Free Web NovelChapter 670: Chapter 616: The Mask Arrived, But Was He Too Late?!_2
This ghastly appearance is more horrifying than any threatening words.
The spreading blackness is yet another harbinger of death... a countdown!
"No! I’ll tell! I’ll tell!"
The agent, using his remaining strength, replied tremblingly:
"The sheepskin scroll... the sheepskin scroll... I hid it... hid it in the safe in the hidden compartment of the master bedroom wall of the villa..."
Faced with the brutal final choice between speaking and not speaking, the agent ultimately chose to confess for leniency.
Even though he knew that the moment he revealed the secret, he would lose his last value and couldn’t escape death.
But as long as he could live a few more seconds, breathe the air of this world a little longer, smell once more... even if it was the nauseating stench of the sewer, it was still wonderful.
At this moment, the agent suddenly realized that the foul air in the sewer was actually ten thousand times sweeter than the fragrance of the Upper City.
Really... really... really... just want to breathe a few more times!
The tall elderly man’s eyes lit up, he grinned, showing uneven yellow teeth, satisfied:
"Hehe, we thank Young Master Kuangyan on behalf of your brother for your answer!"
He paused and added:
"Young Master Kuangyan, please rest assured, when you’re at ease, your brother will definitely bring you Mask’s head as an offering in your honor!"
The agent’s lips trembled violently, and in an instant were covered with a coat of deathly blackness, in the dim shaft, only the row of teeth remained white as new.
He stared blankly at the tall, skinny old man, the light in his pupils rapidly fading like a receding tide.
However, just as his consciousness was about to plunge completely into eternal darkness, as if by a miraculous recovery, his eyes suddenly shone brightly for an instant.
His gaze seemed to penetrate the waxy old face that was inches away, swept past the tall elder’s shoulder, catching a glimpse of the... shadow behind him!
A shadow, like thick oil oozing from the earth, silently, impossibly rising, gathering against all reason.
The top of the shadow twisted and wriggled, gradually forming the cold outline — the mask as pale as a skeleton, with two sinister eye sockets silently staring.
It was the Mask he struggled to find, obsessed over day and night...
Is it him?!
Mask hasn’t left, he’s still here, he came?
But, it seems he came too late?!!
An indescribable, absurdly mixed emotion, tinged with the last shred of hope, shot through the agent’s consciousness as he was devoured by death like an electric current.
"Save—"
A hoarse, blurred sound, like the last note from a damaged tape, slipped out of the agent’s black lips.
He used the last bit of life left in him to call out for help to Mask?!!
This scene is filled with the utmost absurdity and humor.
The agent came clearly to kill Mask, with a sliver of confidence, yet his final words before dying were actually a plea for rescue to Mask!
This truly shows that this agent from Upper City has no lower limit at all.
Even Mask couldn’t help but be moved.
After all, in his two lives (as a monster), among all the people he ever interacted with, the agent truly was the one who most desperately wanted to live.
In fact, there’s no one else!
To live, he could abandon his dignity, his backbone, everything, like a soft, squishy maggot, how delightful!
The hair on the back of the tall elderly man’s neck suddenly stood on end, an icy chill shot up his spine to his skull.
He felt a shiver in his heart, his right hand reflexively grasped the limp corpse of the agent, and at the same time swung it backward as the most convenient meat shield.
Whoosh—!
The sound of the wind breaking rang out!
The agent’s body, along with residual body heat and a strong stench of blood, smashed toward the forming shadow.
A pale hand emerged from the shadow as dark as ink, the fingers long and slender, each knuckle glimmering with a steel-like cold light.
The five fingers, seeming slow but quick, stirred the air lightly as if mixing it, visibly creating concentric ripples that were hard to discern with the naked eye.
The ripples did not spread outward but converged inward, forming an invisible force field vortex.
That pale hand, at the center of the ripples, elegantly caught the body being thrown at it.
The movement was so gentle as to catch a falling feather.
With a light twist of the wrist, a soft power quietly penetrated, the violent momentum of the body instantly subsided like a clay ox entering the sea, being layer by layer disintegrated by the rhythm of the vibrating air.
[Limit-Breaking Skill — Luo Net (Active)!]
[Upon activation, within a radius of three zhang, a "Binding Force Domain" forms, reducing the movement speed of all enemies by 20% and the attack speed by 30% within the domain!]
Centered on that pale hand, the spatial properties within a radius of three zhang instantly changed.
The air was no longer a void but transformed into billions of invisible strange threads, crisscrossing densely to weave a gigantic spiderweb.
Like a spiderweb sticking to mosquitoes, gently entangling intruders yet bearing a terrifying adhesiveness, greedily consuming all kinetic energy.
The body was tightly "glued" by thousand entangling threads in mid-air, pausing for a moment.
Then it was lightly dragged and swung back nonchalantly.
The agent’s body slammed heavily against the rusty pipe wall, sliding down slowly like a torn rag, leaving a viscous trail of blood on the surface.
The tall old man’s pupils contracted sharply, understanding the immense power of that swing, yet it was resolved so effortlessly?
"Hmph!"
The tall old man snorted coldly from his nostrils, malice rising on his waxy face.
With rich combat experience, having failed one move, he instantly changed tactics.
His waist and hips tightened, twisting a second time, the soles of his black shoes screeching on the ground, turning his waist, his right hand three fingers forming a tiger mouth.
Thumb, index finger, and middle finger joined, black air swirling at the fingertips, forming a throat-crushing claw capable of shattering steel.
"Three Yin Bone-Piercing Claw!"
The claw wind sharp, carrying a bone-chilling cold air, tore through the thick air, emitted a faint ripping sound, directly targeting the throat of the person behind him.
Feeling the strange resistance in the air again, he abruptly stamped, increasing his speed by three points!
Sizzle—
The three fingers sliced through the throat area, but an eerie sensation came through.
It felt like tearing through moistened rice paper, stirring thick asphalt, or even piercing a solidified mist.
The qi of the Thousand Entwining Threads flowed around the shadow, easily confusing the genuine touch of the attack, making it even harder to tell illusion from reality.
Nonetheless, the experienced tall old man had done some homework beforehand.
Although he wasn’t as invested as the agent in Mask, he had watched the impact of that underground broadcast.
"One of Mask’s abilities, Shadow Manipulation!"
The old man’s mind raced, sharply retracting his claw strike like a venomous snake returning to its hole.
His murky eyes quickly darted around, scanning the crisscrossing shadows of the pipes, the reflections on the water, the uneven walls, with part of his focus always locking tightly on his own shadow.
Suddenly, his eyes trembled, tiptoeing to the side in a slide, halfway sliding, suddenly leaping off the ground.
His right elbow advanced and lifted, in a split second three consecutive jabs towards the rear diagonal.
Each jab faster than the last, like a venomous dragon moving out, the elbow wind tearing through the air with a thud.
One light, two heavy strikes.
"Hit it!"
Before the tall old man’s neck turned halfway, sight still unaffected, toes not yet touching the ground, he kicked mid-air, aiming for the source of the last thud.
Leg shadows flew, trailing wisps of black gas!
The leg shadow descended, striking a silently emerging shadow identical to the previous one, except for the eye pupils in color.
One pair was a deep abyss, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, like a portal to nothingness;
The other refracted a kaleidoscope-like evil multicolored light, the black and white Hook Jade crazily rotating and transforming within the pupils...
p.s. Thank you, Bright, hehe~
