Chapter 613 Family members are the most dangerous

Before he finished speaking, and even before Feng Ju could make any response, the sallow old face floated into the darkness behind Feng Ju, as if it had never appeared, leaving only the eerie words echoing in his ears.

Fast! Too fast! So fast that my mind can't keep up!

Feng Ju only felt a very slight pain on the side of his neck, like being bitten by a mosquito.

The next moment——

"Uh...ho ho..."

A broken, leaky sound came out uncontrollably from the depths of his throat.

The sticky black blood instantly spurted out from his neck, spraying all over his face.

His eyes suddenly widened and his fingers clamped tightly over his throat.

Only then did he feel that his throat had been cut, and a cold and vicious force flowed into his blood through the wound and swept through his body in the blink of an eye.

The veins on his face bulged like earthworms, and his lips were black and purple.

“Plop!”

Feng Ju's legs went weak and he staggered two steps forward and fell face down on the ground. He twitched twice and then became motionless.

Thick black blood slowly seeped out from under his body, emitting a disgusting stench of decay.

The figure who made the move was obviously absolutely confident in his method of killing. He didn't even look back at Feng Ju's body, and quickly flew towards the direction of the explosion and the special envoy, so fast that only two eerie air currents were left behind.

Feng Ju lay quietly in a pool of blood like a real corpse; even the slightest muscle tremor had completely disappeared.

But he was a living corpse.

After lying there for ten seconds, the fingers of the "corpse" on the ground suddenly twitched slightly.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Ju jumped up on the spot as if he had been resurrected from the dead, and stumbled forward in a desperate run!

The wound on his neck was still bleeding, and his lips were still a horrible black and purple.

Feng Ju was not pretending to be dead just now, he really died again.

"It was a close call. My head was almost chopped off. I probably wouldn't have survived."

Feng Ju is still frightened and his head is still dizzy.

Of course, the price of being "half dead" was also extremely heavy. His already pitiful remaining life span was severely reduced, leaving him with less than 15 hours.

On the retina, a dark countdown:

【14:44:44】

【14:44:42】

【14:44:40】

【……】

The most terrifying thing is that the countdown second hand doesn’t fall one second at a time, but jumps.

…………

The aftermath of the explosion was still reverberating in the sewer shaft, and the special commissioner rushed towards the direction of the explosion as fast as lightning.

After turning the last corner, the sight before him made him stop suddenly.

A long section of the shaft in front of me was blown away, literally "blown away".

A hideous crack was blown open at the top of a shaft that was more than ten meters long, revealing the mottled concrete floor of the abandoned factory above.

It was like a skeleton with its top violently opened, with the exposed steel bars staggered like broken bones.

The rubble and metal fragments produced by the explosion shot upward like a rainstorm. Some of the fragments directly penetrated the ground and scattered around the factory building like flowers from heaven. The other part, after reaching the apex of the parabola, fell back into the shaft with a sound of breaking through the air, making a series of dull sounds like beating drums.

A large pit with a diameter of nearly three meters was blown out at the bottom of the shaft, and the shock wave tore the surrounding pipe walls into pieces.

Spider-web-like cracks spread wildly across the metal surface, and large sections of pipes groaned under the heavy weight before collapsing into a pile of twisted scrap metal.

The special envoy stood at the edge of the pit, looking around, but did not see any trace of Li Shang or [Mask].

He squatted down suspiciously and pushed aside a few pieces of gravel with his fingertips.

The stone surface was covered with strange black stains, as if dried blood had been re-melted by the high temperature of the explosion and was slowly dripping downwards.

"Blood?"

Song Kuangyan's pupils shrank slightly and he twisted the black liquid with his fingertips.

"Whose blood?"

"Li Shang's? Or [Mask]'s? Or someone else's?"

The special envoy was filled with doubts, and his brows were twisted into knots.

"This should be the meeting place that [Mask] informed Li Shang about on the forum...but why did it explode?"

"Did Li Shang want to blow up [Mask] and kill the monster to silence him?"

The special envoy judged others by his own experience, but overturned his own guess the next second.

"Impossible. The location was chosen by [Mask]. Li Shang came here only after receiving the notification. He arrived a little earlier than me at most. He had no time to set a trap, especially with explosives of this power."

"So [Mask] wants to blow up Li Shang?"

Song Kuangyan's brows furrowed even tighter.

"It doesn't make sense! With [Mask]'s strength, it would be easy for him to kill Li Shang. Why would he need explosives?"

"So... this explosion had another purpose?"

The special envoy racked his brains, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Could it be that... [Masked] was performing some kind of [evil ritual] here just now? Is the explosion itself an integral part of the ritual?

Evil priest, he likes to eat 'fried' food? "

Judging from the clues the special envoy has, this inference is not entirely unfounded.

After all, he could never have guessed that the real target of the explosion was himself, who was a hundred meters away.

The most important thing is that the eating of iron, bloodletting and explosions in the evil sacrificial ritual sound like a perfect match.

If the [evil sacrifice ritual] is regarded as a cooking process, then bleeding is equivalent to washing the ingredients, eating iron is a secret marinating process, and explosion is equivalent to frying the ingredients.

Everything is very coherent!

So....the meaning of life is to explode? ! !

The special envoy had a flash of inspiration in his mind, as if he had grasped a corner of the truth, but he was not very sure.

After all, he is not a detective and cannot restore the truth through reasoning.

"Forget it, as long as we catch [Mask], all the mysteries will be solved!"

The special envoy took a deep breath, suppressed all the speculations in his mind, and stood up.

He looked up at the hideous crack above his head, then turned his gaze to the opposite side, which was also affected by the explosion. The pipe was severely deformed and collapsed, but there was still a narrow opening that allowed someone to squeeze in sideways.

It's deep and dark inside!

Did [Mask] go out or escape in?

"Search separately!"

The special envoy gave instructions to the people behind him without even turning his head.

"You go to the shaft, I'll go to the upper factory. If you find [Mask], notify me immediately."

The order was given, but no one responded in the air.

He turned around abruptly and glanced behind him, but there was no trace of Feng Ju.

The special commissioner was startled at first, then he became furious: "Where has this rubbish gone?"

However, just as he was about to become furious, the hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood on end and a piercing chill quickly rose from the soles of his feet.

His pupils suddenly shrank into needle points, and his body reacted before his brain did. He pushed the ground hard with his toes and retreated violently.

A cold light tore through the air where he was standing, and the sharp sound of breaking wind caught up with him half a beat later.

Chi——

"who?!"

The special envoy shouted loudly, cold sweat oozing out of his back and soaking through the lining of his clothes.

He steadied his body, his eyes fixed on the direction of the attack.

A sinister, dry laugh, like two pieces of rough sandpaper rubbing against each other, came faintly from the darkness.

Immediately afterwards, two figures emerged from the shadows, revealing two sallow old faces.

The tall old man on the left slowly pulled the corners of his mouth upwards, revealing a creepy expression with a fake smile:

"Master Kuang Yan, are you looking for your not-so-loyal follower?

He is not loyal to you. He just ran back stealthily. I hate people who are disloyal to the master the most in my life, so I have already helped you to deal with him."

He originally thought that the attacker was related to [Mask], but...

The four words "Young Master Kuang Yan" were like four cold steel needles that pierced his eardrums and made him feel as if he was falling into an icy cave.

It’s not [Mask], someone is coming to our house!

As a child of a large family, the first lesson I learned while growing up is that family members are always more dangerous than outsiders.

The degree of danger is proportional to the distance on the family tree. The closer you are, the more dangerous it is, especially when "family members" show up unannounced.

Facing [Mask], the special envoy was full of courage and felt that he had the advantage.

But facing the two family members in front of him, every cell in his body was sounding the alarm, and his first reaction was to escape first.

As for the news that Feng Ju was "killed for disloyalty" from the other party, he simply ignored it. He had no time to care about Feng Ju's problem now.

He involuntarily took another half step back, his face livid, and his voice trembled a little:

“You… were sent by my brother Song Kuangyi?

How did you find me? Are you following me? No, you are…”

Although the special envoy did not recognize these two old faces that looked like dry tree bark, there were so many people in the big family that it was impossible for him to recognize every one of them.

But what came to his mind without hesitation was naturally the gentle smile of his brother Song Kuangyi.

All we can say is that brotherly love and respect for each other is a traditional skill of a large family.

The strange smile on the tall old man's face deepened, like the marks left by a carving knife on a wax figure. He neither denied nor admitted it, but in Song Kuangyan's opinion, that expression was tantamount to acquiescence.

The special envoy's face darkened, as if he had figured out the crux of the matter, with resentment surging in his eyes:

"You guys have been spying on me? I've been exiled to the lower city, but my brother is still worried and wants to spy on me?

So, he sent you to steal my parchment, right?"

The special envoy did not wait for the old man to answer, and said with hatred:

"It's always been like this since I was little, he would take away all the good things I liked.

After robbing me, he pretended to give me some rags, and in the end he became a good brother praised by everyone.

Why? Just because he was born two hours earlier than me?"

The tall old man still had that creepy smile on his face and did not say anything to correct Song Kuangyan's "misunderstanding".

In fact, they were not sent by Song Kuangyi, but by the young master of the family.

However, according to etiquette, the young master of the family is Young Master Kuang Yan's elder brother, so there is nothing wrong with the special envoy calling him brother.

The hunchbacked old man who had been silent all this time, now half-hunched over, took a step forward, fixed his cloudy eyes on the special envoy, and said sinisterly:

“Master Kuang Yan, since you know what we are here for, then stop talking nonsense.

Just hand over the parchment scroll obediently. Oh, by the way..."

His dry lips stretched to reveal his sparse, yellow teeth.

"And that [Masked], where did he go? We followed you all the way, you can't let us go in vain."

Song Kuangyan almost laughed out of anger, his voice was extremely resolute:

"[Mask]? He's hiding in this well. If you have the ability, go find him yourself. As for the parchment scroll...

You are just dreaming. Song Kuangyi wants it? Fine, let him roll down to the city and take it from my dead body!"

Before the special envoy finished his words, he suddenly exerted force on his toes and jumped up, wanting to jump out of the well and escape.

"Master Kuang Yan, you should have some respect for hierarchy. Since this is what your brother wants, as his younger brother, you should hand it over obediently, otherwise..."

The cold voice was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, following Song Kuangyan's figure in the air.

"Your precious body can't bear the consequences of our methods."

The tall old man's figure flashed like a ghost, without causing any sound of wind, and instantly appeared at the edge of the crack in the shaft. He raised his foot and stepped lightly, right on the crown of the special envoy's head.

The special envoy's waist and abdomen suddenly contracted, and he twisted and changed direction in mid-air.

The whole person was like a spinning top, shooting out an arc in the air and falling obliquely to the ground.

However, another hunched figure had quietly approached him from behind, and a withered palm lightly impressed his back.

“Bang!”

The black palm print quickly spread on the clothes, and the soft armor lining suddenly burst into water-wave-like ripples, dissolving most of the vicious palm power.

Even so, the remaining force was still like a heavy hammer, hammering into the internal organs.

A muffled groan escaped the special envoy's throat. His back felt as if it was burning with an iron, and his internal organs seemed to have shifted out of place.

He took advantage of the situation and rolled over, using the palm force as a boost. His toes tapped the tube wall repeatedly, his speed increased steadily, and he turned into a trail of afterimage and rushed towards the direction he came from.

He was panicked and angry, but not yet in despair.

Because he was sure that these two old guys would never dare to take his life...right.

As long as he can keep the parchment scroll, he still has hope of returning home, and then the account will be settled slowly.

He seemed to have seen his brother kneeling on the blue bricks of the ancestral hall.

The tall old man floated down and stood next to the hunchbacked old man.

The two men looked at the special envoy's fleeing back, and a mocking light flashed in their turbid pupils.

They followed slowly behind, their sinister laughter echoing faintly in the pipe.

Tall old man:

"Since we haven't found [Mask], then we'll follow the original plan and get rid of Young Master Kuang Yan. This blood debt will naturally fall on [Mask]'s head."

The hunchbacked old man laughed strangely:

"Yes, yes!

Although I was not able to accomplish my mission completely, I was able to take this opportunity to eliminate a hidden danger for you, and then retrieve the parchment scroll cleanly, which is also a great achievement."

The two looked at each other and let out creepy laughs at the same time.

They deliberately lowered their voices and were "plotting out loud" to ensure that every word could be clearly heard by the special envoy who was fleeing for his life ahead.

It even drifts into the ears of a third party who may be hiding in the dark and has not left yet.

"Get rid of him...put the blame on [Mask]..."

"Kill Young Master Kuang Yan... The Master will be satisfied..."

In front, the special envoy’s face suddenly turned pale.

They wouldn't really dare to kill me and frame [Mask], right?

He gritted his teeth, sped up his pace by three times, and anxiously took out his cell phone.

In the darkness, two pairs of eyes were peering through the narrow slits...

(End of this chapter)