Chapter 57: The Prolock (8) Now he is in control of the field...
Sometimes Xu Du’s sharp comments are indeed very close to the facts.
The Prolock, the subject of this strange story, possessed a consciousness that closely resembled the human image of an octopus, only even more twisted and deformed, brimming with a chaos that eroded sanity. The churning flesh and blood squeezed the hull, causing the entire cruise ship to tilt violently.
Countless tentacles entangled themselves like water ghosts, circling the outer periphery of the cruise ship, tightening continuously until the hard metal was dented. Scarlet eyeballs were embedded between the textures of the flesh, almost countless, and sticky eye fluid flowed down.
The Plock, known as the city on the sea, looked tiny and fragile in front of the huge monster. The night sky was replaced by a dark red color, completely obscured by the monster's body.
It started raining again on the sea tonight. The rain was so heavy that the huge waves were about to swallow up the entire cruise ship.
In the A class on the top floor of the Prolock, several passengers had become crazy and mad because of the involuntary gaze. Their bulging eyes were wide open, their expressions were full of ferociousness, and they muttered incoherent words, and blood kept flowing from their noses and ears.
The straight figure standing by the fence revealed an incompatible sobriety. His slender hands held the umbrella handle, and the black umbrella was opened above his head. The noisy sound of rain fell on his head and feet. He raised the umbrella while looking up, and saw a dark red sky.
Fei was wearing the same long black windbreaker he had worn when he came. The wild wind made the hem of his coat rustle, but his figure remained upright and unshakable, as if he had just come out to see the scenery impromptu and had not noticed any elements of the terrifying situation at all.
The swinging tentacles slammed heavily on the ground, like a nimble python in hunting mode, brushing past Zifei several times. It wandered everywhere, greedily searching for prey.
Fei still stood there quietly, seemingly waiting for a good opportunity to strike. The system waited for a while but didn't see his next move, so it asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Fei calmly glanced at the monster that was beginning to dismantle the ship. Its slippery skin made it hard to step on. "The consciousness is too noisy. I'm afraid it will throw me into the sea."
System: [...You want to step on it?]
"You guessed right."
Fei once again took out the space transfer prop. Instead of putting away the umbrella, he crushed the conversion ball in his hand. The feeling under his feet suddenly changed, and it became so slippery that it was difficult to maintain balance. He guided the shadow to cover the area where he was standing.
The shadow he controlled expanded outward until it enveloped the monster's entire body. His control wasn't complete, and Ke Fei could still sense its wrath. He could end this farce immediately, but he wanted to confirm one thing.
The overall system of the Kwaidan game describes his past as the only master of the Kwaidan world, so he should be able to do more than just influencing conscious beings.
What would happen if he were to swallow up the entire scope of the domain and swallow up this weird story?
And Fei took his own action. The infiltrating shadow spread on the sea surface at his request. He felt every breath of the waves. The shadow spread non-stop until it could no longer move forward and touched the clear boundary of the domain.
The monster's body began to tremble, and it uttered one syllable after another that humans could not understand. This alone was enough to torture the passengers. What it could not understand was how this human could be safe and sound.
"You seem confused." Fei stood on the monster's tentacle that wrapped around the cruise ship, holding an umbrella. It tried to swing the tentacle and wanted to throw him down, but was suppressed angrily. The vertically rising sea water dragged its body.
The fierce rain gradually subsided, and the strong winds and huge waves that were about to overturn the cruise ship returned to calm at some point. Fei could feel the panic of the consciousness. After all, it was he who was controlling the things in the field, not it.
Fei took a few steps forward and finally stepped firmly on the guardrail at the edge. Then he turned around and the monster's huge compound eyes were right in front of him. They were several times larger than those of an adult, and the outline of a thin male figure was clearly visible.
As he reached out to touch it, he mercilessly ordered the consciousness: "Shrink your size and crawl into my hand."
The consciousness wanted to struggle a few more times, but Fei just stared at it indifferently. Countless cracks suddenly appeared on the surface of the monster's rectangular pupils, as if it would collapse into pieces in the next moment.
The entire body turned into a collapsed sculpture.
In an instant, the obedient consciousness shrank into a small ball according to his thoughts, occupying only half of his palm. There was no trace of the arrogance just now, and it looked pitiful as if it was being coerced, as if it was about to be served on the table.
The consciousness in the form of a mini octopus curled up, not daring to move even a little. Fei let it hold his wrist. The cold and slippery touch stuck tightly to his skin, and he could even feel the suction cups beating like walking on thin ice.
Fei stood on the top deck of the cruise ship. He lowered his eyes to look at the bottomless sea. The mist was still spreading endlessly, making it impossible to see anything below, whether it was the ferry docked at the shore or the deep sea where people were drowning.
He looked down, expressionlessly folding the open black umbrella. When he let go, the umbrella fell to the deck, and at the same time, the right leg that was on the railing took a step forward.
His figure then suddenly disappeared from the spot.
[What! Fei Shen, is this the way you said you were going to leave?! Jumping directly into the sea, what a guy! (stunned)]
[Don’t go, Brother Fei… Will my husband come back? I’ll miss you TT]
[Okay, the forums are about to start arguing again. First, how did Brother Fei manage to provide the supermodel delay, then whether the old thief will let Fei come back, and the new power added that the S-level ghost story consciousness can also be controlled. The One True God is still exerting his strength! (Unconscious)]
[Is it surprising? Well, it's quite shocking. Regarding the new chapter, I only have one thing to say: God Fei is great and needs no further explanation.]
[The old thief is like Fei Ge Meng Nan... Counting the previous work, not to mention controlling sentient beings, no one else can be so leisurely in the field of S-level ghost stories except Fei. Every shot is so handsome, our Fei Ge looks like he is here to shoot a fashion blockbuster.]
There were vague barrages of images quickly passing through his field of vision, but they were not so clear during the fall. Fei certainly did not fall into the sea. He was standing on the platform on the shore.
The comic seemed to show the whole process, but Fei was not interested in paying attention. He saw a familiar figure not far away.
It is indeed true.
"I thought you were going to ignore the Ninth Day and run away with the money."
If the studio members hadn't suddenly encountered an emergency and hadn't been able to contact him after searching for a long time, Shen Que really wouldn't have known that Bo Bei had actually entered the realm of high-risk ghost stories again. "Xiao Yu is here too, right? I really don't think you would come out specially on the weekend."
Shen Que saw that the young version of the consciousness hanging on Fei's wrist was a little unrecognizable. He stared at it for a while, then suddenly narrowed his eyes, "Could this be Plock's ugly octopus?"
Fei responded, stretched out his hand and handed the consciousness directly to Shen Que. He said slowly: "When you came out, you complained for a long time. Now is your chance for revenge."
"So you're thinking of using this thing as food?" Shen Que said jokingly. He poked the octopus and sighed at the docile appearance of the consciousness. "It's really ugly, but don't you feel uncomfortable?"
Fei, whose wrist was wet and slippery, said: "It's okay, it actually feels a bit like jelly."
Shen Que: “…Okay.”
Now that he had seen the person and confirmed that nothing was wrong with his friend, and that his consciousness was under control and would not cause any trouble, Shen Que naturally prepared to go back. However, before he turned around, Fei suddenly called out to him, "Shen Que."
It was rare for Fei to call him by his full name.
It sounded like he had something important to discuss with him. Shen Que was just about to ask him what was wrong, but before he could finish his words, Fei completed the second half of the sentence: "I'm going to be away for a while."
The sudden words made Shen Que's thoughts freeze for a moment, and then he slowly recovered. What he was about to say was hastily swallowed back into his throat. His attitude became obviously serious, "You are going to the world of ghost stories."
"No, Bai Bei." Shen Que directly expressed his disapproval. He frowned subconsciously, "Although I don't know how you managed to avoid being wiped out before, and I don't know why you suddenly made such a decision."
"But you absolutely cannot. If you stay in that world for a long time, the damage to your body will surely become more and more serious, and you may even die. So no matter what the reason is, I will stop you."
Fei thought for a moment, and finally tried to explain to change Shen Que's idea: "It's different from what you think. I won't be affected. Besides, I won't joke with my life."
Shen Que had no expression on his face: "Do you think I'm a fool?"
Fei: "...Shen Que."
Fei: "To be honest, I am not a human being."
This was a bit like an inexplicable curse on himself, but Shen didn't laugh. Or maybe combined with his friend's frequent pseudo-human behavior, he felt a little reasonable. "I remember that everything outside of the strange creatures will be eliminated. Are you a strange creature?"
“…I haven’t figured it out completely yet, but it shouldn’t be.”
"So, since you're so confident, you not only logged in outside the game, but also stayed there for a while?"
"Yes, that's why I said it would be fine."
Shen Que tugged at the octopus's tentacles in a slightly irritated manner, nearly pulling them off with such force as to vent his frustration. He sighed, then resignedly asked, "Is this for Xiaoyu, or did the Operations Department tell you something?"
"It's probably because of Shi Yu." Fei thought about it and decided to explain in more detail. He explained, "The invasion of strange stories is entering a new phase. They will descend en masse, but our world is not yet able to cope with the frequent appearance of high-risk strange stories."
"I promised my adoptive parents that I would take good care of Shi Yu and let him grow up healthy and safe. I have a way to delay the fusion of the two worlds, but the prerequisite is that I must return to that world, and only then can I find a way to stop everything."
After Fei finished speaking, he looked at Shen Que again. He was the companion and close friend he had chosen personally, and this time he still entrusted his trust to him. "While I'm away, I have to find a suitable person to help me look after him, and there are some things that need to be finished."
He continued, "I need you, Shen Que."
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The author has something to say: Don’t underestimate the bond between our close friends! (Not really)
The CB friendship line that goes both ways is really hard to refuse...
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