Chapter 697: Chapter 630: She Called Me...
Do you believe in the light?
What responded to Feng Ju was two thunderous explosions, one after the other.
When the first explosion sounded, he was still biting onto the gold, his muddled brain thinking it was an earthquake, the whole villa shaking.
Then came the second booming burst, the shattering sound of the chandelier completely jolting him awake.
And then, "thump thump thump thump," the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs!
"???"
Feng Ju was so frightened he almost lost his soul, his skull nearly splitting open.
A chill of extreme terror shot up his spine from the base of his tail, causing him to shiver violently and jerk backward, but due to the abruptness of the movement
"Crunch—"
His front tooth slammed hard against the already corroded and softened, yet still rigid edge of the gold cavity, making a crisp sound.
One front tooth loosened violently, while the other snapped off at the root.
The blood-stained broken tooth, mixed with saliva, fell from his numb lips, landing directly on the sheepskin scroll through the corroded hole.
"Hiss—!"
Feng Ju drew in a cold breath, the sensation quickly returning to his lips, which then swelled with stunning speed, the two lips red and swollen like two pieces of inferior sausage hanging from his face.
Along with his sweaty face and air-leaking front teeth, his reflection on the golden cabinet surface had an indescribable comicality.
But Feng Ju couldn’t be bothered with that; his eyes, bloodshot, were locked onto the moist cavity.
Suddenly, he extended both hands, thrusting his two index fingers savagely into the hole.
The corroded hole was just the right size, allowing two fingers to be brutally inserted.
The scene could somewhat easily conjure a subtly anthropomorphic association—like a chrysanthemum being penetrated by two-finger zen.
The next moment, Feng Ju’s fingers forcefully exerted pressure.
The mechanical fingers at full power burrowed in hard, the other flesh finger bending nimbly, feeling around the inner wall, seeking a suitable point of leverage.
Both fingers exerted force simultaneously, the mighty strength of muscle and machine twisted into a single cord, acting upon the golden chrysanthemum... err, the golden hole.
Crack! Creak—!
In a bone-chilling sound, the hole was stretched larger and larger until it finally split completely in two, each piece clattering separately to the floor.
A roll of sheepskin scroll, roughly the thickness of a small intestine, slipped out in response.
Feng Ju’s eyes burst with wild joy.
Success!
He finally got his hands on it!
He bent over to grab the sheepskin scroll, feeling an inexplicable sense of kinship, as if a blood bond across time and space existed between him and the scroll.
That feeling was mystical, though it was an inanimate thing, it felt as if the sheepskin scroll had some ancestral connection to him.
Just damn... fated to be with me!
Just as Feng Ju grasped the sheepskin scroll, his heart throbbing with excitement.
"Bang—!!!"
The solid wood door was flung open, and Zuo Bai burst in like a cannonball.
Though his crotch was still bleeding, and several silver needles stuck in his back, his electronic eyes radiated a menacing glare.
His vision scanned the wrecked study like a radar, instantly locking onto the figure inside—a grotesque-looking man with swollen lips, gapped front teeth, clutching a sheepskin scroll, his face full of manic delight.
Zuo Bai couldn’t immediately find an apt way to summarize the appearance characteristics of the man before him.
Old Huang got his name because of his sallow face, so he was called Old Huang.
Then maybe this man should be called...
Zuo Bai didn’t know Feng Ju and was pondering how to give him a fitting name.
Feng Ju, however, recognized Zuo Bai at a glance, and he opened his mouth, the wind leakage from his front teeth even more pronounced.
Zuo Bai didn’t give Feng Ju the chance to speak because Feng Yuhuai’s footsteps were rapidly closing in.
The blue light in his electronic eye flashed violently; he suddenly lunged forward, covering several meters to get behind Feng Ju.
The web-cracked hand clamped onto Feng Ju’s throat like a vise.
Feng Ju stood rigid and dared not move, recognizing Zuo Bai as the monster scientist from the sewers.
In his current battered state, he was well aware—he couldn’t even last a round against Zuo Bai.
The best strategy was to surrender and wait for the greatness of fate to protect him one more time.
"Once more!"
"Protect me just one more time!"
"I went through life and death to finally get the sheepskin scroll, surely I can’t die here, please protect me one last time!!!"
Feng Ju prayed frenziedly in his heart, more devout than ever.
"Don’t come any closer! Take one more step, and I’ll twist his neck off!"
Zuo Bai held Feng Ju’s throat, using him as a human shield in front of himself, threatening the doorway fiercely.
To have subdued the person inside so easily instead stirred disappointment within Zuo Bai.
This man’s combat power was weak, couldn’t become another "Old Huang," at most only useful as a hostage.
Zuo Bai’s five fingers gradually pressured, causing Feng Ju’s breath to halt abruptly, his eyeballs bulging grotesquely.
He cooperated fully, squeezing out intermittent whimpers from his throat:
"Help—help—me—!!"
A chilling synthesized voice came from the hallway outside, sinisterly cold:
"Hehehe, using a hostage to threaten the Night Watcher, are you kidding me?"
Before the laughter echoed fully down the hallway, a shadow swiftly dashed into view like a specter, swiveling abruptly at the doorway, the swirling of the black robe sending a piercing cold wind.
Beneath the black mask, the scarlet, eerie, spiral pupils emitted a devouring hunger, yet the words spoken were each firmly rooted in justice:
"The Night Watcher never compromises with evil!"
The last syllable was still vibrating in the air when the black robe suddenly blossomed like a demonic flower, spreading out layer upon layer in an angry flourish!
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