Free Web NovelWatching Lu Yibei finish demonstrating the Profound Shadow Luo Fu, Zhang Huainan pondered for a few seconds and asked, "Are you sure you want this Spiritual Energy item? Have you thought it through? Once you leave Zixiao Platform, you won't be allowed to go back on your word."
The umbrella frame is incomplete after all.
Although Zhang Huainan respected Lu Yibei's choice, he was a little worried that if something went wrong with the Profound Shadow Luo Fu later, Lu Yibei would come back to him and act shamelessly.
"No regrets, no regrets," Lu Yibei said repeatedly. "The Profound Shadow Luo Fu is excellent."
She originally had reservations about the Profound Shadow Luo Fu, but after successfully acquiring it and trying it out for a while, not only were her reservations completely gone, but she even felt a secret thrill reminiscing about her childhood.
I believe most boys, when they were young, imagined umbrellas as long swords or short spears. On the way home from school after the rain, one person, one umbrella, wearing rain boots, stepping through puddles on the road, chasing wild dogs running under the sunset's afterglow, as if saving the whole world.
Lu Yibei also had similar fantasies, but she used the sun umbrella that was usually propped up at the entrance of Lus Sichuan Cuisine Restaurant, and she used that one for school on rainy days too.
Anyway, Hua City's rainy season rarely has continuous rain, and Lu Mingjue felt it was unnecessary to prepare an umbrella for this kid.
As for the Profound Shadow Luo Fu, being an umbrella frame without a canopy, and also a Spiritual Energy item, it could transform into even more shapes.
Combined with the varying strength of the Spiritual Energy attachment and the different numbers of rising and falling umbrella frame branches, Lu Yibei was confident she could make that Older sister perform eighteen different poses!
Lu Yibei's attitude was firm, so Zhang Huainan didn't say anything more. He sighed silently and said, "Alright, since that's the case, this old man will leave first. When you leave later, don't be seen."
"Got it, got it!" Lu Yibei waved her hand obediently.
Seeing this, Zhang Huainan gently shook his head, turned around, clasped his hands behind his back, and walked down the long stone steps in front of Zixiao Platform.
However, he did not return to Lan Yue Cave on the back mountain immediately, but went directly to Qing Hui Hall.
He was going to check the ancient texts related to the 【Profound Shadow Luo Fu】.
Although he couldn't immediately recall the specific information about the Profound Shadow Luo Fu, Zhang Huainan always vaguely felt that the name was a bit off, which made him slightly concerned.
After watching Zhang Huainan walk away, Lu Yibei shrugged. "Things are pretty much resolved. I'll go back and rest for a bit, then think about what dish I should make for Hua Sang again!"
As she spoke, she put away the Profound Shadow Luo Fu, then her figure flickered and disappeared from the spot.
At the same time.
On that dilapidated and ruined rooftop.
Qingji sat upright on the edge of the rooftop, staring at the white-clothed woman who suddenly appeared in the center of the rooftop. After observing her for a long time, he finally couldn't help but speak.
"Miss," Qingji said, "I am Qingji. May I ask your name?"
Profound Shadow Luo Fu, ""
"Uh, how did you get here?" Profound Shadow Luo Fu, "" ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
"Sorry, can't you speak?" ""
After throwing a series of questions at the Profound Shadow Luo Fu, Qingji finally realized that the other party seemed to have no intention of responding to him. He could only helplessly choose to give up, then rested his chin on one hand, looked at the woman with the cold demeanor, and fell into thought.
That little scoundrel Lu Yibei, where did she abduct another grown Miss from?
Is she another great-granddaughter-in-law?
She even brought her in here. Doesn't she know I'm the worst at getting along with this type of Miss?
Qingji thought unhappily, secretly calculating how he should properly deal with Lu Yibei later.
In a place like Liming City, the rich and the poor live two completely different lives, and to bridge this gap, one only needs courage and skill.
Before bringing his two brothers to Liming City, Fu Nuoman was dismissive of this.
But after completing that big deal today and successfully exchanging valuable jade and raw jade stones for the cash in his pocket, he believed it.
In fact, until last night, he and his two brothers could only squeeze into a dilapidated small hotel in a corner of Liming City's night market. Today, however, they were staying in a luxurious suite at a five-star hotel.
A spacious suite, chefs and service staff on standby.
The service staff were all tall beauties, uniformly wearing tight high-slit skirts, swaying their slender waists and peachy buttocks back and forth in front of him, busy attending to things.
The Southeast Asian-style suite had a huge balcony, offering a panoramic view of the entire city's nightscape from the highest point in Liming City. A refreshing scent of special spices lingered in the room, and even the gold used for decoration was real.
Wearing a bathrobe, Fu Nuoman sat by the pool on the huge balcony, raised a champagne glass to the night sky, and exclaimed, "Now this is living! I love this damn place!"
Compared to now, his life over the past three months was practically like a stray dog's. All of this was thanks to that lovely Miss.
Without her, the three brothers, new to this place and unfamiliar with it, would never have dared to rob a shop. And they even killed someone.
Thinking of the office worker who fell under his gun, Fu Nuoman's expression suddenly changed. It wasn't that he hadn't killed before.
When he was still in Romania, he was a famous vampire hunter. Under the guise of hunting vampires, he killed many people. In fact, when his strength was insufficient, finding a few ordinary people to be scapegoats and then taking the commission was much simpler than facing vampires directly.
Hunting vampires not only involved life-threatening danger but also required using Alchemy bullets, which was too costly. By relying on this method,
he once made a fortune, until he was exposed by a damned bastard.
After the matter was exposed, he originally wanted to escape to Amsterdam and seek refuge with his cousin. However, his cousin, who held an important position at the Tulip Club, had somehow gotten into trouble and was actually killed by the famous Bruce Ma.
He received word in advance, which allowed him to avoid the fate of being buried with his cousin and escape all the way here.
On the road of escape, the number of souls who fell under his gun had already exceeded double digits. His two like-minded black brothers were met during his escape.
He had killed many people, and often after firing the shot, he would turn around and forget.
Many people would fall into fear after killing, but he had never cared about the value of a human life since his first kill. However, this time, he couldn't forget the scene of that nosy office worker right before his death.
Those images were like a sharp barb covered in hooks, piercing into his mind. The slightest touch would trigger unbearable pain.
Recalling the scene of that office worker right before his death again, Fu Nuoman suddenly felt that the expensive and sweet champagne in his hand had become bland and tasteless, like a glass of raw water with a hint of bitterness.
The scene of that office worker right before his death seemed to have become some kind of potent poison; once seen, one would be deeply poisoned. "Damn it!" he cursed with a gloomy face, grabbed the bottle from the ice bucket, put the mouth to the opening, and drank it all in one gulp.
Of course, making a lot of money called for a celebration. After successfully "moving" that batch of "goods," Fu Nuoman had already celebrated with his two brothers and drank a lot of alcohol.
At this moment, after finishing a whole bottle of champagne, the alcohol in his body seemed to finally reach a certain threshold and started to take effect. His head began to feel dizzy and heavy, and his breathing also became heavier.
Feeling the effects of the alcohol, Fu Nuoman held his forehead with one hand and carried the empty bottle with the other, staggering back to the bedroom. "Ding-a-ling—Ding-a-ling—!"
He lay down, and the phone by his pillow rang. He turned over, picked up the phone, and asked impatiently, "Hello, who is it?" "Is this Fu Nuoman-Jovovich?" A strange man's voice came from the other end of the phone.
In his mind, the figure of that office worker inexplicably flashed. A chill ran up Fu Nuoman's spine, and he asked tentatively, "You are...?"
"I am..."
The man's words were cut short, and the voice on the phone suddenly became strange, distorted and eerie, accompanied by harsh static, as if there was a communication error.
Perhaps because of the language barrier, Fu Nuoman couldn't understand what the man was saying intermittently at all. It sounded like he was talking in his sleep, like he was talking to himself.
Usually, when encountering this situation, Fu Nuoman would definitely hang up the phone immediately. But the man's words spread slowly like flowing water, irresistibly flowing into his ears. Although clearly useless, they made him unable to shift his attention.
Immediately after, as if it were an illusion, Fu Nuoman caught some other sounds from the phone.
The sound of car horns from a distance, the clinking of pots and pans, and slightly malicious laughter. Then all the strange sounds disappeared, and the man stopped speaking. Only a series of "drip-drop" sounds remained on the other end of the phone.
The sound seemed to be some kind of viscous liquid dripping onto the ground, in a dark, damp, deserted alley.
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Perhaps a corpse was lying there too. This thought suddenly flashed through Fu Nuoman's mind. Just then, as the man on the other end of the phone was speaking, he suddenly started to laugh.
Fu Nuoman felt that the man was amused by the thought that flashed through his mind; his laughter contained mockery and resentment. He knew what I was thinking, he knew, Fu Nuoman thought in horror, dropping the phone in a panic. After dropping the phone and unplugging the phone line, Fu Nuoman lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
He didn't dare to sleep; as soon as he closed his eyes, all he saw was the scene of that company slave's death.
Fu Nuoman had never been afraid of humans, but it was different when it came to urban legend.
He had been a vampire hunter, although only a low-level Spiritual Energy fluctuation vampire hunter, but he deeply understood the strangeness and terror of urban legend.
However, under the influence of alcohol, his eyelids gradually began to sink uncontrollably, then suddenly snapped open, forcing himself to stay awake, repeating the cycle.
After an unknown amount of time, Fu Nuoman finally fell asleep—
Outside the window and inside the room, it was pitch black, with not a sound around.
Fu Nuoman opened his eyes and was stunned for about five minutes before he remembered where he was. He was woken up by the urge to urinate; he had drunk too much alcohol, red and white, as if it were free. He didn't know when he fell asleep or what time it was when he woke up.
Perhaps only an hour or two had passed, or perhaps a whole day had gone by; the dizziness brought on by alcohol gave him a strange sense of time distortion.
He staggered out of bed and reached out to press the switch by the bedside. There was a soft click, but the light didn't turn on, and his heart jumped. Click.
He pressed it back and forth several times, but couldn't turn on the light. He looked around for a while, saw no light, and even the indicator lights on appliances weren't on. Only then did Fu Nuoman realize the power was out.
"Damn it, the power is out? And this is a five-star hotel!" Fu Nuoman cursed, got up, grabbed his phone, and staggered towards the bathroom.
The luxurious suite was very quiet late at night, with only the damp wind blowing into the room from the small door on the balcony that hadn't been closed in time, swirling and lingering, making faint, eerie sounds.
Like whispering,
telling of something ominous.
Fu Nuoman walked through the large room, came to the bathroom, pushed the door open abruptly, and then stepped back sharply. He saw a figure.
Swallowing, Fu Nuoman bravely looked closely, then couldn't help but curse, "Son of a bitch, it's just a mirror? Damn it, designing the mirror to face the door, is the designer out of his mind?"
His sturdy figure was reflected in the bathroom mirror, directly facing him.
In the darkness, the faint light of his phone was the only light source, standing between the mirror and reality, like some kind of bait, as if to lure something out of the mirror.
He entered the bathroom, avoided the mirror, quickly took care of "the problem", and then walked quickly out of the bathroom.
Although he was cursing, Fu Nuoman was still uneasy and didn't dare to stay in the bathroom for long. For a moment, when he saw his own reflection just now, he thought of that company slave again.
As he left the bathroom, he couldn't help but curse again, "Lunatic, even if a mirror is diagonally opposite the door..." Halfway through his sentence, his body suddenly stiffened, and the hairs on his body stood on end.
The mirror was diagonally opposite the door, but the reflection he had just seen was directly facing him. "Thump—!"
The moment Fu Nuoman realized something was wrong, a muffled thud came from inside the bathroom. The sound, it sounded like something hitting glass.
Fu Nuoman was standing at the bathroom door. Hearing the sound from behind him, his body flinched. "Who's there? Who is that? I see you!"
He shouted loudly, turned around, and his gaze fell on the mirror.
The mirror reflected his figure, large and sturdy, holding a phone, with his back to the outside of the bathroom. It wasn't until his gaze fell on the mirror for a few seconds that, as if a beat late, he slowly turned around.
And then,
under the faint light of the phone, that reflection suddenly blurred, turning into a face Fu Nuoman was incredibly familiar with. A stained work uniform, a pale face stained red with blood, a bloody hole on his forehead left by a bullet, like an extra eye without a white.
'It's that damn company slave!
Fu Nuoman cursed in his heart. Just then, the reflection in the mirror mechanically leaned back for a moment, then lunged forward, hitting the mirror surface with its head, as if trying to smash the mirror and crawl out.
"Thump—!"
Accompanied by a muffled thud, the mirror surface cracked inch by inch, and blood seeped from the reflection's forehead, spreading along the cracks.
In an instant, fear, like swarming insects, crawled over Fu Nuoman's heart. He subconsciously wanted to go to the bed to get his gun, ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ but after only a few steps, his body froze, and he scrambled out of the suite.
"Thump—thump—thump—!"
The banging sound from behind grew stronger and stronger, echoing in the large suite. Each sound seemed to hit Fu Nuoman's heart. Relying on the D-level Spiritual Energy's enhancement of his body, he only took half a second to get from the bathroom door to the main door of the suite.
The moment he pushed open the door and rushed out, his ankle was suddenly tripped by something hidden in the darkness. He stumbled forward a few steps, and with a "thump", hit the wall.
"Help, help! Waiter!"
Ignoring the pain from the collision, Fu Nuoman immediately shouted. His voice echoed down the long corridor until it was swallowed by the darkness.
Soon, the darkness became agitated.
The sound of running came from the other end of the corridor swallowed by darkness, as if someone was approaching quickly.
The doors of the guest rooms on both sides of the corridor opened silently, and figures floated out from behind the doors. In the few seconds it took Fu Nuoman to regain his balance and stand up, the corridor was filled with people.
A fat middle-aged man wearing only shorts, a woman in a bathrobe peering out from the crack in the door with half her head, a young man in a suit and tie cursing about something, several waiters running from the end of the corridor—everyone was looking at the disheveled and terrified strong man.
Just then, the hotel suddenly got power back, and the lights illuminated the corridor.
Fu Nuoman looked around, his eyes filled with that face with the gruesome bullet hole on its forehead and covered in blood.
Even the paintings on the walls had turned into that face, and the flower pots had become blood-soaked human heads. In the entire world, it seemed only that dead person remained.
Their lips parted, whispering to Fu Nuoman, telling of his terror before death, telling of the dampness of the place where he lay, telling of his despair at never being able to return home—
Police sirens cut through the night, and a crowd of onlookers quickly gathered in the small square in front of the five-star hotel.
From a distance, a man in a work uniform, looking listless, walked slowly and stopped at the edge of the crowd. Through the gaps between the bobbing heads, he saw a body bag being loaded into a car and police questioning a man dressed as a waiter.
Judging from the man's name tag, he should be the hotel manager.
"You mean that man suddenly went crazy, rushed out of his room, and then jumped to his death?"
"Yes, other guests on the same floor also saw it!" The manager replied with certainty, "Officer, I suspect that guy might have been a drug addict?"
"Officer, to be honest, when I called to ask if he needed late-night room service, he wasn't quite normal. This has absolutely nothing to do with our hotel!"
"We will investigate this thoroughly."
The police officer glanced at the manager and continued to ask, "I heard others say that before the man jumped, he seemed to mention a power outage? Did your hotel have a power outage tonight?"
"No, absolutely not. How could there be a power outage? We have three large generators as backup..."
The man paused in the crowd for a moment, then turned around silently, lit a cigarette, and walked into the city shrouded in night. "Whoosh—!" Tilting his head slightly to exhale smoke into the night sky, he muttered to himself, "Still arrived a bit late, what a pity."
When he arrived, he didn't even have time to act. Fu Nuoman was already dead, having fallen from a building over thirty stories high, his body shattered.
All of this was predetermined the moment Fu Nuoman shot him. This is the rule.
Even if he hadn't acted, Fu Nuoman would have died sooner or later. Everything he saw tonight was merely a beginning. An insignificant beginning, not even an overture.
However, if he could have, the man actually wanted to do it himself. "Should have known not to save those few dozen yuan."
Yes, he walked over from the night market. The taxi fare was expensive, and having just been ripped off by the snack stall owner, he was a bit reluctant. "Forget it. Anyway, I can go see Miss Hua now. I'll take a taxi this time. Calculating the time, she should be affected soon too."
Talking to himself, the man waved and hailed a passing taxi.
