Chapter 624: Desperate Moment? If the Blessing of the Curtain vs. the Blessing of the Curtain

Who is “father”?

Who is the “daughter”?

What is an “audience”?

What is the so-called "happy ending"?

Every word that [Mask] uttered was clear and audible. He knew every word, but why was it that when these words were put together to form a sentence, he couldn't understand it at all!!!

Xiao Jiuzi's sallow face twitched violently. He wanted to ask but couldn't, for fear of exposing the truth that he was too illiterate or too stupid.

He could only comfort himself in his heart:

"It's normal that we can't understand. Normal people can't understand what crazy people say. If you can understand it, then you have a serious brain problem."

He took one last glance at the white mask of [Mask] and said something cruel:

"Zheng Hang, I will remember you. I promise that we will see each other again soon. I hope you can still smile by then..."

Before he finished speaking, the hunched figure suddenly shrank into the alley, found another way, and ran to the Emerald Garden.

[Masked] caught the Eclipse Pearl and looked at the hunchbacked old man who tried to escape and resisted arrest, with a slightly strange expression under the mask.

The other party didn't know where he was going, but he knew exactly where the other party was going.

He was clearly prepared to give the other person a ride, but he didn't expect the other person to run away after just saying a word, without giving him a chance to invite him.

It's really rude.

The quality of people coming from the upper city is a bit low!

Feng Mu sighed softly through his mask, put the Erosion Pearl back into his pocket, turned around, got into the blue and white car, started the engine and drove away.

He drove very steadily and neither hurried nor slow.

The red light comes on at the intersection ahead.

Feng Mu calmly stepped on the brakes, and the blue and white car stopped steadily in front of the stop line.

There was no one on the horizontal lane and no vehicles passed by.

There is no surveillance camera installed above the intersection to capture traffic violations, so it is quick and easy to pass through without anyone noticing.

However, Feng Mu just sat quietly in the driver's seat, his hands on the steering wheel, calm and patient.

As a villain, he is definitely not a person who follows the rules.

But now that he is driving a blue and white car, he must hold himself to the standards of a law enforcement officer.

This is what makes his ideological awareness different from those ordinary villains who have no style and act recklessly!

Time passed by second by second. The red light remained on stubbornly.

Finally, the red light went out and the green light came on.

Feng Mu then slowly released the brake and lightly stepped on the accelerator. The blue and white car drove smoothly through the intersection and continued on the road to the future.

[System prompt: Congratulations on completing the "Justice Enforcer" limited achievement! ]

[You wore a suit and a mask, but you performed a more standard law enforcement posture than a real police officer!]

[Even the real detective couldn't help but applaud you!]

[Not only that, you also earned the achievement of driving a police car!]

[Note: Most villains only have the experience of… “riding” in a police car throughout their lives!]

[This matter is small, but of great significance!]

[According to the cross-dimensional big data statistics of this system, every villain who has successfully driven a police car, no matter what their starting point was, eventually achieved extraordinary success in their respective "careers"!]

[What you have done has once again surpassed 99.9% of your peers in the heavens and myriad worlds with overwhelming advantage!]

[Congratulations, your evil index has increased slightly, game inheritance ↑]

[Your game inheritance is currently at 17%. The evil gauge is almost full at this stage. Please keep working hard! ! ! ]

[Keep this unique villain aesthetic and move towards higher 'achievements'! ! ]

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After a life-threatening run, when the outer wall of the Emerald Garden finally came into view, his "life balance" was only a pitiful single digit.

Although the wounds on his body had not healed completely, thanks to the physique of a "dead man", those horrific wounds so deep that the bones could be seen had finally stopped bleeding, and a layer of dark red, black, asphalt-like, hideous blood scabs had condensed on the surface.

He couldn't see the health bar, but the heavy feeling of his muscles as if they were filled with lead, and the feeling that his bones were about to fall apart with every movement, were indirectly telling him that his health bar was almost gone.

If he were a living person, he would have gone into shock and coma by now, but fortunately he was "dead" and could still jump around.

He was in a state of low health, but was hanging on to his life.

The heart has also returned to its normal death pulsation - one beat every 10 seconds.

However, the refresh rate on the retina is still fixed at 4 refreshes per second.

It feels like when the price of pork skyrocketed in the past, the price of roujiamo on the street also rose; but when the price of pork fell back to its original price, the price of roujiamo could never go back to its original price.

His "heart" returned to "normal", but the "timer" on his retina was completely "inflated".

Feng Ju was so sad that he could only accept it with great pain.

In his current state, he is definitely not able to fight.

With that little health he has, he'd probably die if he were touched.

If there is another fight, he'd better stay away.

Fortunately, they only had to return to the special envoy's villa to find a parchment scroll. There were only some helpless servants left in the special envoy's villa.

There should be no need to fight anymore...right?

Late at night in the Emerald Garden, the luxurious entrance was shrouded in an unusual silence.

The security guards who used to be so loyal to their duties were nowhere to be seen. Only a few lonely street lamps cast a pale light, dragging long shadows on the wet ground, and the stagnant water reflected the faint light.

"Strange. Why is no one dealing with the accumulated water on the ground?"

"Where are all the security guards?"

Feng Ju dragged his tired steps and slowly approached the gate.

Suddenly, his steps froze, and what came into his sight was the alloy lifting rod being violently bent, pointing upward at 90 degrees, like a corpse with a broken neck, looking straight up towards Shangcheng's butt.

He took two steps forward mechanically, and suddenly felt a sticky touch on the soles of his shoes.

Looking down, the liquid that I thought was stagnant water was glowing dark red under the street light, just like solidified plasma.

The night wind whimpered as it passed, causing the ornamental grasses on both sides of the road to sway violently, with leaves rustling as they rubbed against each other.

Feng Ju unconsciously tightened his neck, took a deep breath, and smelled a faint sweet and fishy smell, which was very fresh.

Feng Ju swallowed his saliva, looked towards the villa area dotted with tree shadows, and fell into deep thought.

Okay~

He had to retract his judgment which was full of beautiful hopes just a few seconds ago!

There is a high probability that something bad has happened in the villa area, and it is very likely happening now.

Reason told Feng Ju that given his current physical condition, it would be best for him not to go any further.

Stay away first, only by staying alive can there be a tomorrow.

But he... has no tomorrow!

"I'll just go get a parchment roll..."

Feng Ju encouraged himself frantically in his heart and planned an action plan.

"...Go in quietly, don't shoot, and if you encounter a fight, I will definitely stay away from it.

Never participate, never watch the fun, never make any noise, just treat yourself as a walking background board!"

He analyzed rationally: there was a dead person at the door of the villa, but the murderer might not have been heading for the special envoy's villa.

The Emerald Garden covers a vast area, with twenty-six villas scattered among it - so by this calculation, the probability of misfortune befalling him is only one in twenty-six.

To be precise, it is about 3.8 percent, less than 4 percent!

This number inexplicably gave him tremendous confidence.

After all, he had never even won the "One More Bottle" prize in his life, and the probability of winning that prize was said to be as high as one in three.

There is no chance that such a low probability event like 4% will happen to him.

Feng Ju doesn’t trust his daughter or his son now, but he believes that mathematics will not lie.

"It'll be fine!"

He screamed hysterically in his heart:

"I've been unlucky enough today. It's impossible to be more unlucky. Do you understand how to bounce back from the bottom?"

"No! I should say that I am actually very lucky today!"

He tried hard to recall the thrilling moments of today—coming back to life from the "death" in the sewer, escaping from the pursuit of a sallow-faced old man, and even bumping into [Mask] at the last moment.

"I have always been able to escape danger. Even my biggest enemy has inexplicably saved my life!"

The more Feng Ju thought about it, the more incredible it seemed:

"It's as if there is some great power in the universe that is protecting me today and won't let me die today."

"That's right. I have gone through all the gates of hell. I will never die today. I will never fail at the last step."

Feng Ju let out a long breath, his confidence, which was inversely proportional to his blood volume, reached its peak:

"So, it's just the finishing touch. I have to go in and get the parchment."

"Yes! I will definitely get the parchment scroll!!!"

It must be said that Feng Ju and Feng Yuhuai are indeed father and daughter. They are extremely similar in every aspect.

To the extent that, after escaping desperate situations several times, Feng Ju began to have the illusion that he was "the man destined to succeed".

This absurd thought swirled in his mind like a drunken dizziness, both disturbing and strangely pleasurable.

If such a "miracle" happens a few more times, there is no guarantee that he will not discover a great theorem like his daughter, with even the name being almost the same, called the Extremity Theorem.

It's a pity that Luo Ji is not in the Emerald Garden, otherwise, with his broken ancient bronze mirror, he might be able to see another fate of [Blessing of the Curtain] on Feng Ju.

So, the question is, if this is true, and both the father and daughter have [Protection of the Curtain], if they were to fight each other...

The law of extremity vs the law of extremity, which one is true?

[Blessing of the Curtain] vs [Blessing of the Curtain], who is stronger and who is weaker?

How to weigh the scales of fate? ! !

Feng Ju no longer hesitated, and quietly sneaked towards the special envoy's villa along the dense ornamental trees on the inside of the gate.

Thanks to the careful care of the community gardeners day after day, these bushes maintain a perfect hidden height, blocking the view without hindering movement due to overly dense branches and leaves.

It is completely different from the sparse and yellow weeds in the slums and is the most professional stealth "passage".

Feng Ju took every step precisely on the soft humus soil, avoiding gravel or dead branches that might make noises.

The damp leaves and dewy branches brushed against his blood- and mud-stained coat, leaving deeper water marks.

He hunched over, lowering his body even lower, like a fish swimming in an undercurrent. Every green plant that passed by along the way became his most loyal accomplice.

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The outlines of the seven sleeping villas gradually disappeared into the darkness behind Feng Ju.

Nothing happened for the time being, everything was fine, the night breeze brushed across the back of his neck, the air with the fragrance of grass and trees relaxed his tense nerves a little.

Maybe... the body at the door was just a false alarm?

Maybe the perpetrator has already left, and the less than 4% of "bad luck" cannot see us?

As Feng Ju thought this, he slightly increased his snail-like stealth speed.

The special envoy's villa is not far ahead.

However, just as he sped up and turned the corner of the eighth villa, a noisy sound came into his ears.

The dull sound of flesh colliding, the messy footsteps, and the suppressed breathing, are... the sounds of fighting!

Judging from the sound... there are more than two people, it seems like there are three people, fighting two against one.

Feng Ju suddenly stopped, pressed his body to the ground, slowly exhaled all the air in his lungs, then quietly raised his head and peeked through the gaps between the branches and leaves.

The sound came from about twenty meters away, and the first thing that came into view was a taxi.

At just one glance, Feng Ju felt that the taxi was extremely suspicious.

He had been in and out of Emerald Garden many times, but had never seen a taxi drive in.

How could a taxi, a poor four-legged metal vehicle, sneak into a villa area?

Are all the security guards at the door dead? Oh, they are indeed dead, so it's okay.

Feng Ju's gaze passed the taxi and peeked a few meters further away.

Two dark figures covered in black robes and wearing dark masks are working together to besiege a man.

"It's the two night watchmen during the day!!!"

Feng Ju's heart skipped a beat and he didn't even have time to carefully identify the appearance of the man being besieged.

On the one hand, it was too dark at night and the other person had his back to him; on the other hand, the distance was a little far and his facial features were difficult to distinguish; but more importantly, Feng Ju didn't dare to look at him for too long.

He was guilty of being a thief, and feared that his prying eyes would be noticed by the Black King of Hell. Like a frightened turtle, he suddenly retracted his head behind the dense bushes.

Feng Ju forced himself to calm down and carefully analyzed the situation, which was both good and bad.

The good thing was that he was not coming for the special commissioner's villa that he had been longing for, so the parchment scroll was safe;

The bad thing is, it’s too damn close, right next to the special envoy’s villa.

"A blessing in disguise!"

Feng Ju gritted his teeth and could only comfort himself in this way. At least, the target villa had not been affected yet, so he still had a chance.

He didn't dare to stay any longer. He held his breath and slowly retreated, his eyes rolling around, scanning the grass around him, and replanning his route forward.

The front road was blocked, so we had to take a long detour and go around the other side.

He moved slowly, sneaking more cautiously than before.

Walk, stop, and listen attentively.

Every time he heard a violent collision from the next door, his muscles tensed instantly, and he froze in place for a few seconds like a petrified man. Only when he was sure that the sound was not approaching him did he dare to continue crawling forward...

(End of this chapter)