NOVPUBRustle, rustle—
A woman in a black dress ran ahead.
A man in white clothes chased after her.
Mu Qingtong helplessly stopped, turning back, "Why are you following me?"
"Just because I’m following you, does this road belong to your family?" Xia Feng said, carrying a stranger’s blade and tilting his chin up.
"Chen Hangdao suggested we scatter."
"It seems you don’t want me to follow you?"
"Chen Hangdao said, scatter!"
Seeing Mu Qingtong’s attitude of pushing him away, Xia Feng narrowed his dark pupils and suspected, "You, are you planning to assassinate Gongsun Ze?"
Mu Qingtong gave a slight smile, "You’re not too stupid."
Saying that, she turned and walked away.
"Damn it! So it’s true..." Xia Feng was really impressed, this woman took her revenge seriously, without any delay.
He hurried to catch up, "Wait, wait for me!"
"What now?" Mu Qingtong gave Xia Feng a sidelong glance, "Do you want to stop me again?"
"That’s not it, Gongsun Ze deserves to die," Xia Feng said helplessly, "But before you take your revenge, there’s someone else who needs to be killed."
"Someone else?" Mu Qingtong puzzled.
"I have reliable information that an organization is capturing noble ladies from Zone 51, and you’re one of them."
Xia Feng briefly explained the plan for the 17th.
"Are you saying there’s an organization named ’Garden’ arbitrarily capturing noble ladies?"
"I don’t know if the organization is called ’Garden’, but the guy codenamed Octopus definitely said it was an order from the ’big shots of the Garden.’"
After hearing Xia Feng’s explanation, Mu Qingtong slightly lowered her eyelids and fell silent.
Xia Feng sharply noticed her peculiarity and raised an eyebrow in doubt, "It seems... you know what the ’Garden’ is?"
"Let’s go," Mu Qingtong immediately stepped forward with a cold voice, "To kill the Octopus."
"Hey! Wrong way, it’s this side."
*
"Sixty! Sixty!"
In the dark forest, a person in a black robe walked leisurely, excitedly muttering the repeating number, "Sixty... sixty..."
"Hope that fool, Number 11, really keeps his promise to come." He anticipated in his heart.
After getting rid of the naive Number 11, then finding Mu Qingtong, would be perfect.
"The big shots only said to capture Mu Qingtong alive; they didn’t say I couldn’t do anything to Mu Qingtong," the robed figure smirked.
"Tonight is destined to be a splendid evening." The robed figure suppressed his excitement and quickened his pace again.
Soon, he arrived at his destination.
Pushing through the jungle, a figure in a black robe wearing an 11 mask came into his sight.
11 was casually sitting on a boulder, idly playing with a twig.
"It’s really... pretty dumb, huh~" 17 nearly laughed out loud. He’d prepared himself for the possibility that 11 was playing him, but he didn’t expect that 11’s head really wasn’t working right.
He approached slowly, smiling, "Long live Burning Heaven."
"?" Xia Feng was momentarily stunned, but quickly realized and exclaimed, "Long live Burning Heaven!"
The phrase "Long live Burning Heaven" was a ritual greeting used among the Burning Heaven Temple’s believers upon their first meeting; this strange ritual had even been written into textbooks. Xia Feng had learned this knowledge long ago and never thought there would be a day he could use it.
So were both 17 and the original 11 from the Burning Heaven Temple?
Xia Feng quickly thought of this; of the 37 people in the Life Roulette game, two were from Burning Heaven. Could it be that this organization had a way to actively participate in the game?
The dark sky had no moon, but not far from the two men, there was a glowing Firefly Tree. The light it cast elongated their shadows.
Xia Feng watched 17’s feet. Just a bit more, and 17’s shadow would overlap with a twig’s shadow, and that twig’s shadow overlapped with Xia Feng’s.
Xia Feng estimated that 17’s strength was Second Order. It wouldn’t be difficult to deal with, but he didn’t want to cause a big commotion; the area was small, and any minor noise could attract other people’s attention.
So if he could kill him instantly, it would be ideal.
But although 17 was approaching him, he remained very vigilant. From a distance, he chuckled lightly,
"Owl, now that we’ve met, do you know which direction Superstar Mu went? I noticed just now she seemed to head in our direction too."
Seeing that 17 had stopped, Xia Feng looked up and smiled, lifting a woman in a black dress from behind the boulder, "No need to look further, I’ve already captured this woman."
As he spoke, Xia Feng patted Mu Qingtong’s bouncy cheek, teasing, "And I must say, this little beauty is quite a looker~"
Mu Qingtong, unconscious in Xia Feng’s arms, trembled her long eyelashes slightly, her rosy lips breathing evenly, seemingly unresponsive to Xia Feng’s insult. 𝖓𝔬𝔳𝔭𝔲𝔟.𝖈𝖔𝔪
"Try moving again." A cold female voice echoed in Xia Feng’s mind.
Xia Feng raised his eyebrows, and with a big hand gripped her delicate chin, looking left and shaking right, "Tsk, tsk~ look at this pretty little head, could chop it off and use it as a chamber pot."
17, shocked at the stunning woman in Xia Feng’s arms, had his pupils under the mask slowly dilating, his bewildered expression instantly turning into an excited grin.
"Good, Owl, well done!"
He was ecstatic, suddenly rushing towards the completely unguarded Xia Feng, his smile gradually turning mocking and ferocious, "But, this pretty little thing belongs to me tonight!"
Thump—
His ferocious words had just been uttered when his body, shooting towards Xia Feng, suddenly crashed to the ground.
After rolling awkwardly several times, he unbelievably looked up at Xia Feng. Beneath the cracked mask, his sclera unknowingly stained pitch-black, his pupils reformed into a cross ☩ and golden symbols. As the symbol was about to disintegrate, he suddenly clutched his head and screamed in horrific panic, his expression fierce as if a beast was screaming tragically.
"No!!!"
Spiritual Artifact + Blood Beast’s Shadow from Mu Qingtong – this move Xia Feng particularly favored using was not only convenient but also efficient.
It was with this move that he had instantly killed Liszt’s son, Li Siwen.
But now, this 17 was a Second Order Spirit Master, and seemed to have some enhanced ability. His spiritual power was exceptionally high, hence Mu Qingtong’s Spiritual Artifact could not control him for long, only able to forcefully take control for at most one second.
Yet even such a short duration was immensely useful for Xia Feng.
When using Blood Beast’s Shadow, it required both Xia Feng’s and the enemy’s shadows to be static, and the enemy’s spiritual power couldn’t be too high, or they could easily resist the erosion of Blood Beast’s Shadow.
Now, all of 17’s spiritual power was consumed in resisting Mu Qingtong’s mental manipulation, leaving him oblivious to the invasion of the Blood Beast into his soul.
As 17 realized and divided his spiritual power to resist the Blood Beast, he was again strongly controlled by Mu Qingtong, his spirit dissipated, allowing the Blood Beast to continue its invasion, repeating several times...
Amidst the tragic screams of desperation, blood lines frighteningly trickled from the corners of 17’s eyes. His gaze, filled with shock and fear, was drawn to the man and the woman slowly standing up in the distance. With a parched mouth and stiffly lifted head, he tried to plead, but no sound came out, driving him further into despair.
Thus, amid fear and confusion, he saw the man slowly approaching him, looking down faintly, "17, your Life Points, I’ll take them."
