyes, he could only see a huge black shadow in the dim light.

Before he could react, intense pain shot through his leg, accompanied by the cracking sound of bones being chewed and crushed, and the man on the bed let out a shrill scream uncontrollably.

The scream finally woke the man who was sleeping on the floor next to the bed. He grabbed the flashlight from the bedside table and turned it on.

The stark white light illuminated the dark room, revealing the bloated, enormous body. The man panicked and retreated towards the corner, frantically groping around on the bedside table.

Because weapons are not allowed in the underground base's quarantine zone, their weapons were stored in lockers at the entrance, and they currently have no lethal weapons on hand.

Just as the man frantically searched for a weapon to defend himself, a tentacle pierced towards him.

He reacted quickly, leaping onto the bed in a panic, attempting to roll over.

However, the entrance was already blocked by Wu Long's bloated and huge body, and at this moment, a pair of hands suddenly bound one of his legs.

The person on the bed had already been half-eaten by Wu Long. His mutilated upper body still had a trace of life left, while his lower body had been crushed by the huge mouth on Wu Long's stomach.

His hands gripped his companion's feet tightly, as if grasping at a last straw, his bloodshot eyes making a final struggle and pleading:

"Help me, help me, help me..."

"Damn it, let go of me!"

The man standing at the head of the bed frantically lifted his free leg.

He kicked his companion on the bed in the head...