Chapter 8
The figure hidden in the black fog gradually emerged. There was no expression on his god-like face, but there was a hint of joy on his face when Wen Bei looked at him.
He snorted and chuckled, as if watching a struggling little bird fall into the palm of his hand.
Wen Bei felt that the oxygen was rapidly decreasing, and instinctively wanted to pry the man's big palm away, but his strength was not enough to move it at all. A bright red spread across his fingertips and the corners of his eyes, like an extremely beautiful flower that was quickly withering.
This kind of broken beauty does not arouse any sympathy from the people in front of him, but instead intensifies the desire to abuse him.
So beautiful.
Qiu Tin looked at him, an unknown curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.
Of course, flowers will only emit a decadent fragrance when their petals are broken and crushed.
If it were someone else, their brain might have started to become chaotic until all the oxygen was deprived, but Wen Bei calmed down instead.
Every time he faces death, his desire to survive and his rational control over his body reach their peak.
He suddenly loosened his hand that was trying to pry the man's wrist, and dropped it vertically, as if he had lost all life and strength to struggle.
At the moment when Qiu Ting showed a bored expression, his right hand stretched out slightly behind his back and directly grasped the black dagger that had been hidden at his waist. He used his last bit of strength to quickly slash towards the man's aorta, and at the same time, his feet swept directly towards his lower body.
He didn't pray that such an attack would hurt him, but it was enough to force the man to step back and let go.
The moment he stepped back, he was like a nimble rabbit escaping from an eagle's claws, and his shoulder moved to the side to avoid the attack from the black fog. The attack that was originally intended to hit his heart only scratched his shoulder, seeping out a little blood.
The moment he smelled the blood, Qiu Ting's eyes blurred for a moment, and the terrifying black fog behind him twisted and emitted a cold aura.
In less than a second, Wen Bei had retreated several steps away.
Cold sweat dripped from his chin until it reached his collarbone and then disappeared. His black hair hung down slightly, making him look well-behaved. However, his upturned cat-like eyes suddenly revealed a look of provocation and arrogance. "Come here."
This is a daring gamble.
He was betting that the man wouldn't be able to leave the area beneath his feet.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have used the black mist to pull him closer in the first place.
The black fog seemed powerless after it dissipated, otherwise the attack would not have landed on his shoulder but directly hit his heart.
The man in front of him really wanted to kill him.
Wen Bei's already disheveled clothes looked even more disheveled. He arched his brows, his pretty face still flushed with a freshly pinched blush. He looked like a bewitching enchantress from an ancient storybook. His breath was alluring, but his words were thick with mockery: "It turned out to be just bluffing."
The anger of being almost killed just now lingered in his heart, and there was no warmth in Wen Bei's eyes.
Qiu Ting stared at him for a long time. The black fog behind him expanded several times, twisting and shaking horribly and hideously, as if it was clamoring for him every second.
Kill him! Kill him! Kill him!
But the man didn't move, and the young man's face was clearly reflected in his black-haired and red eyes.
His eyes were clearly as dead as a pool of water, yet they inexplicably made people feel terrified. The red color seemed to have been stained with blood, and was filled with murderous intent.
A chill as if being stared into the abyss spread in his heart. He did nothing but felt an extremely oppressive pressure. However, the only young man who was looking at him was not afraid.
The scene felt strangely disjointed.
Like a weak newborn lamb, it remains indifferent in the face of a mad wolf with sharp fangs.
After confirming that he couldn't follow, Wen Bei confidently and boldly left his back to him.
The basement returned to its initial silence.
I don’t know how much time passed, but the man who was about to be wrapped in the black fog again finally moved.
He looked down at the palm of his hand, where there was a little bloodstain left by Wen Bei. It was originally warm, but now it was only cold. The fragrance had not yet dissipated, and it was so sweet that it made people feel uneasy.
It was a fragrance he had never smelled before.
Qiu Tin stared intently, then suddenly lowered his head, his face almost touching the palm of his hand. He took a deep breath, and an obsessive look suddenly appeared on his pale face, an enthusiasm that was almost perverted.
It smells so good.
...
Wen Bei didn't know what happened in the basement after he left. He kept going up the stairs and left this dark and uncomfortable basement.
The mechanism on the rockery closed again as soon as it was touched.
When Wen Bei turned around, a small figure suddenly appeared in his sight.
The rabbit housekeeper's three-petal mouth moved, as if angry and helpless: "Did you meet him?"
Wen Bei calmed down: "Well, why did you hide it from me?"
He was in no hurry to ask the rabbit butler who that person was.
He had just escaped from the gaze of those red eyes that looked like the devil from hell himself, and now when he saw the rabbit housekeeper's red eyes that belonged to the big white rabbit, he suddenly felt very familiar.
The rabbit butler's big ears drooped, and he nervously grabbed his ears: "I just don't want you to get hurt."
Wen Bei touched his neck, which was covered with purple fingerprints, which looked particularly glaring on his fair skin.
He raised his eyebrows slightly: "I already know about this dangerous person. Now can you tell me about this basement?"
The rabbit housekeeper had arrived fuming, but now his aura was completely overwhelmed, like a child being called on by the teacher for a question. He twitched his ears nervously, "That man's name is Qiu Tinge. He's the sworn enemy of the previous owner of the inn, and it was the previous owner who sealed him in the basement. That's all I know about him. He's a complete lunatic."
"The previous boss?" Wen Bei's focus shifted.
The rabbit housekeeper's three-petal mouth moved: "You are the second owner of this hotel. The previous owner has passed away. This hotel is his last legacy."
Wen Bei looked back and saw that the hotel's retro and shabby appearance looked even more miserable in the night.
Wen Bei: "...Heartblood?"
Is this the hotel that can't even pay salaries?
The rabbit housekeeper was questioned and opened his big ears: "The hotel was not like this before! It had the most gorgeous appearance! It had the most healing hot spring in the world..."
It is a hotel that brings countless hopes wherever you go.
The rabbit is not interested in bringing hope to humans, it just wants to restore the hotel to its former glory.
Before it could finish its words, it was interrupted by Wen Bei's yawn.
The beauty under the moon was so sleepy that her eyelashes, curled like butterfly wings, were stained with small water droplets, and her cat's eyes became misty. She looked pitiful standing in the sea of flowers.
Wen Bei raised the corners of his lips slightly and winked playfully at the rabbit housekeeper: "Okay, it's time to say goodnight."
...
The giant fly hovered in the air, its countless compound eyes clearly seeing the three humans below who were fleeing like ants.
It stretched out its long predatory organ, its half-rotten flesh emitting a foul odor. It was about to pierce through one of the humans. The other child beside it quickly closed its eyes and used its supernatural power - [Clear].
A layer of transparent substance invisible to the naked eye suddenly covered the space between the three people, and their presence was reduced to the lowest level. Even if they were still standing there, they were like a stone on the side of the road and could not attract any attention.
But he was just a child after all, and his supernatural power could not last too long. The layer of transparent substance began to crumble after ten minutes.
The big fly in the sky was still unwilling to miss any details. It lost sight of its prey in an instant, flew around anxiously, and made an unpleasant buzzing sound.
The rotten flesh on the body also fell off from time to time as it moved at high speed, and was then licked up by the weeds on the roadside.
The two children looked up at their father with pale faces.
Due to pollution, their skin has turned into a strange deathly white, even their pupils are white, and their hair is as pale as that of an albinos, and they are as cold as plaster dolls.
The adult leading them was just an ordinary person whose pollution level was less than 50. The only thing he could do was squat down and hug the two children tightly: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's almost dawn."
But his voice couldn't stop trembling.
The sunrise had just begun, and the moment the sky was bright, the ugly giant fly finally left unwillingly.
The moment it left, the transparent substance on the three people finally broke apart.
They were once again exposed to the sight of many filth.
The man touched the two children's heads with his scarred hands and said, "Very good. Very impressive."
The twins had identical smiles on their faces, even the curvature was exactly the same.
At the same time, the consequence of overdrawing their supernatural powers again was that the values on the bracelets on their hands rose again, jumping from 61 to 63.
Seeing this scene, the man almost collapsed. He wished he was the polluter. Even if this trip meant turning him from a polluter into filth, he would risk his life to send the two children to the base.
Unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned, as they had run out of food and water, and even though the distance shown on the map was less than three days away, they couldn’t make it.
Not all filth avoids light. Some filth becomes more active during the day. He looked at the glaring sun as if he was staring at the sword of Damocles hanging above his head.
The man took out the gun, which contained the last three bullets, which he left for himself and his child.
He stretched out his hand tremblingly, and just as he was about to aim at one of the twins, a piece of paper suddenly flew in front of him.
When the paper flew over, it came with special effects and music. The cheerful music was out of tune with the gloomy atmosphere around it.
The two children were attracted by the scene and quickly raised their heads, staring without blinking.
Ding Ding Dong! Ding Ding Dong! Congratulations on the grand opening of our hotel! Come in now and get a small gift when you spend money!
A look of horror appeared on the man's face. "What is this?"
The paper fluttered and fell in front of them.
There was a small map displayed on it, and a few large words were written on it: [Hotel Flyer]
The author has something to say:
This is a free flyer issued before the newbie gift package.
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