While this place boasts its share of so-called superhumans, no one had ever witnessed a display of power this profound.

Moreover, the act of shedding skin would naturally require first removing clothes, making this performance supposedly restricted viewing.

So, after a round of enthusiastic cheering, everyone fixed their gaze upon the circular stage before them.

I saw the young woman Little Pony had transformed into standing motionless on the stage, still wearing that expression as if drugged.

"Hey!

What's wrong with this woman?" Seeing Little Pony remain still, Pipi felt awkward about the situation and asked Jiao Jiao beside him.

"I don't know.

She actively performed the shedding for us before, but on the way here, she's seemed increasingly off.

Does this woman have some kind of illness?" Jiao Jiao replied.

Their conversation was very quiet, but because they were standing relatively close to the stage, we could hear it clearly.

After a few more seconds, Pipi simply couldn't wait any longer.

He poked Little Pony in front of him and said, "Hey!

What are you doing?

Don't tell me you don't want the agreed-upon payment anymore?

Hey!" With that poke, the wooden expression on Little Pony's face seemed to flicker with a slight reaction.

Her eyes darted momentarily, and then she spoke, "Oh...

sorry, I zoned out for a moment." Pipi let out a sigh of relief and said, "You finally reacted.

What's going on?

Did you take something that made your mind unstable?" Little Pony frowned and retorted, "Watch your mouth.

You're the one who's messed up.

I'm just a little sleepy." Pipi, having been snapped at, dared not throw a fit there, his face turning ashen as he shut his mouth.

Then, the expression on Little Pony's face shifted to one of excitement.

Looking out at the crowd below, she declared, "So many people...

they look delicious..." Seeing her greedy eyes and strange tone, the eyelid of my right eye suddenly twitched, signaling that something bad was about to happen.

Little Pony transforming into a woman, shedding her human-form snakeskin, and the extra-dimensional entities clinging to that shed skin—all this suggested something extraordinary; perhaps this was no accident.

Perhaps Little Pony had already forged some kind of connection with those creatures from the extra-dimensional space.

"Did she say...

she wants to eat us?" The crowd below began to buzz with discussion.

At this point, the guy with the patch over his eyelid burst into laughter and declared, "How amusing.

She looks like nothing more than a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl.

You all actually believe she intends to eat us?

What a colossal joke." Hearing him, a few men nearby offered forced chuckles, acknowledging the absurdity of the idea.

"So...

who should I start with?" Little Pony gazed at the faces in the crowd, pausing slightly when her eyes landed on me.

I thought she recognized me and was instantly flustered, unsure what to do, but her gaze lingered for only a second before moving on.

It seemed she genuinely didn't recognize me.

Back at the shed, I had made such a bizarre and profound impression on her; she should never have forgotten me.

I had a deep feeling that the person on stage wasn't Little Pony.

If not her, then who could it be?

Even as I pondered this, a malicious smile spread across her face, and she announced, "Didn't you all want to see a show?

The performance begins now." With that, she began undoing the buttons of her outer garment, then slipped the jacket off.

Underneath, she wore a blouse and a short skirt.

Her figure was exceptionally well-formed—curves where they should be, contours where they should rise—combined with a beautiful face, enough to make one's blood surge.

Yet, at that very moment, a sinister smile played on her lips.

After removing the jacket, she moved on to the buttons of her blouse, one by one...

With every button undone, the audience struggled to swallow.

This intense silence, broken only by the sound of gulping saliva, felt utterly bizarre.

When she had completely unbuttoned her shirt, I felt a nosebleed was imminent.

Indeed, she wore no bra underneath.

As the blouse fell open, her proud bosom was revealed, that flash of crimson making everyone's mouth dry.

I suddenly felt a burning heat on my face, thinking, what kind of venue is this?

A young girl openly stripping?

This place is simply, utterly insane!

Yet, everyone else seemed to think differently, erupting in loud cheers and applause, shouting, "Continue!

Continue!" I could hardly bear to watch, but my eyes refused to look away.

At that moment, Little Pony on stage declared, "Having seen my body comes with a price.

As payment, I shall eat all of your eyes!" She snapped her fingers, and suddenly, all the lights in the venue went out, plunging everything into instant darkness.

I heard women scream, followed by immediate chaos.

But after a few seconds, everyone quickly illuminated their phones, and the area lit up again.

"Seems like it was just a performance...

The boss certainly went to a lot of trouble today," many murmured in relief.

Then someone else called out, "Look!

What is that on the stage..." Everyone's attention snapped back to the stage.

There was only a pile of clothes, and on top of the garments lay a girl's facial skin, a distorted expression frozen in a sinister grin.

Because the phone lights were all white, the illumination made the empty eye sockets of the facial skin appear especially terrifying.

"She's shed her skin already?

Where did the person go?

What a pity, I hadn