Chapter 629: The Light of Hope

At this moment, the hunchbacked old man was once again awakened to the fear of being dominated by the broken eggs!

His back tensed instantly, and his hunched figure solidified into a question mark filled with horror.

Who is in front of us? Who has become our "companion" tonight?

Then, he saw it.

Three figures.

Standing at the edge of the street light, at the junction of light and darkness, on the main road leading to the gate of the special envoy's villa.

Two of them had their backs to him, their iconic black robes seeming to swallow up all the light, so thick that not even the night wind could lift a single wrinkle.

The corners of his robe fell straight down, almost touching the ground.

"Night Watch?!"

The hunchbacked old man's heart suddenly trembled.

The first reaction in my mind was why the Night Watchman was here. Could it be that he was here for the parchment scroll as well?

Although the hunchbacked old man's steps did not stop, they slowed down imperceptibly.

His sinister gaze passed over the shoulders of the two night watchmen and collided with a third gaze in mid-air - that was a man in a blood-stained white coat.

His face was covered in blood, his messy hair stuck to his broken forehead, and the blood that continued to seep from his lower body left dark red marks on the ground. He looked extremely miserable and embarrassed, but his eyes seemed to be shining as he looked at himself.

Why are you looking at me with such an urgent look, as if you are seeing a companion or relative?

"Looks familiar, where have I seen you before?"

The hunchbacked old man's cloudy eyes moved slightly, and he remembered that it was the monster scientist who had fought back and forth with [Mask] in the live broadcast video from the sewer.

If I remember correctly, his name seems to be Zuo Bai?

Are you here to seek revenge on [Mask]?

Good thing you came. Look carefully and quickly, [Mask] is definitely nearby.

The thought of "while the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits" immediately came to the mind of the hunchbacked old man.

But just as this thought began to ripple in his mind, before it could take shape, it was cut off by a heart-wrenching roar.

"Old Huang! Save me--!"

It’s a long story, but from the time the hunchbacked old man arrived at the battlefield to Zuo Bai’s earth-shattering cry for help, it took only 0.38 seconds.

It was even shorter than the time he was forced to be stunned when his egg was broken.

I can only say that Zuo Bai is worthy of being a scientist. His brain works faster than anyone else present.

Since there are people who think quickly, there must be people who think slowly.

The people who move the slowest are naturally the elderly.

The years not only bent his back, but also slowed down the speed of his brain.

“…”

The hunchbacked old man froze completely, even forgetting to move his eyes. His mind was blank, with only the echo of the words "Old Huang" in his mind.

Who is Lao Huang?

Could it be that there is someone behind me called Lao Huang? ! !

You can't be calling me, right?

But apart from watching that sewer video, I don’t know Zuo Bai at all in real life, and I have never spoken a word to him.

He even knows that my name is Xiao Jiuzi. Why does he call me Lao Huang? Just because my face is a little yellow, he has to give himself a nickname?

And it’s such a rustic nickname? ! !

The hunchbacked old man's face instantly turned from waxy yellow to liver-colored. He opened his dry lips and replied angrily:

"Wait a minute, let's..."

call--!

As soon as the words came out of his throat, they were forced back into his mouth by a gust of hot air.

Almost at the same time when Zuo Bai shouted "Old Huang", the tall night watchman with his back to "Old Huang" twisted his body on the spot, and the huge black robe sleeves suddenly fluttered like the wings of a bat, bringing up a fishy wind.

A huge hand like a palm-leaf fan, with a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, and a high-temperature red light flashed from the edge of the palm, and a scorching red light flashed from the edge of the palm, slashing down from the air.

The hunchbacked old Zhang felt a sharp pain on his cheek, as if a layer of skin had been peeled off in an instant, and his face looked even more sallow.

“Sizzle!”

The cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles on his feet made a harsh friction sound against the ground.

The hunchbacked old man used his left foot as the axis, tapped the ground with his right foot continuously, and dodged backwards with strange steps.

A huge, dark palm shadow, carrying with it a heat wave like a hot wind.

"boom!"

The palm force just brushed past the corner of Lao Huang's clothes and slammed heavily on the ground.

Gravel flew everywhere like shotgun shells, and a few sharp stones grazed the hunchbacked old man's cheeks, causing a burning stinging sensation to immediately run up his nerves to his temples.

"My Lord, you are right. The Night's Watch are indeed a bunch of idiots. It's no wonder that your numbers are getting smaller and smaller. You are almost wiped out."

The hunchbacked old man took a sip of the fishy and salty taste in his mouth, and all the evil fire that had accumulated tonight was completely aroused.

The tall night watchman exuded a scorching aura, and his expression beneath the dark mask was equally ferocious.

Obviously, the hunchbacked old man's words hit the night watchman's sore spot accurately.

The tall night watchman squeezed out four words from between his teeth:

"How dare you, you're courting death!"

The hunchbacked old man's eyes were filled with viciousness and murderous intent:

"Others are afraid of you, the Night Watchman, but we are not."

It doesn’t matter whether it’s a misunderstanding or not. In just a few words, I have said everything.

The hunchbacked old man's figure suddenly sank, and his skinny body arched like a hunting mantis.

He stomped his forefoot on the ground and shot out in a gray shadow.

His right hand was like a mantis's claw, and his index and middle fingers were like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, tearing at the pulsating artery on the side of the night watchman's neck.

At the same time, use both elbows to hit and strike left and right in a continuous cycle.

His left elbow struck his heart like a hammer, and before he had even finished his move, his body suddenly twisted and changed direction, while his right elbow struck his ribs with a sound of breaking wind.

The attack was vicious and continuous, like the stench that permeated the lower city.

After only four or five moves, the tall night watchman's black robe was covered with several claw marks, and the thin black cloth strips fluttered in the heat like dead leaves.

He snorted coldly and stopped dodging. He spread out his arms like iron gates and took the opponent's claw.

At the same time, he lowered his elbow, exerted his strength downward, and blasted his fist filled with heat from bottom to top, aiming directly at the empty space under the old man's ribs that was exposed when he swung his claws.

Wherever the fist wind passed, the air was burned into twisted ripples.

As the fist blew, the hunchbacked old man's cloudy pupils suddenly contracted.

In a flash, his elbows sank down like heavy weights, and his hands sank back to grab, his ten fingers precisely clasping the night watchman's wrist.

Amid the sound of cloth tearing, the old man's hunched body took advantage of the momentum to rise into the air, his body lying horizontally in mid-air.

He stretched his right leg like an iron whip and swept it across the night watchman's temple. Wherever the leg passed, even the surrounding heat waves were split open, creating a vacuum.

If this whip kick hits hard, not only the head of flesh and blood, but even the cast iron mask will be split in half.

The tall night watchman had a calm look in his eyes, but his arm muscles suddenly tensed and shook as if twisted like a rope.

The hunchbacked old man's ten fingers suddenly felt numb, and he felt that the arm he was clamping had turned into a mad anaconda, which he could not hold on to.

His arms broke free from the grip, the tall night watchman took a half step back, dodged his head, took a deep breath, and his chest expanded violently like a bellows.

The next moment, he exhaled from his fists and the air exploded with a cannon sound.

But it was fists coming down one after another.

“Dongdongdong——”

The dull sound continued, shaking the air within a ten-meter radius like a war drum.

Zuo Bai was watching with fear and trepidation. He was just a scientist and fighting was just a side job for him, which was incomparable to these professions.

"This 'Old Huang' who suddenly appeared is so powerful. God is really helping me!"

Zuo Bai's face was filled with ecstasy. Without any hesitation, he suddenly turned around and found a direction to escape from the battlefield.

Of course, his "escape" was not a real escape.

Without the consent of [Fate], how could he dare to leave their sight without permission? Even if he had to die, he had to die under their noses.

This is the most basic quality of being a commodity.

Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely cannot be "lost"!!!

Therefore, Zuo Bai's escape routes were very limited, and the villa of the special envoy next door undoubtedly became his most ideal destination at the moment.

He wanted to create some chaos or changes in his escape.

Even though he didn't know what the point of creating some chaos or variables was, scientific logic told him that chaos and variables contained infinite possibilities.

This is the same as doing experiments. Many experimental results are actually produced by accidents.

Just like the "Old Huang" who suddenly appeared out of nowhere to save lives at this moment, who knows if there is another "Old Huang" in the villa next door?

The probability may be slim, but at worst, we can rush in and take a hostage.

Although the Night's Watch may not care about the life or death of the hostage, as long as he can distract the other party for a moment, it will not be a loss.

Zuo Bai ran as fast as he could, desperately rushing towards the main gate of the special envoy's villa.

"boom--!!!"

With a deafening roar, his bloody and cracked fist slammed heavily into the expensive door.

The door exploded under the heavy blow and broke into five or six pieces of debris.

Twisted copper sheets, broken mahogany door panels, shattered door lock parts and broken alloy hinges poured into the room like a metal storm, carrying violent airflow.

The shock wave stirred up billowing smoke and dust, forming a visible turbid air wave, which instantly tore the expensive carpet and decorative ornaments in the entrance hall into pieces.

A jagged piece of door panel wreckage whirred and spun like a giant blood-dropping guillotine on break free, heading straight for the crystal-draped chandelier in the center of the living room.

"Clang—crash—!!!"

The heart-shattering sound of shattering was like hail falling suddenly.

Hundreds of crystal pendants shattered in an instant, turning into a dazzling rain of glass pouring down.

The huge gilded lampstand groaned under the weight, twisted and crashed onto the black gold marble floor.

“BOOM—HUAH!!!”

Thousands of crystal fragments and glass shards exploded radially, like a gorgeous death storm.

The broken crystals madly tore at the velvet wallpaper, antique furniture and valuable paintings in the living room, creating a crackling symphony of destruction wherever they passed.

Another relatively small but extremely sharp-edged triangular door panel fragment drew a strange half arc as if drunk and whizzed through the open archway of the restaurant.

Then it smashed the glass on the kitchen side, and with the remaining force, it hit the long stove in the kitchen hard.

A row of pots and bowls that were simmering over low heat were broken, and boiling, milky soup mixed with food fragments spilled onto the table.

Zuo Bai broke into the room, his electronic eyes flashing with faint blue light, like two high-speed precision scanners, instantly taking in the devastated first-floor hall within his field of vision and analysis.

He is looking for hostages and also looking for the next "Old Huang".

Then, his gaze fixed on the direction of the kitchen.

I saw a head on the stove.

He was stunned for a moment, and his electronic eyes moved rapidly downwards, and he saw another headless corpse on the ground.

"So unlucky? The broken door panel... cut off my head?!"

Zuo Bai didn't have time to think about it, and subconsciously thought that he had accidentally killed the person when he scored the goal, but he also felt that something was wrong.

“Swish, swish, swish—!”

A series of sharp sounds of breaking through the air exploded from behind, and dozens of silver rays poured down like a rainstorm, accurately targeting vital parts of Zuo Bai such as the back of his heart, neck and back of his head.

It was Feng Yuhuai who followed in.

When she saw him, she raised her hand without saying a word and shot dozens of silver needles at him.

From the beginning of the battle to now, Feng Yuhuai has shot out hundreds of fine needles. No one knows how she carries so many silver needles with her or where she hides them.

It's totally unscientific!

Zuo Bai's back muscles immediately tensed up, and while sprinting forward, he casually tore down an oil painting from the wall to block his back.

“Dududududududu——!”

Amidst the dense crashing sounds, the precious oil painting was instantly nailed into a honeycomb.

Zuo Bai took advantage of the situation and spun around, throwing the tattered picture frame towards Feng Yuhuai.

Feng Yuhuai paused for a moment, frowned slightly, and sniffed, as if he smelled several scents of midnight snacks.

Or it was just cooked but no one enjoyed it.

It's a bit strange!

Feng Yuhuai licked his tongue, temporarily suppressed his hungry appetite, and continued to chase Zuo Bai.

In her eyes, the best midnight snack tonight can only be Zuo Bai... I guess.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Zuo Bai dodged and ran upstairs quickly.

……..

upstairs.

It felt like there was a red-hot iron in my mouth, burning from the tip of my tongue to the bottom of my throat. Every time I swallowed my saliva, it felt like swallowing a scalding blade.

The pain was so intense that Feng Ju's head was buzzing, his vision went dark, and all objects in his field of vision were distorted into three or four double images.

Intense dizziness washed over his consciousness like a tide, as if he had taken several bottles of stimulant in a row. He felt light and airy, as if he was walking on cotton, but was also accompanied by severe headaches and nausea.

Even so, Feng Ju still held the corner of the gold safe tightly in his mouth, as if he was biting his own life.

“Hiss… Gurgle…”

In the closed room, a subtle corrosion sound hissed.

Wisps of white smoke carrying a pungent metallic smell curled out from between Feng Ju's lips, which could not be completely closed.

At the corner of the golden cabinet, fine bubbles were constantly emerging from the edge of a thumb-thick erosion hole. Under the continuous action of the "strong acid saliva", the hole was slowly expanding and sinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Feng Ju couldn't see it, but he could feel the hole expanding with the tip of his tongue.

Tears and saliva had long been out of control, forming a sticky stream on his face.

The severe pain on the tongue indicates that the mouth may have been corroded or even ulcerated and perforated.

The extreme pain and dizziness were like two nooses, tearing his nerves to the brink of collapse.

The only belief that kept him going was the faint outline of the parchment scroll visible through the hole.

Hope is in my mouth. As long as I get the scroll, all the pain will be worth it.

"It's almost there, it's almost there, victory is just around the corner!"

Feng Ju was in pain and happy at the same time, and there was a glimmer of hope in his bloodshot eyes.

……..

(End of this chapter)