Chapter 18 18. Oscar's Acting
In the blood-red, dim forest, two figures flew past the treetops one after the other, stirring up gusts of wind and startling unknown birds into flying into the sky.
Rustle——
BANG!!
Xia Feng was hit on the back again and flew backwards, breaking several thick branches in succession. He fell with a thud into a large depression where a forest had been uprooted.
Boom, boom, boom—during the rolling and collision, the crystal pocket watch hanging on the chest flew into the air, and with a bang, the shattered crystals splashed everywhere, and a yellowed old photo slowly fell.
"Pooh, pooh, pooh!" Xia Feng struggled to get up and spat out the dirt in his mouth. He caught the photo and carefully stuffed it into his arms, then looked up with squinted eyes.
The bald strong man stood at the edge of the depression and looked down at it.
"Haha~ kid, if you go any further you'll be in the disaster zone. Where else can you escape to?"
Looking at the sturdy man's arrogant grin and unhurried look, Xia Feng inexplicably thought of Han Xin who was dancing madly around Lu Ban on his way back to the city. Well, he also liked to use Han Xin's trick in the past, which was very mean.
"Forget it, baldy, I won't run away either." Xia Feng swung his long knife and hooked his finger at the bald man, "Come here."
"Looking for death!" The bald man's face suddenly turned cold. As soon as he finished speaking, his figure was already close to Xia Feng. Crackling—the collision of metal made a sharp sound, and the layers of hot shock waves formed by the exploding fire wave directly blew Xia Feng away.
"Puff——" Blood spurted out of his mouth into the sky, but Xia Feng, who was spinning in the air, grinned and chopped the ground with his backhand three times. Bang!
Under the reaction force, he rushed to a higher altitude, where there was a black hole that had lost its devouring gravity and was gradually shrinking. It was the black hole that had sucked Xia Feng into the evil dragon's restricted area before!
Before rushing into the black hole, Xia Feng turned around and gave a "friendly gesture" of his middle finger.
The bald man smiled faintly, took a step, and flew straight towards the black hole. It was just a black hole disaster. This kid thought he could escape by running into here? How naive.
In the blink of an eye, we entered a world of heavy snow. It was already night, and the sky was covered with thick fog, making it impossible to see the distant scenery clearly.
But the bald man instantly felt that the concentration of evil energy in this place was abnormally high, and guessed that he had run into a severe evil zone.
He looked around and found that the black-haired young man in the snow in the distance seemed to panic when he saw him follow in, then turned around and continued to run away. He even bumped into something while running and almost fell flat on his face.
The bald man chuckled playfully and decided to make a quick end of the fight. "We can't stay here for long. Boy, I won't play with you anymore!"
As he spoke, he immediately used his ultimate move, sending out waves of white air under his feet. His eyes were also covered with a thick bloodshot color, whoosh -
The drifting snow in the air instantly cleared away, forming a boundary between the upper and lower layers. The mink-clad man shot out like an arrow from a bow, striking the fleeing black-haired youth in the blink of an eye with a single punch—ten meters behind him.
Xia Feng noticed the movement and slowly rolled sideways. The soulless body of the sturdy man fell face down and whizzed past him due to inertia, plowing the snow for nearly a hundred meters like a mop.
Seeing this, Xia Feng calmly clapped his hands and stood up, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "Finally I tricked you into coming in. It was so hard for me to act."
He carefully recalled his acting skills just now, panic, fear, despair and helplessness in the face of death. In his panic, he even fell into the snow repeatedly, rolling and crawling, and only ran five meters in the last five seconds.
With such superb acting skills, it’s not too much to win an Oscar, right?
“Help—help me!”
Suddenly, a hoarse and weak cry for help came from the sky. Xia Feng looked up and saw countless terrifying black fog balls gathering around the twisted spirit, like a pack of wolves biting a baby rabbit.
The spirit's face was hideous and in pain, and it desperately stretched out its hand towards Xia Feng, "Save me!!"
"As expected of a second-level expert, I can actually hear what he says in his spirit state." Xia Feng seemed to be thinking about something.
"The Black Moon Church! The ones who sent me to kill you are the Black Moon Church!"
The black mist swallowed up his neck, leaving only his head exposed. He stretched out his misty hands towards Xia Feng frantically, screaming anxiously, "Save me! I can help you kill them!"
The bald strong man was terrified and angry at this moment. He was a second-level spiritual master, a strong man who could even fight with a third-level spiritual master for several rounds, but he was actually defeated by a young boy!
He didn't understand what was going on in this place. How did that Xia kid manage to stay safe and sound?!
But no matter what, since Xia Feng can survive in this ghost place, there may be a way to save him.
In short, surrender first, and then kill this bastard!
"You said the Black Moon Church sent you?" Xia Feng looked puzzled. "Who from the Black Moon Church?"
God knows who it is. The bald strong man was anxious. The mysterious man was wearing a mask at the time and his identity could not be detected at all. The identity of the Black Moon Church was deduced by him based on his many years of mission experience, but that was all.
"Save me first! Save me and I'll tell you, seriously! I swear to the Star God!" Black mist spread across his nose. He spoke incoherently, his voice gradually fading. "Xia Feng, save me."
Xia Feng looked up at his desperate, pleading eyes and nodded thoughtfully: "Is that so? It seems you don't know who it is either."
"I know." The bald man opened his eyes wide and opened his mouth.
"No, if I say you don't know, then you don't know."
"!!! Xia——" The last exposed eye was filled with anger and regret for accepting this shitty mission. The black mist engulfed his eyes, "No!!!"
tear——
The black fog devoured all the spirits, leaving the sky and the earth empty.
*
"Ten hours."
Wei Shutong glanced at his watch, expressionless, "This is the longest time ever. Acting President Zhao, why don't you send someone in to check on the situation?"
"No need." Zhao Jie waved his martial arts robe sleeves and said coldly, "I know my disciple's character. He rarely enters the Evil Dragon Forest, so he won't come out easily."
"I guess he's wandering around somewhere looking for treasure now. He'll come out naturally when he can no longer withstand the erosion of evil."
As he was speaking, a faint rustling sound came from the front.
They both looked up at the same time, and Zhao Jie grinned: "Old Wei, it's time for you to transfer the money."
Wei Shutong was leaning on a crutch with his back straight, his eyes slightly lowered and he was about to say something, but he was suddenly stunned. He stared in shock at the black-haired figure that jumped out of the jungle in front of him.
He tried his best to suppress the slight twitch of his mouth and said calmly, "Is that so? Otherwise, President Zhao should open his eyes and take a closer look."
“.”
In fact, Wei Shutong didn't need to say anything, Zhao Jie's playful smile froze as soon as it appeared. The figure walking out from the distance was seriously different from what he expected.
A black-haired young man wearing a tattered windbreaker, with a bloody face and a mouthful of white teeth, carrying a knife on his shoulder, appeared in the depths of his eyes.
"Xia-Feng?"
Zhao Jie's eyes, which were scarred by a fierce slant, flashed with surprise and doubt, and he narrowed them slightly. He was very puzzled. How could this be possible?
Wei Shutong walked forward on crutches, patted Zhao Jie on the shoulder as he passed by him, and said calmly, "Acting President Zhao, if your eyesight isn't working well, you can go to the hospital and register. Of course, if you're experiencing hallucinations, you can come directly to me and I'll treat you free of charge."
Zhao Jie: “.”
"Two commanders, this is the life fruit you requested."
Xia Feng threw the fruit over and said, "This will end the game, right?"
Zhao Jie took the Life Fruit, glanced at it, and then looked up: "Where's Qi Xiao? Did you kill him?"
"Yes, otherwise." Xia Feng spread his hands and replied casually.
This is impossible! Zhao Jie's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the terrifying pressure of a third-level spiritual master instantly pressed towards Xia Feng, "Tell me! How did you kill him?!"
clatter--
The middle-aged man in a suit and slicked-back hair leaned on the ground with his dragon-head crutch, turning around and blocking Xia Feng's way. His eyes were indifferent. "Mr. Zhao, the acting president! Are you going to openly violate the rules of the Liuwei Club?"
(End of this chapter)
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