Chapter 630 She calls me Father? ! !
Do you believe in light?
Feng Ju was responded by two deafening bangs, one after the other.
When the first explosion was heard, he was still holding the gold tightly in his mouth. His hazy brain thought it was an earthquake and the whole villa was shaking.
Then came the second loud explosion, and the sound of the chandelier shattering completely woke him up.
Then, there was the sound of "dengdengdengdeng" footsteps coming up the stairs!
“???”
Feng Ju was so frightened that his soul almost flew away and his head almost split open.
A terrifying chill ran up his spine from his buttocks to his tail. He shuddered violently and leaned back, but because he moved too hastily,
“Crack—”
The front teeth hit the golden hole, which had been corroded and softened but still had hard edges, making a crisp sound.
One front tooth was severely loose and another was broken at the root.
The bloody broken tooth mixed with saliva fell from his numb lips, passed through the erosion hole and landed on the parchment scroll inside the hole.
"hiss--!"
Feng Ju gasped for air, and his lips, which had been moved away, quickly regained consciousness and began to swell at an alarming rate. His lips were red and swollen, like two cheap sausages hanging on his face.
Coupled with his greasy and sweaty face and leaky front teeth, his reflection on the golden cabinet surface was indescribably funny.
But Feng Ju didn't care about these things. His eyes were red as he stared at the wet hole.
Suddenly he stretched out his hands and thrust his two index fingers into the hole.
The corroded hole was just the right size, just enough for two fingers to be roughly inserted.
The picture is a little bit easy to evoke a little anthropomorphic association - like a chrysanthemum inserted upside down by two fingers.
The next second, Feng Ju exerted force with both fingers.
The mechanical finger was working at full power, drilling in forcefully, while the other flesh finger was flexibly bent, groping towards the inner wall, looking for a suitable point of force.
Two fingers exerted force at the same time, and the mighty force of muscles and mechanics was combined into one, acting on the golden chrysanthemum... no, it was the golden hole.
CRACK! CRUNCHY!
With a sour and refreshing sound, the hole grew bigger and bigger, and finally it completely split in two, breaking into two halves, and each of them fell to the ground with a clang.
A roll of parchment about the thickness of a small intestine slid out.
Feng Ju's eyes flashed with crazy joy.
Done!
He succeeded after all!
He immediately bent down and grabbed the parchment scroll. As soon as he touched it, he felt a sense of flesh and blood connection, and an indescribable sense of intimacy came from the parchment scroll.
The feeling was extremely mysterious. It was clearly an inanimate object, but it felt to him as if the parchment scroll had a blood bond with him that spanned time and space.
Damn it...it seems like we are destined to be together!
Just when Feng Ju grabbed the parchment scroll and his heart was beating fast.
“Bang!!!!”
The heavy wooden door was kicked open, and Zuo Bai rushed in like a cannonball.
Although his crotch was still bleeding and there were several silver needles stuck in his back, his electronic eyes still shone coldly.
His sight swept across the messy study like a radar, and instantly locked onto the figure in the room - a man with a strange appearance, swollen lips, gaping front teeth, holding a parchment scroll tightly in his hand, and a face full of ecstasy.
For a moment, Zuo Bai found it difficult to accurately summarize the appearance of the man in front of him.
He called Lao Huang because of his sallow complexion.
Then this one in front of me should be called...
Zuo Bai didn't recognize Feng Ju and was still thinking about how to give him an appropriate name.
Feng Ju recognized Zuo Bai at a glance. He opened his mouth and the sound of air leaking from his front teeth became even louder.
Zuo Bai didn't give Feng Ju any chance to speak at all, because Feng Yuhuai's footsteps were approaching rapidly from behind.
A blue light flashed in Dianzi's eyes, and he suddenly kicked the ground and rushed forward, passing a distance of several meters and going behind Feng Ju.
The palm covered with spider-web cracks gripped Feng Ju's throat like an iron clamp.
Feng Ju stood there stiffly, not daring to move. He recognized Zuo Bai as the monster scientist from the sewer.
Given his current low health state, he was very self-aware - he couldn't even last a round with Zuo Bai.
The best way is to surrender and wait for the greatness in the dark to protect you again.
"again!"
"Please protect me one last time!"
"I finally got the parchment scroll after a near-death experience. You can't let me die here. Please protect me one more time, just one last time!!!"
Feng Ju prayed madly in his heart, with unprecedented piety.
"Don't come over here! If you take another step closer, I'll break his neck!"
Zuo Bai grabbed Feng Ju's throat, holding him in front of him like a shield, and shouted threats towards the door.
Zuo Bai felt disappointed that the people in the room were subdued so easily.
This person's fighting ability is very weak, and he cannot be the second "Lao Huang". At best, he can only be used as a hostage.
Zuo Bai slowly retracted his five fingers, and Feng Ju's breathing suddenly stopped, and his eyeballs bulged out horribly.
He cooperated very well and squeezed out a broken whine from his throat:
“Help—help—me—!!”
A sinister synthesized voice echoed from the corridor outside the door, chilling the bones:
"Hehe, taking hostages to threaten the Night Watch, are you kidding me?"
As the laughter was still echoing in the corridor, a dark shadow came rushing over like a ghost, suddenly turning at the door, and the fluttering black robe stirred up a biting cold wind.
Beneath the pitch-black mask, the eerie scarlet eyes radiated a devouring hunger, yet every word uttered was in tune with the rhythm of justice:
"The Night's Watch never compromises with evil!"
The last syllable was still vibrating in the air when the black robe suddenly blossomed like a devilish flower, spreading out in layers!
“Sh ...
Tens of thousands of silver needles shot out from under the black robe.
This time, the silver needles were no longer confined to her fingers, but spurted out from all over her body, like a human-shaped hedgehog suddenly exploding.
Because he was in the villa and didn't have to worry about being seen by his companions outside, Feng Yuhuai could finally let himself go completely.
She was seen standing still, her robes moving without wind, and countless silver needles trailing scarlet light marks, like an inverted blood-red waterfall pouring down.
In the blink of an eye, everyone and everything in the house would be engulfed in crimson.
"I'm going to die! I'm really going to die this time!"
"Could it be that without the greatness of the unknown protecting me, all this is just my delusion, and I am going to die here?"
Feng Ju was so frightened that his heart stopped and he was enveloped by an endless chill.
Feng Ju was extremely desperate and unwilling. He had clearly already obtained the parchment scroll.
Zuo Bai made the most correct response the moment Feng Yuhuai "ejaculated".
He released Feng Ju's throat without hesitation, jumped up with his heels like a spring, and then kicked Feng Ju's back with both feet, kicking him towards the blood net opposite like a sandbag.
At the same time, his back arched into a tight arc, and with the reaction force of pedaling, his whole body broke through the waves like a silver-scaled fish and flew towards the tempered floor-to-ceiling window behind him.
The thigh pulled the broken egg hard, and a line of blood appeared in the air. The scene looked a bit like he had wet his pants, which was a bit uncivilized and unbecoming of a scientist.
“Boom!”
The tempered glass became as brittle as thin paper under his full-strength impact. Zuo Bai's figure was wrapped in a rain of crystal glass, tumbling from the second floor to the lawn.
The moment he touched the ground, he performed a tactical roll to absorb the impact.
Otherwise, I really can't stand the broken eggs, it's really too painful~
As soon as he stabilized his body, Zuo Bai suddenly turned his head back, staring at the jagged gaps in the glass, and made a pre-swing for attack.
After waiting for a full 1.3 seconds, the black-robed figure didn't show up, not even a needle?!
Why did Feng Yuhuai stop chasing?
Is he being held back by the hostages? He can't really be trying to rescue them, right?!
Or maybe I accidentally met the second "Old Huang"?
Even with Zuo Bai's top scientific mind, he was completely unable to imagine the scene happening inside the window at this moment.
Feng Ju lost his balance after being kicked and stumbled forward uncontrollably.
The overwhelming amount of needles and thread made his mind go blank, and he had no idea how to avoid it.
He clawed at the air with his arms, like a drowning man trying to grab a piece of driftwood that didn't exist.
His pupils contracted to the extreme, becoming the size of needles, as if he had seen the scene of his own death with his whole body pierced by needles and thread.
The instinct of survival drove Feng Ju to raise his trembling arms to shield his face, even though he knew he was just deceiving himself.
His eyeballs were bulging and about to burst, with bloodshot threads forming hideous spider webs on the pale whites of his eyes.
The breath of death scraped across his cheek like a knife, and the eerie scarlet reflection of the tip of the silver needle so close to him was clearly visible.
However, the expected excruciating pain of being pierced by thousands of needles did not come.
At the moment when hundreds of deadly silver needles were about to pierce his body——
“Buzz!”
The air suddenly trembled strangely, as if an invisible giant hand had pressed the pause button on the world.
The pouring silver death, the wildly dancing scarlet threads, were only a centimeter away from his skin, and suddenly...
Still!
Millions of silver needles hovered in the air, their tips trembling slightly, reflecting a dizzying cold light.
The red line was like a frozen blood-red spider silk, strangely solidified in front of Feng Ju's nose tip, forming an extremely weird three-dimensional picture.
All the silver needles were suspended in mid-air, their tips flashing scarlet light, solidified in defiance of gravity, like a sudden frozen metal rainstorm.
And those red lines that curled and overturned wrapped around him layer by layer like living things.
Thin blood lines penetrated every inch of his body, some winding close to his temples, some wrapped around his neck...enveloping him in the middle.
The entire blood net exuded a sweet smell of rust and trembled slightly with Feng Ju's dying breath.
The red lines were sometimes taut and sometimes loose, as if the cat was enjoying the final struggle of its prey and could tear it into pieces at any time.
But when Feng Ju saw this scene, he naturally had only one thought:
“I’m not dead?!!”
"The greatness of the universe has blessed me again?!"
Even though he had not completely escaped death, even though the red line of death was still clinging to his throat, even though he might be minced into meat paste in the next second.
But deep in Feng Ju's soul, a kind of absurd certainty was growing wildly.
Seventy percent, eighty percent, ninety percent... No, absolutely ten percent!
He fucking survived again!
The corners of Feng Ju's mouth twitched uncontrollably, forming a twisted and weird smile.
If the occasion was not inappropriate and his body could not move freely, he would have wanted to prostrate himself on the spot and kowtow to the greatness in the unknown.
Unfortunately, the greatness in the universe did not respond to his sincere gratitude.
His response was...
"Dear father, your blood has a strange smell, hehe~"
A sinister synthesized voice came from under the dark mask.
The unfamiliar voice, yet with a faintly familiar tone, made the hairs on the back of Feng Ju's neck stand on end, and he felt an indescribable chill.
"Wait, what did he/she call me?"
Feng Ju raised his chin stiffly and looked towards the door in disbelief.
The figure shrouded in a black robe was now tilting its head, looking at him with a well-behaved attitude that was very familiar to him in his memory.
Feng Ju felt as if struck by lightning at this moment. His brain, which had been shut down, seemed to restart from the terror of life and death, and his thoughts began to turn with difficulty like rusty gears.
It was turning slowly, but at least it was turning again.
Feng Ju raised his chin inch by inch, turned his eyeballs stiffly, and looked at the densely packed and crisscrossing red threads in front of him again.
The same red line made me feel creepy just now, but now when I look closely, besides being terrifying, it actually exudes a sense of familiarity?
How can it not be friendly?
When he died for the first time in his life, it was these red lines that accompanied him.
It’s not Feng Ju’s fault for being slow. After all, his first death was too quick and too peaceful, and he died with his back to the entanglement of red threads, so it wasn’t very clear to see, and there was an indescribable hazy beauty to it.
But this time it's different.
Thousands of red lines came flooding in from the front, powerful but brutal and violent.
The former was a sneaky backstab, and the latter was a frontal kill. It is normal that you can't connect the two at first glance.
The most important thing is that the black robe and black face of the Night's Watch are very confusing. Feng Ju really couldn't understand why his daughter became a Night's Watch.
The red thread in my memory belongs to my daughter, a monster in human skin!
As we all know, the Night's Watch are humans who specialize in killing monsters in black skin!
These two identities are like the positive and negative poles that are incompatible with water and fire, and there is no way they can overlap.
It simply doesn’t make sense!!!
Reason is madly shouting that it is impossible, but the sound lingering on the eardrum doesn’t seem to be an auditory hallucination, right?
The night watchman in front of him called him "Father" and even added the word "dear" in front of it.
But in Feng Ju's memory, the filial daughter had never called him that.
She always calls herself "Dad" directly.
This particularly polite tone and accent is more like the tone of Feng Mu, the rebellious son.
Feng Ju only felt dry mouth and his Adam's apple rolled up and down several times.
He opened and closed his lips several times, but no word came out.
Seeing that Feng Ju remained silent for a long time, Feng Yuhuai did not urge him, but the angle of his head tilted became more and more strange, and the red coils on the eyes of the mask rotated faster and faster.
That posture is like a little girl waiting for her father's forgiveness, or a poisonous spider setting out its web to wait for a midnight snack!!!
Under the dark mask, she licked her lips...
(End of this chapter)
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