Chapter 28
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This mysterious person appeared quite young, perhaps in his twenties at most, but the pressure he exerted on Cai Mo was unbelievably strong. Cai Mo didn’t recognize him, and he had never heard of such a person’s existence. However, each step this person took closer filled Cai Mo with a chilling sense of foreboding.
Who is he?!
He dares to kill even the cultists?!
Cai Mo’s heart pounded rapidly. He glanced at the fat man writhing on the ground in pain. His steps involuntarily retreated, and he even felt a sense of being doomed to perish here today.
No, he couldn’t die here!
Cai Mo gritted his teeth, suppressing his anger, and said, “It seems you really intend to tear up our faces. We are cultists! Devotees of the anomaly!… Alright, little brother, even if you want to kill me, let me die with understanding. Who are you after all?!”
Fu Xuezhou had already approached the fat man’s side, ignoring Cai Mo’s words. He effortlessly pinned the Tang sword into the fat man’s heart. The fat man gasped for breath, his eyes bulging, his twisted expression frozen, and soon, he stopped breathing altogether.
But even though he died, the anomaly power within him did not. His body began to shake and soften, and the yet-to-be-recovered anomaly power weakened significantly but was still struggling to separate from the human corpse.
Fu Xuezhou glanced indifferently, casually moved the Tang sword, and suddenly, bright red flames ignited on the Tang sword. The fat man’s body seemed to easily catch fire. In an instant, the body was engulfed in flames, swaying and illuminating the surrounding forest under the rain and mist. The scorching heat made white smoke rise before the raindrops even fell on the fire. The anomaly power struggled frantically in the flames, but its movements soon became weak and feeble.
Fire.
Watching the flames, Lou Yan’s expression was cold. His fingers against the tree slowly curled up, scraping off a layer of bark.
It’s this kind of fire that burns down the entire world.
Cai Mo’s heart sank infinitely. He suddenly opened his mouth, and a faint, sharp cry of a baby came from his throat, “Waaah…”
At the same time, his belly also swelled visibly at an alarming rate, pushing his clothes into an outward curve. The crying was extremely piercing, with a strong penetrating power, and it contained deep resentment and gloominess.
Lou Yan’s eardrums were almost instantly pierced by the crying, blood flowing from his ears, staining his collar along his neck, and Lou Yan tightly suppressed a groan.
Cai Mo’s fusion of the anomaly turned out to be a ghost baby!
He endured the intense pain in his ears, resisted the sudden emergence of strong dark thoughts such as self-harm and suicide in his mind, stabilized his unchanged breathing, and stared straight ahead at the two people confronting each other.
Under the crying of the ghost baby, Fu Xuezhou’s ears also trickled blood. But he seemed to not feel the pain at all, calmly looking up at Cai Mo.
Cai Mo seemed to be planning to fight to the death with Fu Xuezhou, but in fact, after using the power of the ghost baby, he had already fled at the speed of eating. In just a moment, he had run out of a hundred meters. However, faster than him was Fu Xuezhou. Fu Xuezhou almost appeared in front of Cai Mo in the blink of an eye. He stood easily, his figure slightly leaning, casually raising a Tang blade with one hand. Cai Mo, because he ran too fast and couldn’t stop in time, actually seemed to voluntarily offer himself up and was pierced through the chest by Fu Xuezhou’s Tang knife.
Cai Mo’s pupils dilated, he dared not believe as he looked down at the Tang blade piercing through his body. This Tang blade didn’t even hurt the little girl he was holding, just grazed her waist and pierced him—so skillfully, as if this scene had happened countless times before.
“How… how is this possible!”
Cai Mo suddenly coughed up blood, he threw down the little girl, covered the wound weakly, took a step back, and opened his mouth again, “Waaah,” crying loudly.
His already swollen belly continued to expand, soon becoming as big as a woman eight months pregnant, bursting his clothes buttons, revealing his round belly. This belly looked like rotting flesh from the inside out, emitting a dark blue color. The dark purple blood vessels intertwined gruesomely on the belly, and two baby hands suddenly pressed out two raised palm prints on the belly.
The ghostly baby was about to revive!
“Hahaha,” Cai Mo laughed maniacally, willing to risk the danger of the Anomaly Resurgence to unleash his maximum anomaly power. He glared viciously at Fu Xuezhou. “Just die already!”
Under the attack of the ghost baby, Fu Xuezhou’s eardrums, already healed, were once again pierced, and blood flowed out. He moved his feet but didn’t lift them. When he looked down, he saw countless tiny ghostly hands, resembling infants, crawling up his legs from the ground, tightly gripping him and immobilizing him.
These ghostly hands were grim and black, leaving a black handprint wherever they touched. They passed through his pants and imprinted on Fu Xuezhou’s legs, emitting a bone-chilling coldness. These hands continued to climb upwards, quickly reaching Fu Xuezhou’s waist, desperately trying to bury him within their grasp.
Cai Mo’s smile grew crazier, and the ghost baby’s hands quickly and frequently propped up his belly, as if it might burst open at any moment. But soon, Cai Mo’s smile froze on his face. He couldn’t believe that under the scratching of the ghostly hands, Fu Xuezhou actually managed to step forward, just a light step, and all the ghostly hands were shaken off.
“How is this possible?!” Cai Mo’s hand trembled, pointing at Fu Xuezhou in horror. “Who are you?!”
Fu Xuezhou didn’t speak, but walked directly towards Cai Mo. Cai Mo tried to escape but couldn’t. His belly was terrifyingly large, and waves of pain swept over him. His legs couldn’t even support such a belly, and he fell to the ground, crawling backward with both hands and feet, shamelessly begging for mercy. “Please spare my life! I can buy my life! I’ll pay whatever it takes! As long as you spare me, I’m willing to do anything for you, ahhh!”
In the moonlight, Fu Xuezhou’s eyes were indifferent as he raised the Tang sword in his hand, ready to chop off Cai Mo’s head.
But just as the Tang sword was about to touch Cai Mo’s neck, a bullet shot from the depths of the dense forest knocking the Tang sword away.
Fu Xuezhou raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips. He seemed more interested than when he had just killed Cai Mo and the fat man. He looked towards the dark-colored forest without any abnormalities and said softly, “The little mouse has come out.”
Cai Mo was overjoyed, desperately crawling backward, loudly shouting, “Please, my hidden friend, save my life! As long as you save me, I’m willing to give you my wealth! I’m rich, very rich!!!”
He saw a glimmer of hope, feeling exceptionally joyful. But in the next instant, a bullet from behind unexpectedly pierced through his brain, creating a bloody hole in his forehead.
The ecstatic expression froze on Cai Mo’s face, his eyes gradually becoming hollow. He tilted his head and fell to the ground. Even in death, he didn’t know who killed him or why.
Resentment and despair became his final memories.
“…” Fu Xuezhou looked at the dead Cai Mo and chuckled inexplicably, “The head’s been taken.”
He looked in the direction where the bullet came from, and a few seconds later, he leisurely walked in that direction, carrying the Tang sword.
The fine rain was still falling, and each crystal-clear droplet landed on his hair before gathering and dripping from his hair tips.
The fat man’s body was still burning its last flames. Fu Xuezhou stepped through the mud and passed the flames, walking with extreme precision to the back of a willow tree.
But there was no one behind the willow tree.
However, there was a sentence lightly carved on the tree with a knife, each word sharp and full of hostility: “That’s the person I want to kill.”
Fu Xuezhou narrowed his eyes and suddenly looked towards the position of Cai Mo’s body. The little girl who had been thrown there by Cai Mo was nowhere to be seen. Even Cai Mo’s heavily swollen belly had been ruptured at some point, spilling intestines all over the ground, and the ghost baby had disappeared.
Fu Xuezhou frowned. In order to catch that little mouse, he had forgotten to kill the ghost baby before coming here.
He returned to Cai Mo’s body and squatted down to examine the traces around him. Cai Mo’s belly looked like an oversized balloon deflating, sagging on the ground in three layers. The tiny ghostly handprints spread from Cai Mo’s left side all the way into the left side of the forest. Fu Xuezhou looked to the left, but a bullet suddenly came from the right and successfully and accurately pierced his forehead.
Blood flowed from the back to the front of his head. Even with the fusion of the anomaly, humans still had fatal points, such as the heart pierced by the Tang sword in the fat man and the brain pierced by the bullet in Cai Mo.
Just like Fu Xuezhou at this moment.
Fu Xuezhou remained in a kneeling position, still looking to the left, before slowly falling backward to the ground.
Mud splattered, hitting his body and face.
The flames not far away gradually burned out, starting to make “crackling” sounds.
The forest was silent.
The wind whistled, the fine rain slanted with coldness, the willow trees rustled on both sides, roaring like wild beasts.
Ten minutes, fifteen minutes, twenty minutes…
The owner of the bullet was extremely patient. It wasn’t until he observed Fu Xuezhou for half an hour, confirming that there was no movement in his chest and no sign of life, that Lou Yan cautiously walked out of the forest, gradually approaching Fu Xuezhou’s body while still holding the gun in both hands.
Fu Xuezhou’s body remained motionless. Lou Yan walked to within two meters of Fu Xuezhou, still aiming the gun at him.
Fu Xuezhou’s clothes were already soaked by the rain, his eyes were still open, raindrops falling on his eyelashes and into his dark eyes. The corpse remained motionless.
The handsome face was covered in his and others’ blood, as well as dirt from the ground, all messy from the heavy rain, obscuring half of his face. But you could still see Fu Xuezhou’s handsomeness through the dirt, and how the dirt accentuated his deathly pale skin.
Although he was dead, his eyes remained open, emanating a dangerous and anomaly aura. These eyes really didn’t look like human eyes.
Lou Yan’s hair was also wet from the rain, black hair sticking to his face and dripping water downwards. But these water droplets didn’t soften his sharp facial features. He looked at Fu Xuezhou’s body expressionlessly, raising his hand and firing five consecutive shots, all hitting Fu Xuezhou’s chest, arms, and thighs.
Fu Xuezhou’s body was riddled with several holes, blood gushing out, but even so, the corpse didn’t move at all, not even the eyelashes twitched.
“It looks like he’s really dead,” Lou Yan’s eyes flickered, squatting down to take the thin and narrow Tang sword from Fu Xuezhou’s hand. He grinned at Fu Xuezhou, smiling but not smiling, “But I’m still not convinced. How about this, I’ll just chop your head off. I don’t believe you can still live like this.”
Thinking of the delightful scene of Fu Xuezhou’s head being severed, Lou Yan couldn’t help but chuckle. He stood up with the Tang sword in hand, about to make his move, when suddenly, faint cries of a baby came from the left.
Lou Yan frowned and looked to the left. He recognized it as the voice of the ghost baby.
The ghost baby had revived and was nearby.
The ghost baby was an anomaly, a sinister entity, its cries had brainwashing effects, and it couldn’t be allowed to escape. But Lou Yan knew what was more important. Even if the ghost baby’s abilities were terrifying, he had to deal with Fu Xuezhou thoroughly first.
Just as Lou Yan was about to turn his head, a cold body suddenly pressed against him from behind.
This body was half a head taller than him, emanating a strong scent of blood. Lou Yan froze, and the next moment, a pale and slender hand reached out from behind him, ghostly covering his hand holding the Tang sword, skillfully taking the sword from his hand.
A few strands of silver hair fell on Lou Yan’s shoulder from behind. The voice that had woken Lou Yan from countless nightmares, mixed with the cold rain and night wind, exploded in Lou Yan’s ear like a thunderbolt, “Caught you, little mouse.”
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