Chapter 146: Dark Nest (Tell me where the leader is)
A light source appeared ahead.
Faint light shone through the gap in the heavy door and fell onto the ground. The rough stone door is tightly closed, making people dream back to ancient times, but the dense patterns on it highlight the unique characteristics of the era of supernatural powers.
Shi Xu raised his hand and fell into deep thought along with the flying insects resting on his fingertips and the ball of light above his head.
There is no doubt that this is the last threshold to enter the Dark Nest. As long as they pushed open this stone door, which was heavy enough to make a loud scratching sound on the ground, they could truly sneak into this place.
So the question is, after a stone door that makes a loud noise is pushed open, what will appear in front of them is the empty Dark Nest, or a bunch of cultists holding weapons and staring at the three of them?
Ouch, that's hard to guess.
"That's a bit too much." Shi Xu kept smiling. "According to the plot of the comics, shouldn't it be easy to sneak into the boss' lair? The journey to the West wouldn't put two difficulties so close together."
"How about charging in?" the light ball gave an innocent suggestion.
Shi Xu declined: "That's so presumptuous."
"As the saying goes, there must be an antidote within seven steps. Look at the patterns on this stone door. Aren't they very similar to the patterns on the cultists' uniforms?" The young man pointed at the door through the air.
"Use energy to mold a robe." He said, "The same one we saw in the illusion last time."
The ball of light began to recall that during the Battle of Zhuolu, the cultist who was deceived was fortunate enough to be remembered by it and was stripped of his black robe. There does seem to be some mysterious gilded patterns on the top, but they are not very conspicuous and are hidden in the shadows along with the wide hood.
That should be a symbol of internal members. Cult members flock to this just to gain greater power.
"No wonder you said you wanted to plunder a functional ability." The light ball held its breath and began to fabricate, "So you want to use it here."
Shi Xu nodded happily, and faint energy fluctuations began to condense in his hands. He sighed in disappointment: "It's a pity that this method can't be used too many times. What a pity, it's such a useful skill, it seems that the end of the super monster is to be banned."
After all, it is a very unusual way of death. The first time is okay, the second time is suspicious, and the third time will arouse vigilance, even for some second-rate guys. As the saying goes, three times is better than four times...
"Mission accomplished!" the ball of light breathed a sigh of relief.
In Shi Xu's hand, a black robe as smooth as water quietly appeared. It felt soft and had an expensive texture. The wide hood could cover the entire face tightly.
The gilded patterns were several times more exaggerated and gorgeous than what I remembered, and were almost a one-to-one replica of the stone gate.
The young man picked up the cloth, lowered his eyes to look at the robe, and then raised the corners of his lips with satisfaction.
"Yeah...that's it. You'd better be cautious when you go out."
With a wave of his hand, the black robe easily covered his body and dropped to his ankles. The dark knot at the collar was tied inside, and the hood was lifted and covered on his head, falling down to cover half of his face, revealing only the vague whiteness of the lower half and the raised lips. The gilded embroidery immediately became a foil. He looked like someone in a high position in the Dark Nest, and his whole body was filled with careless arrogance.
The flying insects swayed and stopped to one side, watching the scene in silence. I just feel that temperament is something that is innate. At first glance, who can tell the difference between a fair guy and a villain?
"If you are recognized, just kill him directly?"
Shi Xu said in a brisk tone.
"Who asked them not to cooperate?"
On the other side of the headset, Wumatu's calm breathing paused.
Now it's more like that. He thought.
——
The stone door was pushed open.
The moment Shi Xu covered his hand wrapped in invisible energy, a crisp "click" sound rang beside his ear. As if authentication was passed, the patterns on the door flickered for a moment, and then it opened obediently.
The true appearance of this nest is about to be revealed.
It was indeed an eye-catching movement. The ball of light silently shrank into its partner's shoulder socket, allowing the dense black robe to cover it together, even though no one could see it.
The flying insect controlled by Wuma Tu landed on Shi Xu's fingertips, and was casually lifted up by the young man and placed in front of his lower abdomen. The small black shadow had the same social phobia as the original body, and flew to the man's back and stuck tightly to avoid the upcoming series of attention from inside the door.
Shi Xu didn't care. He put down his hands and subconsciously clenched his fingertips, allowing his nails to sink in and cause dull pain, but he just stared at the stone door from beginning to end.
What happens next? He thought so.
As the stimulation from the light increased, it turned into pure pleasure, floating nakedly in his chest and causing chaos. He did not feel any tension for a moment, and could only squint his eyes to endure this surging...unknown emotion.
He couldn't help but look forward to it.
Could it be a sudden attack after discovering his identity? Or bow and lower your head obediently after a glance? Either way, it serves no purpose other than to arouse greater pleasure.
Or maybe there is no one at all… The extremely arrogant cultists think that no one can invade this place, so they didn’t even set up the necessary guards at the door. And when they find that an unknown person has invaded the key area, what kind of interesting expression will be revealed on that pale face that has always been covered by the cloak?
Regardless, it's very interesting.
The stone door opened.
What followed were slightly suspicious glances, mixed with humility, arrogance and various complicated emotions, which all came after the person behind the door was revealed.
There were various people dressed in black robes, with gold-plated patterns that were either complex or simple, and with postures that were either arrogant or humble, all looking towards the same location at the moment.
"Who is that?" a shrill voice sounded.
Behind the stone door was a slender figure, clad in a shiny black robe. The ancient embroidery pattern and the figure were hidden in the shadows behind the door and could not be seen clearly. All that was known was that his aura was extraordinary, which made the gorgeous gilt robe seem like a foil, reflecting the flowing light silently in the eyes of others.
"... the embroidery on his robe." A very low voice said, "What level is this?"
"I don't know, I've never seen it." Another person whispered, "I've never seen such detailed embroidery, it's really - the ambition is obvious, the person is here now, isn't he afraid...?"
"…When did this person appear here?"
"Speak softly." One person scolded, "Since you can come in, it means we can't afford to offend you. Aren't you afraid of death?"
The young man raised his eyes.
The tangible pressure and gaze fell on everyone as he glanced at them nonchalantly.
It was as if he was selecting something that suited his taste. Even though those eyes were hidden in the shadows and he couldn't see everything, it was enough to make people clearly feel the horror of being stared at by someone in a higher position. It's like peeling off a person's skin and looking directly at the flesh, peeking into their inner selves.
More like being able to literally peel off their skin with ease.
The discussion that had originally started suddenly became silent, and even breathing became inaudible. The distinguished person frowned, looked around hesitantly and thought, but did not speak first.
And the young man seemed to be waiting for something.
So after a long period of dead silence, a cultist smiled stiffly, grovelled and asked tentatively: "This elder...?"
The gaze stayed on him for a long time without saying a word. A drop of cold sweat gathered on the cultist's forehead. The curve of his mouth was exaggerated to the point of being hypocritical. He didn't dare to relax even if no one saw it.
His companion gave him a sympathetic look. He wanted to cry but had no tears left and was about to repeat himself: "This..."
The figure moved.
Then, what reached everyone's ears was the elegant voice of a young man with a faint smile, which sounded unexpectedly young.
"What are you doing?"
The young man stepped out from the shadows, his head slightly tilted, as if he was curious about the reason for everyone's silence. The lower half of his face, which was exposed to people's sight, was pale, with a relaxed smile at the corner of his lips, and he was as young as his voice.
No one responded to him, but they all stared at him closely. The torches burning on the wall crackled, and sparks jumped into the air, fell, and then died.
So the young man stopped smiling suddenly, the corners of his lips curled down, he looked a little aggrieved, and asked like a good-tempered and gentle young man: "Why don't you say anything..."
"Did my arrival disturb your enjoyment?"
The invisible sense of oppression that had been gathering in the air seemed to dissipate as he showed weakness, as if it was an illusion.
Still no one spoke.
The scene came to a standstill. A high-ranking cultist turned his head and looked down at the young man with his nose in disapproval, with his usual condescending attitude, and snorted coldly from his nose. In the quiet environment where one could hear a pin drop, it was like a slap through the air, landing on the face of this person who had never been seen before.
Just like a beginning, the stagnant scene began a second commotion, only this time it was tainted with evil. The fellow who sneered should be the person with the most superior status here. The others looked at his expression and reacted in the same way as he did, laughing dryly and surrounding him in agreement.
The young man stopped talking. He turned his head, shifted his gaze slightly, and stared at the person who sneered with an expressionless face.
The cultist who spoke first swallowed his saliva and was about to break the weird atmosphere and act like a professional supporting actor to reply to the young man's words.
He has always been good at judging people, which is why he successfully advanced into the Dark Nest. Besides, it doesn't matter if the high-ranking cultists don't care about anything. He is just afraid that his momentary relief will lead to disaster.
But he still didn't say anything this time.
Before he could even utter a word, he was choked by the next scene and almost died.
“——!!”
The first thing that was heard was a scream.
There were the "puff" and "puff" sounds of piercing the flesh, and the silk thread was stained with a few drops of bright red blood, and the invisible became visible, just like a spider silk-like web, bursting out from the young man's hand in an instant, piercing the joints of the limbs, and lifting up the high-ranking cultist who was sneering like a string of beads, hanging in the air, shaking, screaming and wailing.
Blood drops fell to the ground and blossomed into blood flowers. Tick-tock sounded.
All this happened in just a moment.
Someone was terrified, his pupils twitching as he reflected the picture, his mouth wide open but no sound came out, he stepped backwards with a "ho ho" and stepped on his cloak and fell to the ground in embarrassment.
Then came the second person, the third person, the fourth person... All those who had laughed sarcastically retreated in panic, but were still pierced through the joints by the ubiquitous silk threads, and were hung in the air like puppets, howling miserably.
The postures are different and the scenes are weird.
The stone door closed quietly.
"Why are you ignoring me... Really, I can't stand the cold violence in the workplace."
The young man with the silk thread wrapped around his fingertips lowered his head and his face could not be seen clearly. A slight pull on his finger caused a terrible cry. He picked up his fingers casually as if he was playing with a toy, and his tone sounded very aggrieved.
Someone waved his hand hard to fight back, but the attack wrapped in thick black energy disappeared before it reached the young man, as if it was swallowed up by an unknown existence. Although it did not arouse any threat, the man still suffered a more severe lesson. He was hanging in the air with his head drooping, dying, and his life or death was uncertain.
A strong smell of blood filled the air.
Other cultists noticed something was wrong and rushed over, but were completely shocked by the scene in front of them. They stared with their eyes almost popped out, and dared not come forward, but just huddled there, at a loss as to what to do. The remaining group of people went to seek help.
The young man did not stop.
"So, can you answer the questions now?"
He raised his head, hooked his fingertips, and pulled the thread into the high-ranking cultist in the middle of the spider web, asking softly while the other's expression was ferocious due to pain.
The lower half of his face, which was exposed again, had an expression that was completely opposite to his tone.
He arched his brows and smiled happily, which was filled with undisguised pure malice, and chuckled as if he was looking at a stupid lamb that jumped into a trap on its own initiative.
"tell me."
"Where is the leader?"
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