Chapter 195: Doubt. Eating. Belief. _3

His head was four or five times the size of a normal person's, and this delicate neck could barely support it.

The giant infant at this moment was continuously using the flesh pulp around him to build a castle. His eyebrows frowning, seemingly contemplating the structure of the castle. The castle, built from a large amount of flesh pulp, emitted a terrifying stench that pierced Yu Liang's nostrils from afar, forcing him to hold his breath.

The surrounding evacuating residents seemed also held spellbound by this bizarre scene, unable to move for a moment.

Suddenly, the giant infant seemed unable to hold on any longer, falling backward, and his body crashing heavily to the ground.

"Crash—" The giant head hit the ground, emitting a crisp sound like a clay pot filled with vomit had been shattered. The back of the giant infant's head cracked open, and a mixture of red and white flowed out onto the ground.