Chapter 698: Chapter 630: She Called Me..._2
"Ssssssshhh——!!!"
Tens of thousands of silver needles shot out violently from under the black robe.
This time, the silver needles were no longer confined to her fingers, but erupted from her entire body, like a human-shaped porcupine suddenly exploding.
Because in the villa, without the worry of being seen by her companions outside, Feng Yuhuai could finally unleash herself completely.
She stood still, her robe fluttered without wind, countless silver needles trailing crimson traces, like an inverted blood-colored waterfall pouring down with a roar.
In the blink of an eye, everything inside the house was about to be swallowed by the scarlet.
"I’m going to die! This time I’m really going to die!"
"Could it be that without the mysterious greatness watching over me, everything was my delusion, and I’m going to die here?"
Feng Ju’s heart stopped in fear, an endless chill engulfed him.
Feng Ju was extremely desperate, extremely unwilling, he had clearly obtained the Sheepskin Scroll already.
Zuo Bai made the most correct reaction the instant Feng Yuhuai "erupted."
He released Feng Ju’s throat without hesitation, sprung into the air like a spring, and then kicked Feng Ju’s back with both feet, sending him flying like a sandbag into the blood net opposite.
At the same time, his back arched into a taut arc, and using the recoil, he launched himself like a silver-scaled fish breaking waves, shooting towards the tempered floor-to-ceiling window behind him.
But the forceful pull on his thigh caused an explosion of blood in mid-air, making the scene look a bit like wetting himself, slightly uncivilized, unbecoming of a scientist.
"Crash——!"
The tempered glass shattered like thin paper under his full force, Zuo Bai’s figure enveloped in a dazzling rain of glass, tumbling down to the lawn from the second floor.
The moment he hit the ground, he rolled tactically to absorb the impact.
Otherwise, the pain from the shattered eggs would have been unbearable, it was truly too painful~
As soon as he stabilized, Zuo Bai whipped his head back to stare intently at the jagged glass hole, preparing for an attack.
He waited for 1.3 seconds without seeing the black robe’s figure or even a needle chasing him out?!!
Why did Feng Yuhuai stop the pursuit?
Was she entangled by the hostage, she couldn’t possibly be seriously rescuing the hostage, right?!!
Or... did I just happen to stumble upon a second "Old Huang" by accident?
Even with Zuo Bai’s top scientific mind, he couldn’t possibly imagine the scene unfolding inside the window.
Feng Ju, kicked off balance, staggered forward uncontrollably.
The overwhelming net of needles left his mind blank, he had no idea how to dodge.
He clawed the air futilely, like a drowning man trying to grab onto a non-existent log.
His pupils contracted to the extreme, forming needle points, as if he already saw himself being pierced through by the needles.
The instinct to survive drove Feng Ju to raise his trembling arms to cover his face, even though he knew this was just self-deception.
His eyeballs bulged and throbbed, blood vessels forming a grotesque web across the whites of his eyes.
The breath of death scraped across his face like a blade, the eerie crimson reflection on the silver needle tips so close.
However, the anticipated excruciating pain of being pierced by thousands of needles never arrived.
At the precise moment when the countless lethal silver needles were about to puncture his body—
"Buzz——!"
The air suddenly emitted an eerie tremor, as if an invisible giant hand had pressed the world’s pause button.
The descending silver death, the frenzied crimson threads, halted just a centimeter from his skin and suddenly...
Stopped!
All those silver needles hovered in midair, the needle tips trembling slightly, reflecting a dizzying cold light.
The red threads, like frozen bloodied spider silk, eerily solidified before Feng Ju’s nose, forming an incredibly bizarre three-dimensional image.
All the silver needles froze midair, their tips glowing crimson, defying gravity as if a metal storm suddenly put on hold.
The backwards curling red lines entwined him like living creatures.
The dense blood threads permeated every inch of the space around him, some snaking around his temples, others coiling around his neck..... enveloping him centrally.
The woven blood net emitted a sweet metallic scent, subtly quivering with Feng Ju’s dying breath.
Those red threads tensed and loosened, like a feline savoring its prey’s last struggles, ready to shred him any moment.
But in Feng Ju’s eyes, this scene only gave rise to one natural thought:
"I’m not dead?!!"
"The mysterious greatness has shielded me again?!!"
Even though he hadn’t completely escaped death, even though the lethal red threads clung to his throat, even though he might be turned into mince the next second.
But deep within Feng Ju’s soul, an absurd certainty was growing wildly.
Seven out of ten... Eight out of ten... Nine out of ten... No, absolutely ten out of ten!
He had survived again, damn it!
Feng Ju’s mouth twitched uncontrollably, stretching into a twisted, bizarre smile.
If it weren’t an inappropriate occasion and if he could move freely, he would’ve knelt immediately to give thanks to the mysterious greatness.
But, alas, the mysterious greatness wouldn’t respond to his pious gratitude.
The response he received was...
"Dear father, the blood on you carries a strange smell, hehe~"
A sinister synthetic voice came from under the black mask.
An unfamiliar voice, yet tinged with a familiar tone, made the hair on the back of Feng Ju’s neck stand on end with an inexplicable sense of terror.
"W-wait, what did he/she just call me?"
Feng Ju raised his chin stiffly, incredulously gazing towards the entrance.
The figure shrouded in the black robe, at this moment, tilted its head, observing him with a posture remarkably familiar to his memory.
Like struck by lightning, Feng Ju’s stalled brain seemed to reboot from the horror of life and death, his thoughts turning laboriously like rusty gears.
Turning slowly, but at least turning again.
Feng Ju inched his chin upwards, eyes shifting rigidly as he re-examined the impenetrable red threads.
The same red threads, once terrifying, now upon closer inspection beyond the fear, elicited a certain... sense of familiarity?
Could it not feel familiar?
His first experience with death had these red threads accompanying him.
It’s no surprise Feng Ju was slow to catch on, after all, he died too quickly and peacefully the first time, wrapped in the threads with an unspeakable aura.
This time was different.
Tens of thousands of red threads surged towards him from the front, imposing and violently overwhelming.
The former was a stealthy backstab, the latter an aggressive assault; it’s normal not to connect the two immediately.
The most crucial point was the Night Watcher’s black robe and mask being quite misleading, Feng Ju simply couldn’t fathom his daughter transforming into a Night Watcher.
The red threads in his memory belonged to his daughter, who was a human-skinned... monster!
And the Night Watcher, known by all, was specifically a monster-slaying human wrapped in black!
These two identities were as diametrically opposed as fire and water, how could they possibly overlap?
It was simply illogical!!!
Rationality screamed impossibility, yet the remnants of sound on his eardrums seemed real and unmistakable?
The Night Watcher before him addressed him as "Dear father" and even prefixed it with "Dear."
However, in Feng Ju’s memory, his dutiful daughter never called him this.
She always directly called him "Dad."
This exceptionally polite tone sounded more like Feng Mu, that unfilial son’s style.
Feng Ju felt parched, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down several times.
His lips moved several times, but he did not utter a word for some time.
As Feng Yuhuai watched Feng Ju’s prolonged silence, she did not urge him, only tilted her head at an increasingly strange angle, the red spiral on the mask’s eye area spinning faster and faster.
That posture resembled both a little girl waiting for her father’s forgiveness and a venomous spider eagerly awaiting its midnight snack!!!
Under the pitch-black mask, she licked her lips.....
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