Chapter 141 Seventeen Departments, can you kill me instantly?
Since Song He was relieved of his post as dean, he has been traveling around China.
When he passed through Feiniao City that day, a flash of silver light suddenly passed by on the bustling street, which made his heart palpitate.
Looking closely, I saw a stunningly beautiful woman with snow-white silver hair walking down the street with a blonde girl.
The woman smiled, her fingertips tapping the street window, and the sunlight cast a layer of gold on the ends of her hair.
Song He's pupils suddenly contracted - he was too familiar with that face.
"Qin Yu'er?"
The scene at the National Football Team's game ten years ago flashed through his mind like thunder.
The girl who had stunned the entire crowd back then was judged as a calamity victim by the Court of Arbitration for displaying a power far beyond her realm, and was eventually sealed in the permafrost of the White Scar of Tianshan Mountain.
He thought he would never see her again in this life.
Song He unconsciously pressed his chest, where a vibration like a drum was coming from.
A sinister thought coiled around him like a venomous snake—if he told the Court of Arbitration about Qin Yu'er's escape...
Song He's breathing also became a little faster, and a gleam of light appeared in his cloudy eyes.
Qin Yuer suddenly stopped and looked back as if she had realized something. Her eyes swept across the bustling crowd like a frosty blade, but she only saw ordinary passers-by coming and going.
"Sister Yu'er?" Ai Li shook their holding hands, with doubts flashing in her blue eyes.
Qin Yu'er withdrew her gaze, frowning slightly: "Nothing."
She gently touched her chest, where there was a trace of inexplicable chill, as if she was being spied on by a poisonous snake.
In an instant, she put on a gentle smile and gently tapped Ai Li's nose with her fingertips: "Are you hungry after walking around for so long, Ai Li?"
"Today I'll take you to try the most famous Ten Fragrant Fish Head in Asuka City."
"Stop talking nonsense!" Ai Li's eyes suddenly lit up, and she excitedly took Qin Yuer's arm.
…
In the night of Paris, Wang Feng followed the guidance of the spiritual mark like a ghost and came to the ancient clock tower.
He looked up at the towering spire of the bell tower, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"Do all assassins like being in high places where it's lonely?"
Before he finished speaking, his figure had already turned into a dark shadow, silently climbing up the mottled stone wall of the bell tower.
At the top of the clock tower, a humble craftsman in black stood facing the wind, looking down at the brightly lit night view of Paris with fascination.
"What a beautiful city!" The humble craftsman stretched out his hands, as if to hold the entire city in his palms. "If we could destroy it at the most brilliant moment, what a beautiful art it would be!"
"Are all the people in the Killer Hall's aesthetics so twisted?"
A teasing voice suddenly sounded behind him, startling the humble craftsman so much that his whole body froze.
He turned around abruptly, his pupils suddenly contracting - Wang Feng had been standing three steps behind him without him knowing. The night wind lifted the corners of his clothes, but it couldn't blow away the suffocating feeling of oppression.
"It's you!" Bei Jiang's voice changed with shock. "The one from the Magic City Clinic."
Memories came flooding back like a tide. In that seemingly ordinary clinic, he felt the threat of death for the first time.
The feeling of fear like a thorn in his back still makes him shudder when he thinks about it.
Wang Feng's smile was so gentle that it was chilling. "I didn't expect that the famous craftsman would still remember a nobody like me. It's such an honor."
"What have you done to me?" The humble craftsman's face was so gloomy that water could drip out of it.
"Hmm." Wang Feng nodded slightly, his eyes gleaming with interest like a cat playing with mouse.
A glint of ruthlessness flashed through the craftsman's triangular eyes, and the corners of his mouth twisted into a ferocious arc: "I don't know what you want me to do, but..." His voice suddenly rose, "You'd better die!"
At this moment, the shadow behind Wang Feng began to move strangely.
A human-shaped black shadow that blended perfectly with the darkness appeared out of thin air, with a pitch-black dagger in its hand glowing faintly, stabbing at the back of Wang Feng's neck as fast as lightning!
"bite--"
There was a crisp sound of collision, and the dagger stopped abruptly just an inch away from Wang Feng's skin, as if it had pierced an invisible wall.
Wang Feng didn't even raise his eyelids, his eyes were shining with silver light, and a playful arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"You're pretty good at playing Night Fury. Do you have any other tricks?" He crossed his arms and looked at the other person calmly.
The craftsman's pupils contracted violently, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.
His most proud Dark Erosion and Night Fury techniques - these two skills that allowed him to sit firmly on the throne of a master killer and even successfully assassinate two super-class mages, were now easily blocked by the opponent.
What's even more terrifying is that this mysterious healer actually reveals the true name of his ability!
The humble craftsman gritted his teeth, and suddenly a thick black mist like ink burst out from his body, instantly engulfing the entire space on the top floor of the clock tower.
The starlight and lights were all extinguished, leaving only endless darkness.
A strange black pool emerged under Wang Feng's feet, and sticky mud wrapped around his legs like a living thing.
"Nyx Rule - Black Demon Pond!"
Dozens of figures, real or fake, appeared in the darkness, each holding a dagger that flickered with dim light, stabbing at Wang Feng from all directions.
The shrieking sound of the blade breaking through the air echoed in the enclosed dark space, like hundreds of ghosts crying at night.
"Interesting." Wang Feng observed his surroundings with great interest. "The perfect fusion of the Shadow System's concealment and the Chaos System's virtual-real conversion created this Shadow Realm."
He even clapped his hands leisurely, "It's worthy of being the signature skill of a master assassin."
"Shuashuashua——"
Countless daggers suddenly froze just an inch away from Wang Feng's skin, as if piercing into an invisible wall of elements.
"What kind of monster is this!"
The humble craftsman's true form was hidden in the depths of darkness, with cold sweat running down his back.
The killing move that he was so proud of couldn't even touch the corner of his opponent's clothes!
What made him even more horrified was that the defensive methods used to block the attacks were completely different each time - Water Defense, Rock Barrier, Light Protection, Thunder Shield, Fire Curtain, Ice Armor, Vine Entanglement, and Sky Mark.
"What? You don't want to continue?" Wang Feng raised the corner of his mouth with a sarcastic arc.
Wang Feng slowly lowered his arms, his gaze piercing somewhere in the darkness like a knife.
"Now that you've had enough fun." He took a step forward, and the Black Demon Pond beneath his feet instantly solidified into ice. "It's my turn now."
The humble craftsman's hair stood on end, and he turned around to escape into the shadows, but he was horrified to find that a pool of black magic had appeared under his feet without him knowing when - and the darkness was even thicker than the one he had cast.
He struggled desperately, but was unable to move like a fly trapped in amber.
"No! Don't come over here!" The voice of the humble craftsman was filled with tears. "I have no grudge against you."
Wang Feng's pace was neither hurried nor slow, and every step seemed to be stepping on Bei Jiang's heartbeat. "A killer said such words." He chuckled, "Don't you think it's ridiculous?"
"I'll give you whatever you want! Money? Intelligence? Magic resources?" the humble craftsman shouted hysterically.
Wang Feng finally stopped in front of him, his hand extended in the moonlight, as graceful as a chess piece. "What I want," his five fingers suddenly folded together, "is your life."
“Crack—”
The last thing the humble craftsman saw was a column of blood gushing out of his headless body.
In the moment before the darkness swallowed his consciousness, he vaguely heard Wang Feng's whisper:
"I have seventeen departments, can you kill me in one second?"
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(End of this chapter)
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