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Chapter 120 Amon's New Friends
Chapter 120 Amon's New Friends
Inside the Cornwall Avenue subway station in Backlund.
Suddenly, screams erupted from the platform.
A middle-aged man with messy hair suddenly complained that he was hot and started taking off his shirt.
At first, everyone thought he was mentally ill and kept their distance from him.
But this middle-aged man wasn't satisfied with just taking off his clothes; he actually pulled out a scalpel, saying he would only feel cooler if he peeled off his own skin.
He began peeling his own skin, starting from his forehead, cutting down to the bridge of his nose, and then to his philtrum, at a steady pace.
Then he raised the knife and, starting from his forehead, began to cut towards his temple on one side.
People who witnessed this scene screamed in terror and looked back to avoid it, but because there were so many people, some saw this astonishing scene while others did not even notice it.
So the people in the inner circle desperately tried to squeeze outwards, while the people in the outer circle just noticed that someone was peeling their skin off.
The "middle-aged man" who was peeling his own skin was not fast, but he seemed very skilled. He cut off the skin off his head with a few strokes.
Those around saw a chubby head, which turned to look at them, then grinned, revealing only fleshy lips and teeth, a terrifying smile.
Several women fainted on the spot, and a few others squatted down and began to vomit.
Some of the people on the periphery also saw what was going on. Some of them fled in panic, while others stood there dumbfounded.
But those who tried to run out didn't get very far, because there was a huge flow of people, and they were all stuck at the entrance of the subway station. People outside wanted to get in, and people inside wanted to get out.
"Hahaha~"
Raphael, who was manipulating the zombie to skin himself, heard laughter. He turned his head and saw that it was the postman he had met outside the subway station laughing.
The man wearing a monocle was watching everything on the platform with great interest, as if he were enjoying a wonderful drama.
Raphael glanced again at the zombies on the platform, but his eyes were fixed on the postman out of the corner of his eye.
The zombie, whose head had already been skinned, opened its mouth slightly, and Raphael ventriloquist uttered, "It's still cooler without the skin!"
It raised its scalpel and asked the people around it, "Would you like to give it a try?"
Several people nearby fainted.
The zombie shook its head: "If you're not going to try, then forget it."
Raphael had it start by cutting off the head primarily because these newly transformed creatures couldn't make expressions, which would make the performance look fake. Without the skin, there was no need for expressions.
Then the zombie used a scalpel to cut down from the throat, then to the chest, then to the lower abdomen, and then from the waist backwards. Then, like taking off a vest, it cut off the flesh from the chest and back.
More and more people ran out crying and screaming, but because they were all blocking the doorway, many of them were unable to get out and were forced to watch the rest of the performance.
He had cleared a considerable amount of space on the platform for the zombie, and began to cut the skin off his two arms.
Chirp~
The subway arrived at the station, the doors opened, and a new batch of audience members arrived.
Many people were getting off the bus, chatting and laughing, with newspapers in hand, when they suddenly saw someone peeling their own skin.
Screams erupted again as people tried to push back and get off the train, creating chaos on the platform.
After cutting away the skin from its arm, the zombie seemed finally relieved, opening its mouth and saying, "How refreshing!"
Then it stretched and yawned: "I get sleepy as soon as it gets cool."
As he was talking, he actually lay down and fell asleep.
But the screams and the panic continued. Finally, overwhelming fear caused the people inside to scramble out, fleeing the dreamlike station as quickly as possible.
Clap clap clap! The postman Amon, wearing a monocle, clapped at Raphael: "Your prank is very creative."
Raphael looked the other person over again, then smiled and said, "It's alright, it's alright."
Since this guy spoke with such certainty, it meant he was sure that the one he had just skinned was a living corpse or puppet controlled by Raphael.
Moreover, the fact that the other party dared to come over for a casual chat shows that he is not afraid of Raphael.
Although Raphael didn't use the white jade sphere to probe the other party's level, he sensed that the other party's level was probably not low. So after thinking about it for a moment, he prepared to have a chat with the other party.
In his view, some high-level extraordinary beings in the extraordinary realm also have social needs, and as long as they have a good chat, there is not much danger.
"Postman Amon" watched the people running frantically outside: "What a pity, they don't understand the meaning of pranks."
"Just like few people understand the meaning of life," Raphael continued, "if they all understood, then pranks would lose their meaning."
"Postman Amon" glanced at Raphael again, a hint of joy in his eyes.
He turned to look at the platform: "Actually, its performance could be even more spectacular."
"I do have some ideas," Raphael said, taking a deep breath. "We could definitely add some interaction, like draping our own skin over a trembling lady to keep her warm."
Postman Amon clapped his hands: "Brilliant!"
Raphael shook his head: "Unfortunately, my abilities are insufficient to make the zombies perform very subtle movements."
"That would greatly reduce the effectiveness."
He paused for a moment and then said, "I'd rather this prank be less exciting than present an imperfect result."
"Postman Amon" remarked, "You're taking this seriously."
"Of course we have to take it seriously."
At this moment, "Postman Amon" made a gesture of invitation, and the two walked out together. "Postman Amon" said, "You should know that many people don't understand the fun of pranks and are also disgusted by people who play pranks."
"That's because their lives are too barren," Raphael said earnestly. "An interesting life is one where you can take a joke."
"Postman Amon" glanced at Raphael again and chuckled, "I haven't met someone as magnanimous as you in a long time. How about I live for you for a few days? I'd love to see your living environment and the people around you."
Raphael sensed the danger, but he remained calm and smiled, saying, "Backlund has a population of 500 million, and there are many people more magnanimous than I am."
He knew that if the other party truly intended to replace him, they wouldn't have consulted him beforehand. Panicking at this point would give the other party an opportunity to exploit him, and then he would be finished.
The other party said they would live for him for a few days, but how many days exactly? And what was his state of mind during those days after the other party replaced Raphael?
Nobody can say for sure.
However, Raphael did not doubt the other party's ability; if the other party said he could replace him, then he should be able to.
"Postman Amon" exclaimed again, "It's been a long time since I've met someone as interesting as you."
His spirituality realized that stealing the fate of the person in front of him would get him into trouble.