Chapter 30
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Fu Xuezhou moved the handgun from Lou Yan’s shoulder to his abdomen.
The cold black barrel pressed against Lou Yan, colder than the rain, but Lou Yan’s wound was burning hot from the bullet.
“…” Lou Yan lowered his head and breathed heavily, his Adam’s apple rolling, the veins bulging on his slender neck. Droplets the size of beans slid down his neck, whether from the pain or the raindrops, it was unknown.
The blood smell was pungent in his nose, and there was a taste of rust in his mouth. Lou Yan swallowed a mouthful of blood foam and suddenly laughed, “Hahaha…”
The more he laughed, the louder it became, shaking his shoulders. Fu Xuezhou lifted his head, forcing Lou Yan to meet his gaze. He didn’t ask why Lou Yan was laughing but repeated his question, “Lou what?”
“Fu Xuezhou,” Lou Yan coughed and laughed strangely, “Is that all you want to know? My name?”
A cold wind blew, scattering the accumulated rainwater on the willow tree. Most of it fell on the person under the tree. Fu Xuezhou’s few strands of silver hair were already stuck to his face. He looked quietly at Lou Yan, making a soft sound of acknowledgment.
“In that case, beg me,” Lou Yan stared at Fu Xuezhou directly, his eyes narrowed, the pressure in his words could bury people in the mud, “Kneel down and beg me, kowtow dozens of times to me, cut off your own arms and legs to beg me, preferably…”
Lou Yan ignored the pain coming from his hands and shoulders, leaned forward, and whispered in Fu Xuezhou’s ear.
Fu Xuezhou’s wet silver hair brushed against Lou Yan’s face, motionless, as if he was certain that Lou Yan couldn’t harm him now.
Lou Yan said, “…beg me to cut out your heart. Maybe if I see it, I’ll be so happy that I’ll kindly tell you my name?”
This remark, no matter who heard it, could tell it was insulting and mocking. Fu Xuezhou could naturally hear it. He turned his head slightly to look at the side of Lou Yan’s face, his eyeballs pitch-black, and smiled, “I will make you say your name with your own mouth.”
“Is that so?” Lou Yan looked at the blood flowing from Fu Xuezhou’s ear due to the crying of the ghost baby. His eyes flickered, and suddenly he fiercely pounced forward, biting Fu Xuezhou’s ear tightly.
The ghost baby pierced both of their eardrums, but because they had both assimilated with the anomaly, these non-lethal wounds quickly healed.
Conventional weapons couldn’t kill Fu Xuezhou.
It still required the use of anomaly power.
Powerful anomaly power.
Sharp teeth instantly drew blood and tore flesh.
Lou Yan chewed Fu Xuezhou’s flesh in satisfaction, speaking in a blurry voice near Fu Xuezhou’s ear, “Fu Xuezhou, only anomalies can deal with anomalies, right?”
As soon as the words fell.
Time rapidly flowed backward —
【Mental power: 40/50】
Lou Yan’s control over time reversal had evolved from 1 minute to 5 minutes. Within 5 minutes, he only needed to consume ten points of mental power to return to any point in time, and this was his greatest trump card against Fu Xuezhou.
Even if Fu Xuezhou retained memories of time reversal, what of it? His condition would still reverse with time. Fu Xuezhou wouldn’t know when Lou Yan would use time reversal or to which point in time Lou Yan would revert. Even if Fu Xuezhou knew that Lou Yan possessed the ability to reverse time, he would be helpless.
And this time, Lou Yan chose to reverse time by five minutes.
The scorching heat familiarly returned, and Lou Yan now stood in the muddy path of the forest, looking at the trees on his left. A cold body had just pressed up against him from behind. Lou Yan glanced downward to see a pale, slender hand reaching out from behind, covering his hand and attempting to take the Tang sword from him.
Heh.
Lou Yan didn’t waste a second. The skin on the back of his hand cracked instantly, sharp bone spurs suddenly protruded from the skin, fiercely stabbing into Fu Xuezhou’s right hand covering Lou Yan’s hand from behind. Like flower petals, the bone spurs instantly retracted, greedily devouring Fu Xuezhou’s flesh and blood.
【Mental power: 30/50】
Fu Xuezhou grunted behind Lou Yan, somewhat surprised. “You actually…”
Once again, blood dripped steadily, but this time, it wasn’t Lou Yan’s blood from his hand, but Fu Xuezhou’s blood from his hand. Lou Yan smelled the sweet bloody scent, his eyes faintly glowing red, feeling incredibly pleased by the scent.
But it wasn’t enough.
Lou Yan withdrew the bone spurs, then turned and pushed Fu Xuezhou to the ground, falling along with him.
Two adult male bodies fell heavily, splattering countless raindrops and mud on them.
But at this moment, no one cared about such trivial matters.
Lou Yan was extremely calm. Without blinking, he aimed the Tang sword at Fu Xuezhou’s injured right hand, fiercely stabbing it into the muddy ground. Then, with one hand pinching Fu Xuezhou’s neck and the other hand’s bone flowers suddenly changing position and piercing out from his palm, flashing with sharp, greedy cold light, Lou Yan thrust them straight towards Fu Xuezhou’s eyes.
Every move had been rehearsed countless times in Lou Yan’s mind in the five minutes before the reversal. Although Lou Yan was doing it for the first time, each action flowed smoothly, without any stiffness, surprisingly clean and neat.
After “killing” Fu Xuezhou with a gunshot, Lou Yan was ready for the possibility that Fu Xuezhou might not actually die.
As the bone spurs were about to touch Fu Xuezhou’s eyes, Fu Xuezhou raised his pale and intact left hand and gripped Lou Yan’s wrist. Although his hand seemed to exert little force, it prevented Lou Yan from pushing the bone spurs forward even a millimeter.
“Surprised me,” Fu Xuezhou’s eyelashes fluttered slightly as he said, “It’s been a long, long time since I encountered someone who could pose a threat to me.”
The redness on the tip of the bone spurs dripped onto Fu Xuezhou’s eyes, covering them with a crimson hue.
“Is that so?” Lou Yan sat on top of Fu Xuezhou, smiling but not smiling. “That’s not what you said when you shot at me just now.”
【Mental power: 20/50】
The hand that Lou Yan was using to choke Fu Xuezhou’s neck suddenly cracked open, and another bone spur, equally exuding a terrifying aura, emerged from his palm. When Fu Xuezhou least expected it, this cluster of bone spurs suddenly plunged into Fu Xuezhou’s neck!
“…”
Fu Xuezhou’s neck arched, his eyes wide open. Blood flowed from his neck onto the rain-soaked ground, making him look like a dying swan.
His right hand trembled slightly under the Tang sword, as if trying to break free from the restraint and rise. But evidently, the damage caused by the bone spurs was much greater than that of the bullet. His hand seemed almost useless. Even now, the bleeding from Fu Xuezhou’s left hand hadn’t slowed down in the slightest.
This was also thanks to Fu Xuezhou’s Tang sword.
Having witnessed countless scenes of Fu Xuezhou killing eerily with the Tang sword in his past life, Lou Yan had long suspected that Fu Xuezhou’s Tang sword was not an ordinary one, but a peculiar tool similar to the Seize Life Phone.
How else could it be explained? Conventional weapons were ineffective against anomalies, and cold weapons couldn’t harm it, yet Fu Xuezhou’s Tang sword could harm anonalies?
When Lou Yan was nailed to the tree by the Tang sword just now, Lou Yan personally experienced that this Tang sword was indeed extraordinary.
The bone-chilling coldness it exuded was not something ordinary knives could possess. Moreover, the wound caused by this sword had not healed at all until Lou Yan used time reversal, and the pain had only intensified. In contrast, the gunshot wound on his shoulder had almost stopped bleeding.
The comparison made Lou Yan feel very different.
However, even with his neck pierced, Fu Xuezhou still didn’t die.
…
Why wasn’t he dead yet!
The red light in Lou Yan’s eyes flickered faintly, causing the bone spike in his palm to penetrate deeper into Fu Xuezhou’s neck. The bone spike in his other hand shifted to his wrist, causing the skin to split open like a mouth, spitting out a cluster of sharp bone spikes that pierced into Fu Xuezhou’s left hand holding him.
The bone flower greedily consumed Fu Xuezhou’s flesh and blood, the white bone spikes tinged with a faint red hue. Fu Xuezhou’s left hand was as bloody as his right hand in an instant, but he still tightly grasped Lou Yan’s wrist, not allowing Lou Yan to move forward even a fraction of an inch.
The bone spikes were really handy, capable of appearing anywhere on Lou Yan’s body, providing an unpredictable little surprise.
The only pity was that each appearance of the bone spikes could only last for one minute.
And now, the time was almost up.
Fu Xuezhou’s silver hair suddenly went wild, several strands of long hair eerily extending, pulling out the Tang blade inserted in Fu Xuezhou’s right hand, wildly attacking everything around.
Lou Yan leaped up sensitively, cautiously watching Fu Xuezhou. The silver hair tightly surrounded Fu Xuezhou within a dozen meters, leaving deep marks on the ground with each strike. Lou Yan couldn’t get close, so he took a few steps back, looked around hesitantly for a while, raised his hand to check the time—it was almost midnight.
The red coffin he was looking for was about to appear.
Should he go?
If it were the usual Lou Yan, he wouldn’t even think about it and would give up this risky idea altogether. After all, his mental strength was now down to only 20 points, what could he do?
But his current mood was somewhat abnormally excited, his mental strength was rapidly decreasing, and the consecutive use of anomaly powers… all these factors seemed to have contaminated his thoughts and rationality, making them strange as well.
Since Duan Zege had told him there would be a surprise at midnight tonight, and there might be a chance for him to get what he wanted, he couldn’t afford to miss it.
Lou Yan took one last look at Fu Xuezhou, who was surrounded by crazed silver hair, and then glanced reluctantly at the Tang blade being taken away by the entangled hair.
He still wanted to take away that Tang blade.
Lou Yan turned and walked into the woods, not forgetting to mock as he looked back, “Didn’t you say you would make me tell you my name in person? Fu Xuezhou.”
His profile was indeed superior, and also utterly indifferent. “Next time, don’t talk big. Since you don’t know my name, you can also call me Dad.”
“It’s a pity that even like this, I still can’t kill you,” Lou Yan cursed lightly, “but I really wish you would die right now.”
But unfortunately, Lou Yan knew that Fu Xuezhou wouldn’t die now.
It wouldn’t be so easy to kill someone with world-destroying power. The reason Lou Yan could injure Fu Xuezhou today was because Fu Xuezhou underestimated his strength.
After saying this, Lou Yan, as if discarding trash, completely left Fu Xuezhou behind.
As soon as he entered the woods, Lou Yan quickened his pace, purposefully heading in a certain direction.
Behind him.
Fu Xuezhou covered his neck, watching Lou Yan’s gradually retreating figure amidst the chaotic silver hair. After a while, he suddenly smirked.
“That really scared me,” he muttered to himself again.
Author’s note:
Fu Xuezhou: Scared me
Lou Yan: …I don’t see any signs of you being scared
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