Chapter 100: Your Life Points, I Take Them
The woman in the black dress ran ahead, and the man in white chased after her.
Mu Qingtong stopped helplessly and turned around. “Why are you following me?”
“What do you mean I’m following you? Did your family open this road?” Xia Feng carried his Mo Dao and raised his chin.
“Chen Xingdao said we should act separately.”
“Are you trying to get rid of me?”
“Chen Xingdao said, act separately!”
Seeing Mu Qingtong’s attitude in trying to send him away, Xia Feng’s black eyes narrowed suspiciously. “You, you’re not planning to assassinate Gongsun Ze, are you?”
Mu Qingtong smiled faintly. “Not bad for a guess.”
With that, she turned and left.
“I’m screwed! She really is!” Xia Feng was truly impressed by this woman. She truly avenged her grudges without delay.
He quickly caught up. “Wait up, wait up!”
“What is it now?” Mu Qingtong glanced at Xia Feng with her beautiful eyes. “Are you trying to stop me again?”
“Not at all, Gongsun Ze deserves to die.” Xia Feng said helplessly. “I just wanted to say, before you get your revenge, there’s someone else who needs to be killed.”
“Someone else?” Mu Qingtong asked in confusion.
“According to reliable information I received, an organization is capturing noble daughters from District 51, and you are one of them.”
Xia Feng briefly explained the plan of Number 17.
“Are you saying an organization called the [Garden] is arbitrarily capturing noble daughters?”
“I don’t know if this organization is called Garden, but the guy codenamed Octopus did say that the order came from the ‘Garden’s big figures’.”
After hearing Xia Feng’s explanation, Mu Qingtong lowered her eyelids, silent for a moment.
Xia Feng keenly noticed her abnormality and raised an eyebrow, his suspicion evident. “You seem to know what the Garden is?”
“Let’s go.” Mu Qingtong immediately stepped forward and said coldly, “Let’s go kill Octopus.”
“Hey! You’re going the wrong way, it’s this way.”
In the pitch-black forest, a Black-robed Person walked slowly, muttering the same repeated number excitedly, “Sixty! Sixty.”
“Tsk~ I hope that idiot number 11 can actually keep his promise and come,” he thought with anticipation.
After dealing with the naive Number 11, he would look for Mu Qingtong. It would be perfect.
“The ‘big figures’ above only said to capture Mu Qingtong alive, they didn’t say what could be done to her,” the Black-robed Person grinned.
“Tonight is destined to be a wonderful night.” The Black-robed Person suppressed his excitement and quickened his pace.
Soon, he arrived at his destination.
Pushing aside the undergrowth, a figure wearing a black robe and mask number 11 came into view.
Number 11 was casually sitting on a large rock, idly fiddling with a branch. “He’s really… so stupid~” Number 17 almost burst out laughing. He had already prepared himself for Number 11 to play a trick on him, but he didn’t expect this guy to be so foolish.
He walked closer and smiled, “Long Live Burning Heaven.”
“?” Xia Feng was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted and said in a deep voice, “Long Live Burning Heaven!”
The greeting “Long Live Burning Heaven” was the ritual greeting among believers of the Burning Heaven Sacred Hall when they first met. This strange ritual had already been written into textbooks, and Xia Feng had learned this knowledge long ago. He never expected to use it one day.
So, both Number 17 and the original Number 11 were people from the Burning Heaven Sacred Hall?
Xia Feng quickly thought, there were 37 people in the Life Roulette game, yet two of them were from Burning Heaven. This organization might have a way to actively participate in the game?
The sky was dark and moonless, but not far from them stood a glowing firefly tree, casting long shadows of the two men.
Xia Feng looked at the shadow of Number 17’s feet. It was still a little bit from overlapping with the shadow of a branch, and that branch’s shadow overlapped with Xia Feng’s shadow.
Xia Feng estimated Number 17’s strength to be that of a Second-stage Spirit Master, and it wouldn’t be difficult to deal with him. However, he didn’t want to cause too much of a commotion, as the area wasn’t large, and any slight disturbance would attract others’ attention.
So, if he could achieve an instant kill, that would be best.
But although Number 17 was walking closer, he remained very vigilant. From a distance from Xia Feng, he chuckled,
“Owl, since we’ve met, do you know which direction Mu Qingtong went? I noticed earlier that she seemed to be coming in our direction too.”
Seeing Number 17 stop, Xia Feng raised his eyes and smiled, lifting a black-dressed woman from behind the large rock. “No need to look, I’ve already caught this woman.”
!
With that, Xia Feng patted Mu Qingtong’s bouncy little face playfully. “I must say, this little beauty is indeed quite good-looking~”
Mu Qingtong, who was unconscious in Xia Feng’s arms, trembled her slender eyelashes, her rosy little mouth breathing evenly, seemingly unfazed by Xia Feng’s humiliation.
“Try to move again and see what happens,” a cold female voice echoed in Xia Feng’s mind.
Xia Feng raised an eyebrow, grabbed her delicate jaw with his large hand, and looked at her from left to right. “Tsk tsk~ Look at this pretty little head, it would be perfect to chop it off and use it as a chamber pot~”
Number 17 stared at the stunning woman in Xia Feng’s arms in astonishment. The pupils under his mask slowly dilated, and his expression of bewilderment instantly turned into an excited smile.
“Good, Owl, you did well!”
He was ecstatic and suddenly charged towards the unprepared Xia Feng, his smile gradually turning teasing and arrogant. “But this little beauty belongs to me tonight!”
*Thump—*
As soon as his arrogant words fell, his body, which was charging towards Xia Feng, suddenly crashed to the ground.
After rolling several times in a disheveled state, he looked up at Xia Feng in disbelief. The whites of his eyes, beneath the shattered mask, were stained with ink black. His pupils reorganized into a golden cross symbol. Just as the symbol was about to disintegrate, he suddenly clutched his head and screamed in terror, his face contorted like a savage beast roaring piercingly.
“No!!!”
Mu Qingtong’s spirit artifact + Shadow of the Blood Fiend. Xia Feng really liked using this move, it was not only convenient but also highly effective.
He had used this move to instantly kill Li Siwen, the son of Lister.
However, this Number 17 was a Second-stage Spirit Master, and he seemed to have some ability enhancement because his mental power was exceptionally high. Mu Qingtong’s spirit artifact could not control him for a long time, and could only forcefully control him for at most one second.
But even such a short time was extremely useful to Xia Feng.
Because using the Shadow of the Blood Fiend required both Xia Feng and the enemy’s shadows to be stationary, and the enemy’s mental power could not be too high, otherwise they could easily resist the erosion of the Shadow of the Blood Fiend.
Now, all of Number 17’s mental power was used to resist Mu Qingtong’s mental manipulation, leaving him no energy to deal with the bloodworms invading his soul.
And when Number 17 reacted and diverted his mental power to resist the bloodworms, he was forcefully controlled by Mu Qingtong again, his mind scattering. The bloodworms then took the opportunity to continue their invasion. This repeated a few times.
Amidst his piercing despairing screams, creepy bloodlines flowed from the corners of Number 17’s eyes. He looked at the man and woman, who were slowly standing up in the distance, with shock and fear. He opened his shriveled mouth and stiffly looked up, wanting to beg for mercy, but he couldn’t make any sound, which made him even more desperate.
Thus, in terror and confusion, he watched the man slowly walk towards him, looking down and calmly saying, “Number 17, your Life Points, I take them.”
