Chapter 622 I want to be a slave to power!!!
【14:24:22】
The cold numbers, like poisoned ice cones, chiseled deeply into Feng Ju's consciousness.
【14:24:20】
The shadow of the previous number has not yet completely dissipated, and a new number has emerged with cold malice.
【14:24:18】
The numbers continued to decrease relentlessly, falling by two seconds.
【……】
Feng Ju had never run so fast in his life.
Fortunately, he is now a "dead man" and cannot feel tired, otherwise if he ran so wildly, his lungs would probably burst out of his throat.
Death has become his greatest advantage now.
What happened in the sewer was thrilling, but in fact, it took only "about 20 minutes" from the time Feng Ju "came back to life" and climbed up.
Thanks to the fact that time was particularly kind to him, in reality only about 10 minutes had passed.
Feng Ju tried his best to rush out of the sewer, his legs swinging back and forth like a machine, and he ran towards the Emerald Garden.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to take a taxi, but the streets in the middle of the night are like his blood vessels that have lost too much blood, with very few cars.
Occasionally, a vehicle passed by and the driver caught a glimpse of this horrifying appearance from afar, and they all stepped on the accelerator and sped past.
Anyone who sees a bloody man running towards them would be terrified - his clothes had long been soaked with blood plasma, solidified into a hardened "black armor", and the blood clots stuck between his hair fell off as he ran, revealing his pitch-black face.
Fortunately, his running speed was not slow, almost the same as the average speed of vehicles, and his two feet were more flexible than four wheels, so he could ignore traffic rules and take shortcuts unscrupulously.
However, the cars passing by saw him "chasing" and drove faster.
The night wind whistled in his ears and the cell phone in his trouser pocket vibrated. Feng Ju took it out while running and glanced at it. It was Chang Erbing calling.
There was no way Feng Ju would answer the call. He just didn't hang up the phone, which was the greatest courtesy he could show.
The unexpected air explosion + the mysterious entrance of the sallow old man duo =???
Feng Ju couldn't figure out the whole story, but his intuition told him that there was definitely something fishy going on.
Because he followed the special envoy all the way, he was very sure that the special envoy was up to no culprit, so the problem must be with Ma Bin, Li Shang and Chang Erbing.
What's more likely is that all three of them are possessed by ghosts!
Feng Ju couldn't guess where the specific problem lay.
But a terrible thought came to his mind uncontrollably - could it be that the plan he designed had come true, and those three people had really colluded with [Mask] in secret?
When people run, the brain does not get enough oxygen.
It is difficult to say whether Feng Ju’s judgment is accurate.
But as a senior detective, the most basic qualities are to only advocate without providing evidence, to only doubt and not to take responsibility.
It's presumption of guilt.
So after the phone rang a few times, he not only didn't answer it or hang up, but he just threw the phone away into the gutter on the side of the road.
With the sound of "splash" in the water, he cleverly disguised himself as "dead and missing".
“Beep, beep, beep—”
The cold electronic mute sound echoed repeatedly in the depths of the hunchbacked old man's cochlea.
Listening to the abrupt interruption of the encrypted channel, the wrinkled face of the hunchbacked old man suddenly turned gloomy, and he murmured in a hoarse voice:
"Little Six...is broken."
Clearly, the previous sentence in the communication was still saying that he would take the head of [Mask] and reunite with him. However, less than half a minute later, or even shorter, another cold voice came from the encrypted channel.
What he said was, "Thanks for the reminder. I'll accept the Eclipse Pearl."
This was not Xiao Liuzi's voice. It should be that Xiao Liuzi secretly turned on the "hands-free" function before he died so that he could hear it.
From the call, we can hear that Xiao Liuzi had the upper hand at the beginning, but was overturned when he was about to kill [Mask].
Therefore, Xiao Liuzi should have wanted to use the Erosion Pearl to die together with [Mask], but in the end, he was killed before he could even detonate it.
Therefore, the last voice in the communication was the murderer of Xiao Liuzi - [Masked] Zheng Hang.
"[Mask] can actually kill Xiao Liuzi?"
The hunchbacked old man, or should I say Xiao Jiuzi, felt his heart sink suddenly, dark clouds covered his sallow face, and a hint of imperceptible panic flashed in his eyes.
He stopped where he was and thought for three seconds.
He now has two choices.
The first option is: immediately turn around and go back to the sewer to kill [Mask], to avenge Xiao Liuzi, and to retrieve [Mask]'s head for the young master.
The second option is: do not return to the sewer, but leave here as quickly as possible, rush to the special envoy's villa, and find the parchment scroll for the young master first.
Three seconds later, Xiao Jiuzi made a decision.
"Xiao Liuzi... I'm sorry."
He silently recited a sentence in his mind, then stepped forward and rushed towards the Emerald Garden without looking back.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to avenge Xiao Liuzi, but the risk is too great.
Xiao Liuzi's strength is comparable to his, and even surpasses him in some aspects.
[Masked] Since he was able to kill Xiao Liuzi, no matter what means he used, he would be in great danger if he confronted him. What's more, the other party also dropped equipment after killing him.
——The Eclipse Pearl is now in the hands of [Mask], who is not a loser like Master Kuang Yan.
The most important thing is that for rootless people like them, there is no bond at all. The pros and cons of their master are everything to them.
The most urgent task is to find the parchment scroll.
The revenge for Xiao Liuzi can only be kept in mind temporarily and will be taken when the opportunity arises in the future.
Just because [Mask] killed Xiao Liuzi, the young master will not let him go. He is dead anyway, so there is no need to rush.
The hunched figure turned into an erratic black shadow in the night, and his speed soared to the extreme. He also did not choose to stop a car. He ran at full speed, which was half a meter faster than the taxi.
He also moved flexibly between the streets and alleys, taking shortcuts to travel quickly.
The coincidence of fate is quietly happening at this moment.
Xiao Jiuzi had already given up looking for the body, but the "shortcut" he chose, without him noticing, slowly approached the trajectory of the "corpse" that disappeared, and gradually overlapped with it.
Seven minutes and forty-seven seconds later.
As he walked through a dark and narrow alley, his earlobes twitched and he keenly caught a faint "buzzing" sound.
"Um?"
He glanced at the silted drainage ditch beside the road.
"Whose phone was left here..."
But he ran without stopping for the moment. He had no time to pick it up, nor did he take it to heart.
Not far ahead, Feng Ju was running as fast as he could.
Suddenly, his running steps came to a halt, and an inexplicable chill suddenly crept up his spine.
It was an indescribable horrible chill that attacked his heart without warning, causing his heart, which normally beat once every 10 seconds, to beat two seconds earlier.
The living may question the body's instinctive alarm, but the dead have a deep and correct understanding of this.
Feng Ju's face changed and his ears pricked up.
Not an illusion!
There was a distinct sound of thin footsteps behind him, but the speed was frighteningly fast, and there was an eerie cold wind in the air.
who?
Who is chasing me? ! !
Feng Ju had a bad feeling in his heart. He twisted his neck violently and stared behind him with bloodshot eyes.
"Yes, it's him?!"
Feng Ju's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip and he turned pale with horror.
He was one of the two old men who suddenly appeared in the sewer and suddenly "killed" himself.
The sallow old face full of wrinkles was rapidly enlarging in his pupils from far to near.
No, it’s because of how deep the hatred and resentment is. Killing me once is not enough, you have to catch up and kill me again?
God have mercy on me, I don't even know you guys—
Feng Ju was shocked, angry, anxious and furious.
Feng Ju had committed the bad habit of "presumption of guilt" again. He really wronged Xiao Jiuzi.
The latter really didn't come after him on purpose, he had given up looking for him long ago.
Xiao Jiuzi, who was concentrating on getting on the road and just wanted to reach the villa as soon as possible, also noticed a figure in front of him.
His hunched back straightened slightly, his cloudy eyes met Feng Ju's, and the expression that instantly changed on his face was so wonderful that it was difficult to describe in any words.
To use a saying from ancient times to describe it, "You search for him among the crowd for hundreds of times, and when you turn around, he is waiting for you right in front of you."
It’s fate!!!
"It's you?!" Thunder exploded in the hearts of both of them at the same time.
The hunchbacked old man never expected that he would meet the missing corpse again here and in this way.
He suddenly stopped and let out a creepy laugh:
“Hehehe——, interesting, you’re actually not dead, and you even ran so far…”
His gaze was like a sticky snake tongue, licking Feng Ju's body inch by inch, and his sallow face slowly formed a terrifying arc:
"It's fine that you're disloyal to your master... but there are other strange things hidden in you. We're in a hurry, so I advise you to tell me how you survived."
Feng Ju's face was so gloomy that water seemed to drip out of it, and an unprecedented despair surged in his heart.
He also wanted to answer the hunchbacked old man's question, but he didn't know where to start.
This question is too complicated. If I want to explain it clearly, I'm afraid I have to start from the night when I was stabbed in the back by the filial daughter, or maybe even earlier, back to a long, long time ago.
He only had a few hours left to live.
You also need to find the parchment scroll, decipher it, prepare various materials for the sacrificial ceremony, hold the sacrifice, open up the recharge channel, etc.
Where does he have time to tell stories to others? ! !
Therefore, the most time-saving method is to let the other party kill you again... Bullshit~
Not to mention whether his remaining life span could support himself to "resurrect from the dead" once more, he felt that his remaining balance was probably not enough.
If he dies again, his phone service will be shut down due to unpaid bills!
Even if we take a step back and say that he is lucky enough to be "resurrected" again, won't the other party be able to guard the body?
The trick of "death escape" can only be used once. If you use it again, you will really die.
Otherwise, do you really think the other person is a fool?
Feng Ju gritted his teeth. If he died here, he would die with regret.
It would have been better if he had died at the hands of a filial daughter.
If he died at the hands of a filial daughter, he would know who to look for to claim his life after he turned into a fierce ghost. But if he died at the hands of this old man, he would not know who to look for to seek justice after he turned into a ghost.
Being killed by a strange old man once was not enough, but twice? ! !
Feng Ju stared at the hunchbacked old man, his eyes bloodshot as he said:
"Who are you? What grudge do I have against you? Why are you chasing me?!"
What a coincidence, Xiao Jiuzi was also in a hurry and had no time to argue with Feng Ju.
"Who are we? Hehehe, ask your master (the special envoy) on your way to hell!"
The hunchbacked old man suddenly leaned forward and tapped his toes lightly, causing the bluestone ground to crack.
The eerie words were still echoing in the alley when he turned into a ghostly afterimage, rushing towards Feng Ju with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.
The skinny claws were bent like hooks and went straight for Feng Ju's throat!
"You won't tell me the answer? Well, let's sharpen our eyes. We want to see how you can survive this time!"
“Aaaaaa——”
Feng Ju roared, like a beast on the verge of despair, unleashing all the potential of his body.
It turns out that the explosive power of the "dead" is stronger than that of the living.
Because the muscles of a living person have a self-protection constraint that prevents you from dying, but this is not necessary for a dead person.
To live means to be restrained, and to die means to be unbridled. Therefore, the laws of nature have already revealed life since its inception.
——The freedom that countless people spend their entire lives pursuing is actually sleeping on the opposite side of life.
Feng Ju exerted all his strength and the toe of his shoe was actually torn apart. His big toe burst with a "pop" under the huge impact force, and blood instantly soaked the sole of his foot.
His body suddenly tilted, and he shot out of the alley like a bursting cannon and crashed straight onto the road.
strength!
strength!
strength! ! !
Feng Ju's breath was burning, and every inch of his flesh and blood was roaring with the desire for power, not authority, not status, but the most primitive and purest violence.
If he had the power, why would he escape again and again, only to be haunted by death every time?
For those who have no power, death is like a cancer that lingers forever and cannot be shaken off.
But if you have power, death will bypass you.
Between life and death, time seemed to slow down. Past deaths flashed through his mind like a kaleidoscope, and Feng Ju finally gained enlightenment.
He is wrong!
He shouldn't have taught his daughter to be a human being, not a monster, at the dinner table that day at home.
If I could gain power, there was nothing wrong with being a monster.
As long as you can gain power, you can be a human or a monster. On the contrary, if you don’t have power, what difference does it make to be a human or a monster? In the end, you will die!
"Yes, what I desire is not to continue living and recharge my balance, but to live... with strength."
Feng Ju's feet stomped back and forth on the ground, and each kick was accompanied by the wailing of his muscle fibers.
The blood vessels from the instep to the calf bulged out like a spider web, the skin cracked inch by inch under the extreme explosion, and blood mixed with sweat left a black and red trail behind him.
His speed kept increasing, surpassing his own limits time and time again, and avoiding the hunchbacked old man's fatal attacks time and time again.
He is burning himself, burning his life, gaining strength beyond what his body can bear, in order to escape!
"If I can survive today, I will definitely gain strength in the future, no matter what means, as long as I can survive..."
“As long as I can survive.”
Black flames ignited in Feng Ju's pupils.
“From now on, I don’t care whether I’m a human or a monster. I’m going to be a… slave of power, ahhhh——!”
(End of this chapter)
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