"Lu Jing! You fucking want to die!" Chu Yuan reacted with lightning speed. Before his angry curse had even finished, his burly body had already retreated half a step like a cannonball.
Instead of retreating, he advanced and stomped down with his right foot.
With a loud "boom," the bluestone slab beneath Chu Yuan's feet shattered, and spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly.
Amidst the flying sand and gravel, he twisted his waist and hips, and an iron fist covered by a tactical glove, carrying a terrifying force capable of shattering steel plates, fiercely met the pale white whip shadow!
It wasn't a block, it was a head-on collision!
"Bang—Crack!"
The dull thud and the tooth-grinding crack of bones breaking exploded almost simultaneously, the air rippled visible as it was compressed by the violent force.
The true form of the pale white whip was finally revealed—it was a bizarre bone whip made up of tightly strung pale white bones.
The whip tip, like a venomous snake's tongue, was being fiercely struck by Chu Yuan's furious straight punch.
The immense force instantly caused several finger bones to crack, and a small section even flew off, spinning and embedding itself in the trunk of a nearby dead locust tree.
The bone whip recoiled sharply as if in pain, and Lu Jing's figure stopped a few meters away.
He was rather thin, wearing an oversized black hoodie with the hood pulled low, revealing only a pale, thin chin and two thin, blood-red lips.
Soon, Lu Jing looked up, licked his lips, and let out a low, pleasant laugh, like a venomous snake rubbing against the sand: "Tsk tsk, Chu Manzi's fists are still so hard..."
However, breaking my 'little treasure' will come at a price, you know?
With a flick of his wrist, the bone whip twisted and coiled back around his arm as if it were alive, and the shattered finger bones slowly healed themselves with a chilling "clucking" sound.
Chu Yuan shook his wrist, which was numb from the shock, and his eyes were as fierce as a raging lion: "Mad dog! You're lucky you didn't get killed at the 'Frostblood Altar' last time!"
This godforsaken place is perfect as a graveyard for you, you piece of trash!
The gunpowder smell was so strong that it would explode at the slightest touch.
The surrounding players, including a fat man who was so frightened that he almost collapsed to the ground, subconsciously took a few steps back, afraid of being torn apart by the aftershocks of the battle between these two menacing figures.
This is terrible! Why did I have to be assigned to be with these two people?
Among the players present, who didn't recognize Chu Yuan of the Dark Chaser Mercenary Group and Lu Jing, the 'Fool'? These two were both renowned figures on the combat power rankings, yet they were at odds with each other.
It's fair to say that even Xiao Jin, who tops the list, isn't as popular as these two.
However, these two are also the ones that other players least want to encounter.
One has no sense of right and wrong, and the other is a pervert who does whatever he wants. Anyway, if you run into them, you can only blame yourself for being unlucky.
“What bad luck…” Clearly, Liu Man, who was standing to the side with a dark expression, thought the same thing.
This interruption meant I didn't get the answer I wanted.
Xiao Jin's gaze, like the most precise scanner, coldly swept over Chu Yuan's fist, which contained explosive power, and then over the pure and twisted malice emanating from Lu Jing's strangely writhing bone whip.
"The residual energy field is stable, and the spatial folding point has solidified. The ambient humidity is 87%, the oxygen content is 17% below normal, and there is interference from unknown inert particles..."
Preliminary assessment identifies this as a highly supernatural complex instance, danger level: A+.
At this moment, a calm, almost rigid voice rang out from behind Xiao Jin, carrying a strange calming power that instantly diluted the murderous intent that was about to erupt again between Chu Yuan and Lu Jing.
Zhan Wenzhen pushed up his old-fashioned gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze behind the lenses sharp and focused as he surveyed every detail of the old house.
He wore a faded beige trench coat, his figure was slender, and his calm demeanor was out of place in this ghostly realm.
When his gaze swept over Xiao Jin, his eyes behind his glasses seemed to flicker slightly, and he nodded very slightly as if to greet her.
Xiao Jin was the same.
She couldn't help but feel relieved; at least it wasn't entirely unreliable. This instance clearly leaned towards puzzle-solving, which wasn't her forte.
Zhan Wenchen's appearance did not cause much of a stir, but the one who followed him immediately caught the attention of both Xiao Jin and Liu Man.
It was a man in a smart white suit, walking calmly through the mess of gravel and dust.
He was tall and elegant, with an innate air of nobility in his gait, as if he were strolling through a high-society banquet garden rather than entering a gloomy haunted house.
The other person wore a faint, perfectly measured, aloof smile, their eyes gentle and unfathomable.
However, the moment Wen Baiqiu's figure came into Liu Man's view—
Time seemed to freeze for a moment.
The cold, gloomy facade on Liu Man's face shattered instantly, like ice being struck by a stone!
Her unfathomable eyes widened to their limit, her pupils contracting violently, as if she had seen a demon crawling out of hell.
All the coldness, gloom, and probing were replaced in a fraction of a second by a pure, deep-seated fear.
That still-charming face suddenly lost all color, turning deathly pale.
Liu Man didn't even make a sound. Her body reacted before her mind could react, and she staggered like a rat that had been branded with a hot iron.
She almost frantically scrambled to her feet and quickly retreated into the shadows at the very edge of the crowd.
After hiding, Liu Man pressed her back against the cold, slippery wall, gasping for breath, trying to completely blend herself into the darkness, her hands clenched tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms.
“How could it be him… No… Impossible… Wasn’t he dead?” Liu Man repeated softly over and over again.
This dramatic loss of composure, swift as lightning, was laid bare in Xiao Jin's hawk-like eyes.
She precisely captured Liu Man's sudden change and her disheveled escape. In the shadows, Xiao Jin's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
Who is this man?
Not only did it evoke a sense of familiarity in him, but it also caused Liu Man to display such a horrified and fearful expression.
A flicker of interest quietly ignited in Xiao Jin's cold eyes.
Meanwhile, the two people who were about to fight on the other side stopped fighting as soon as they saw Wen Baiqiu.
After all, they don't want anyone to benefit from this.
"Oh! What a coincidence, you're still alive?"
Hearing those smug words, you know it was Lu Jing who said them.
"Squeak—creak—"
Before Wen Baiqiu could speak, a sickening, grinding sound, like the cracking of rotten wood, suddenly rang out.
Everyone turned around warily.
Before everyone's eyes, the two heavy, black-lacquered doors of the old house, riddled with wormholes and dark brown stains, slowly opened inward!
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