Chapter 425: Chapter 352: Rune [5]
The manor’s walls were tall and thick, built from sturdy brick and stone.
A ring of sharp, rusted barbed wire was coiled on top.
Inside, the lights were bright, and the grounds were clean and tidy. Compared to the squalid dwellings of the survivors outside, it was like a completely different world.
At the manor’s gate, two guards were leaning lazily against the wall.
Their weapons lay casually to the side. They were supposed to be watching for any sign of trouble around the manor, but their expressions were now weary.
After all, this was the time of night when drowsiness was at its strongest.
The two of them paid it no mind.
After all, with their lord present, who would be suicidal enough to try and break into the manor?
"Old Zhang, you keep watch. My stomach’s killing me, I’m gonna hit the latrine."
A man with a hideous scar on his face said to his companion, clutching his stomach.
"Yeah, yeah, you’re always something else. Go on, but make it quick!"
The guard called Old Zhang waved his hand impatiently.
The scar-faced man chuckled and turned to walk toward the latrine outside.
WHOOSH!
In an instant, a gust of night wind howled past, perhaps because it had just finished raining.
A sudden chill seemed to seep into one’s bones, making one shiver involuntarily.
Ahead, the scar-faced man, who had only taken a few steps, stopped dead in his tracks.
Seeing this, Old Zhang couldn’t help but frown and call out.
"What are you dawdling for?"
Because of the distance and the late hour, he could only make out the other man’s back with the help of the faint light spilling from the manor.
Then, his words died in the air.
The other man gave no response, as if he hadn’t heard a thing.
Seeing this, a flicker of suspicion crossed Old Zhang’s mind.
He stood up.
He walked toward the scar-faced man.
Coming up behind him, he reached out and clapped him on the shoulder.
"You..."
He had just spoken a single word when his movement froze.
The next moment.
THUD!
The scar-faced man, who had been standing right in front of him with his back turned, fell stiffly to the ground.
Seeing this, Old Zhang’s face twisted in horror.
However, before he could cry out...
THWACK!
In an instant, a sharp pain shot through his forehead like lightning.
As if struck by a tremendous, invisible force, his whole body fell straight to the ground.
Just as his consciousness was about to fade, his fading gaze saw a blurry figure emerge from the darkness ahead.
Hu Qi calmly glanced over the two men, who no longer showed any signs of life.
A piece of scrap iron was now lodged in each of their foreheads.
He bent down and picked up a rifle from one of the men’s hands.
Then, he started walking straight toward the manor’s interior.
It was a spacious courtyard.
A path paved with bluestone ran down the middle.
The path led straight to the manor’s main building.
On both sides of the path, all sorts of flowers, plants, and trees grew lushly. In this wasteland-like environment, every single plant seemed especially precious.
Perhaps because night had fallen, the number of guards was smaller than during the day; only two men stood watch here.
Then again, that made sense.
After all, in this world, Evolvers possessed extraordinary power. The so-called guards served more as a warning system than anything else.
If they truly encountered an enemy, they would ultimately have to rely on their own strength.
...
The manor grounds were quite extensive. It had a garden, a swimming pool—everything one could ask for—and even a huge greenhouse for vegetables.
All kinds of vegetables and fruits were grown inside.
The main building was a Third-Layer structure.
At this moment, within the master bedroom on the Third Layer, a massive bed occupied the room’s most prominent position.
Soft sheets and a thick quilt were spread across the bed.
To one side of the bed, a huge floor-to-ceiling window was set into the wall. Lying on this bed, one could take in the entire view of the settlement outside.
But right now, the curtains were drawn.
Inside the room, the bed frame shook slightly, and the quilt rippled along with it.
Decadent moans echoed through the air.
This continued for nearly an hour.
Suddenly, with a muffled growl and a few soft gasps from the women, the room gradually fell silent.
A man slowly poked his head out from under the quilt, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath.
Strangely, the skin on his face was as black and rough as charcoal, full of pockmarks as if it had been scorched by fire, making him look utterly hideous.
His body, however, was extremely strong, with clearly defined muscles.
As his arms spread, three distinctly different faces were quietly revealed from under the covers.
One was cold and glamorous, one pure and innocent, one seductive and charming.
The three women’s faces were each unique, making them particularly eye-catching in this kind of world.
Unlike the ordinary survivors who didn’t have enough to eat, with their sallow faces and waxen skin, the skin of these three was fair and delicate, and extremely well-maintained.
Right now, their faces were flushed and they were drenched in sweat, their once-neat hair plastered messily to their cheeks.
They snuggled intimately against the man’s chest, seemingly ignoring his terrifying face. Their eyes were full of adoration as they whispered one after another:
"My lord, you’re truly incredible!"
"It was almost too much to handle..."
Hearing these praises, the corners of the man’s mouth turned up slightly. He reached for a Black Iron mask that was placed to the side.
Just as he was about to put it on...
Suddenly!
He seemed to sense something and snapped his head up to look to the side.
Behind the drawn curtains of the floor-to-ceiling window, silhouetted by the light, a blurry human figure was now standing there.
The very instant his gaze fell upon it...
BANG! BANG...
...a dense volley of gunfire erupted.
