Chapter 638: Pupil Technique—Eternal Imprisonment Corridor!
“Sizzle—”
The belt, which had long been cut by Xiao Jiuzi's claws and was only supported by a few fibers, finally let out a last whine during the violent movement and broke completely.
The broken belt hung down limply like a dying snake.
Fortunately, he had a strong waist, and the loose waistband of his pants just stuck to his hips and did not fall to the bottom.
But the fabric, no longer restraining her, still slid down an inch, inevitably revealing half of her bright red panties.
Well, this year is his zodiac year, and he wears bright red shorts for good luck. Who knows...
The bright red color looks particularly eye-catching against the torn black robe and blood-stained tights.
As he continued to move, the red color appeared and disappeared from time to time. It took shape as his muscles tensed, and swayed slightly as his movements relaxed, like a flag of shame fluttering stubbornly in the smoke.
In short, Xiao Jiuzi's claw was not very harmful but extremely insulting.
The bloody holes left by the poisonous claws were so deep that the bones were visible, and pus and blood kept oozing out, but the tall night watchman relied on the powerful cultivation of "Nine Yang Red Art" and his iron will to keep his face as hard as iron, and even his brows did not move at all.
But the moment his belt broke and his red underwear was completely exposed, he was instantly gripped by an unprecedented panic, and his face under the mask turned red and warm.
The scorching heat burned from the ears all the way to the back of the neck, making the entire scalp numb. Sweat kept sliding down the temples and then was evaporated by the "Nine Yang Red Skill".
At this moment, every move he made became like walking on thin ice, and he was extremely cautious.
Every time you move sideways, every time you use force to block, and every time you push off the ground and retreat, you must devote part of your mind to tightening the strength of your inner thighs and core muscles, and use your mind to "hold" the waistline of your pants tightly, which may completely collapse at any time.
Being half exposed was his last bit of dignity.
I really can't show it anymore.
Little do people know that it is this kind of "half-covered" appearance that is more tempting and can arouse other people's animal nature.
“Hehehe… Good! Very good!”
Xiao Jiuzi's eyes suddenly flashed with a vicious light, and his hands moved three times faster, locking onto the tall night watchman's red shorts with every basic attack.
By now, Xiao Jiuzi had discovered that the Night Watchman in front of him had an abnormally thick health bar.
The violent power he gained from burning his soul was enough to tear an ordinary master into pieces, but when it hit the tall night watchman, it was like a sledgehammer hitting tough rubber. Although it caused the opponent's skin to be torn and pus and blood to splatter, it was still far from killing him.
If this goes on, it's hard to say whether the other party will live or not. He is really going to burn out.
Fortunately, he finally found the opponent's "weak point".
He suddenly lowered his body, trying to take the other person's palm, and scratched down fiercely with his five fingers like hooks.
This attack was not intended to reduce the opponent's health, but only to completely tear apart the annoying red cloth.
So as to make the other party surrender directly!!!
"mean!"
The tall night watchman's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip, and his heart trembled violently.
He never expected that the other party would be so despicable.
They would do anything to kill him.
Wearing red shorts seemed to tarnish the reputation of the night watchman, but if he didn't wear any at all and instead showed his penis, then... the picture made him feel dizzy just by imagining it.
It would be better to just die.
After all, social death is a more terrifying death than death itself!
The only thing that comforted the tall night watchman was that he was still wearing a black mask on his face, which was his last bit of dignity.
Xiao Jiuzi tore off the tall night watchman's pants with one claw, and at the same time took a palm strike. He took two steps back with blood spurting out of his mouth, laughing wildly:
"Hahaha, this is the weakness of people like you with balls. Unlike me, I had this encumbrance cut off at the age of seven, and since then, I no longer have this weakness!!!"
The tall night watchman had no time to pursue the attacker. He was held in place as if under a spell, with one hand on his crotch and the other covering his balls, his eyes blazing with fire as he chose his prey.
Xiao Jiuzi laughed wildly and attacked the opponent's lower three directions with another claw.
The tall night watchman covered his crotch with one hand, and had to let go of the other hand and slap it in front of him.
At this moment, a loud bang was heard above their heads.
The sound came from the broken window on the second floor of the correspondent's house.
“Bang!!!!”
A black shadow came hurling towards them at an alarming speed, like a cannonball hurled with immense force, carrying with it broken window frame wood chips and glass shards.
It was Feng Ju's headless body that happened to fall between the two people who were fighting fiercely.
The tall night watchman took advantage of this interruption, hurriedly grabbed the waistband of his trousers and jumped back suddenly.
Xiao Jiuzi had no time to retract his strength and had no intention of changing direction, so his claws just happened to grab the headless corpse near the waist and thigh.
“Crack—”
There was only a crisp sound, which seemed to be the sound of bones being scratched, or the sound of something else breaking.
The headless corpse fell heavily, and all the bones in its body were shattered. A pool of turbid mucus was slowly oozing out of the wounds torn by the sharp claws.
It looked like he was scratched by Xiao Jiuzi's claws, and poisonous blood and pus were oozing out of his body.
But the problem is, how can a dried corpse that has been drained of blood and even devoured of its soul have any water left in its body to "poison" and ooze pus?
However, how could Xiao Jiuzi have time to think so much at the moment?
He didn't even know who the headless corpse was, so he had no time to think about how it died.
At this moment, Xiao Jiuzi's entire attention was drawn to the exposed chest of the corpse.
I saw a big hole in the chest, and the heart that should have been beating was nowhere to be found between the pale ribs.
But right where the heart was originally, a tightly wrapped parchment scroll was stuck upside down, its surface glowing with an evil, oily sheen under the streetlight.
"Good news from heaven?!"
Xiao Jiuzi's bloodshot eyes suddenly burst out with a terrifying brilliance.
The huge surprise that came out of nowhere immediately washed away all the grievances, anxiety, and pain brought by the burning soul.
He was unlucky as hell today. Everything went wrong for him. He encountered many setbacks, including a broken arm and a burned soul that shortened his life. In short, it was extremely miserable.
However, as the saying goes, everything will turn around when it reaches its extreme, and good times will come after bad times. Even if misfortune reaches its extreme, it will inevitably rebound.
Look, after searching for it everywhere, I finally found it without any effort.
The parchment scroll he had been thinking about so much suddenly fell in front of him with a "pop" sound in a way he could never have imagined.
"Ha! Heaven is helping me! This young master must be blessed with great fortune, protecting our family from the shadows!"
He took a deep breath, stretched out his five fingers, and grabbed the chest of the mummy like lightning.
It felt cold and smooth to the touch, like touching cold human skin. An eerie and biting chill instantly spread along his arm and throughout his body, making him shiver.
But this chill did not make him retreat, but made him more certain - this bundle of parchment scrolls was exactly what the young master wanted.
"That's mine!"
In an instant, a cold shout came from the broken window on the second floor.
The sound was like an ice-hardened blade, with a metallic texture and a chilling chill that made the hairs on the back of Xiao Jiuzi's neck stand on end.
He suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound, and another figure appeared in the window. Who else could it be but [Mask]?
"No wonder we couldn't find [Masked], it turns out he had already sneaked into the Special Envoy's villa."
Xiao Jiuzi's heart was shocked, and it was like a sudden enlightenment. He figured out the cause and effect.
"No wonder the Night Watchman chasing Zuo Bai didn't come out with us. It turns out he was tripped up by the [Mask]."
He was stared at by the inhuman eyes of [Mask], and he felt an inexplicable chill in his heart.
No, we just separated for a short while, why does the aura of this monster feel even more terrifying?
That doesn't make sense. Is the growth rate of the evil sacrifice parasite so alarming?
Xiao Jiuzi was suspicious, but the ecstasy brought by the sheepskin roll and the mission he shouldered made him suppress the fear in his heart.
He snorted coldly and retorted without any hesitation:
"Bullshit, what do you mean by yours? This is clearly our young master's stuff!"
The education that Xiao Jiuzi received since childhood was that anything the master liked must belong to the master, and the servant had to do everything possible to help the master get it.
He didn't even give [Mask] a chance to refute before he finished speaking.
He immediately gritted his teeth and frantically urged the soul essence in his body again, adding fuel to the already burning soul fire.
The pain on his face intensified instantly, the blood vessels under his skin squirmed and bulged like earthworms, and cracks like broken porcelain appeared on his face.
But in those bloodshot eyes, there was a flash of almost insane determination.
"Soul Burning Technique - Second Release!"
Accompanied by a soul-rending and lung-shattering roar, Xiao Jiuzi's vitality was almost overdrawn to the limit.
His aura completely reached its peak, and the blood and energy surging in his body condensed into罡气, and the blood-colored罡气 wrapped around his body like flames.
It's just that the energy is not very stable, and fine blood rays keep bursting out from the surface, as if it will explode at any time and blow him to pieces first.
Xiao Jiuzi knew better than anyone that his broken body was on the verge of breaking through. The energy he had condensed at the moment was not enough to kill people, and could only be used to open up the air.
“Chila——”
The night sky was torn open like a narrow hole in pitch-black silk. Wherever the violent energy passed, the air was instantly displaced, compressed, and vaporized, plowing out a straight runway without air resistance in the darkness.
Unstable blood-red electric light was flickering on the edge of the runway, as if it would collapse at any time.
At the same time, Xiao Jiuzi pointed his toes, his figure suddenly blurred, and the next moment he appeared at the end of the vacuum channel.
There was no sound of breaking air, no whistling wind, because the torn night had not yet healed, and even sound could not be transmitted in the vacuum.
He took steps forward one after another, and with each step he took, the violent energy tore a new vacuum path in front of him, and the whole person flashed silently in the night.
After a few ups and downs, the blood-colored figure had passed a hundred meters and finally disappeared into the swaying grass in the distance. Only a few wisps of blood-colored energy remained, slowly dissipating under the street lights.
"Want to escape? You're looking for death!!!"
[Mask]'s figure also disappeared from the window, and the shadow on the wall meandered down. Wherever it passed, the dry grass on the ground moved without wind.
“Sh ...
A series of sharp sounds of breaking through the air suddenly rang out, like a swarm of poisonous bees flapping their wings, and dense needles poured out from the second-floor window.
These silver rays intertwined into a net, and accurately shot into the winding path of the shadow. The sound of the needle tips sinking into the ground was as fine as rain.
But he had put on the black mask again, and his wide black robe fluttered in the night wind, looking like the righteous Feng Yuhuai.
She was in mid-air, and before she even touched the ground, the voice of unquestionable judgment resounded through the night sky:
"[Masked], in the name of the Night's Watch, I arrest you for crimes against humanity. Surrender now, and you will not be able to escape tonight!"
Silver needles rained down, piercing the winding black shadows into a sieve.
Under the street light, countless fine holes and light spots appeared on the surface of the shadow. However, the next moment, the shadow spread and covered the needle tip, flowing and healing again, swallowing up the light spots.
But as it healed, its speed was inevitably slowed down for a moment.
"Stop [Mask], slay the evil spirit, and maintain human order."
Feng Yuhuai's stern shouts continued to be heard from behind. The awe-inspiring righteousness in his voice seemed to clear up the night.
The tall night watchman took advantage of the brief gap in the sudden change, lifted up his red shorts at lightning speed, and tied a knot roughly, securing the last line of defense of his dignity.
But this is obviously not safe enough, and it may collapse again at any time during intense exercise.
So he took off the headless corpse's relatively intact pants without hesitation and put them on his legs.
Although the headless corpse's pants were tight on his thick thighs, causing pain on his buttocks, and the trouser legs barely covered his calves, it was at least a layer of armor, greatly reducing the risk of "walking the bird".
Then, his eyes became sharp and steady again, and his gaze was fixed on the shadow wriggling and winding on the ground.
Without any hesitation, he decisively gave up chasing "Old Huang" and instead locked his target on [Mask].
In his mind, "Old Huang" was certainly guilty of the death penalty, not because he almost caused his bird to walk away, but because resisting or attacking the night watchman was a capital crime.
Of course, he also deserves to be punished for almost causing him to lose his bird!
There was a surge of murderous intent in his chest, and even if he cut Old Huang into pieces, it would not be enough to relieve the hatred in his heart.
However, he will not forget that the first duty of the Night's Watch is to always maintain the purity of mankind and eliminate all monsters or evil spirits lurking in the human world.
In other words, [Mask]'s kill sequence must be far above "Old Huang".
Regardless of whether his "justice" itself is too paranoid or narrow-minded, it is undeniable that as a night watchman, he is really strictly implementing the principles of justice that he firmly believes in.
People like him make up the vast majority of the Night's Watch.
Because of this, the number of members of the Night Watch organization has successfully achieved an astonishing "negative growth miracle" through their joint efforts year after year, and the number of staff has set new historical lows year after year.
Similarly, those who are still alive today are the elites of the Night's Watch.
The next second, the tall night watchman exerted force on his feet, and his burly body rose into the air like a cannonball, stepping heavily on the shadow transformed by the [Mask]
The ground exploded and gravel flew everywhere.
Countless shattered shadows twisted and reorganized in the air, rippling and condensing like ink, and finally suddenly took shape.
Senbai's [Mask] was close at hand, and a pair of faintly rotating kaleidoscopes were facing his eyes, sucking his soul in.
There is an endless echo in the soul:
"Pupil Technique - Eternal Imprisonment Corridor!"
(End of this chapter)
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