Chapter 30: What Face Do People Have When They Are About to d*e?
Under the faint moonlight, Qingyuan Ferry Dock and the indeterminate night merged into one.
In the distance, on a small hill with an open view, Jiang Li gazed in the direction of the dock’s warehouse, quietly listening to the data report from a member of the Special Action Team beside her.
“The Night Erosion level is 3.7, the value is relatively high.”
“Spirit energy fluctuation minimum level is D-rank, peak level is B-rank, the number of source individuals is 127.”
“Calamity response is 0.03%, normal.”
“Hiding oneself among a group of low-rank urban legends, trying to escape?” Jiang Li muttered to herself.
But where did they gather so many D-rank urban legends? Was it created through the evil face patterns like the last time at Luxianbei’s house?
Thinking of this, Jiang Li’s expression darkened even more; over a hundred D-rank urban legends represented over a hundred restless souls.
She turned to the person next to her and said, “Notify everyone, prepare to act, do not let a single urban legend escape! Also… after we go back, investigate the cases of corpse theft.”
“Understood.” The member of the Special Action Team, dressed in black, responded and then melted into the night.
The next moment.
“Co—co—!”
Strange bird calls echoed through the seemingly empty mountains and forests, reminiscent of a baby’s laughter.
It was the call of a nocturnal bird known as the Barn Owl.
The d*ath-Owl Badges trembled gently, accompanying the cries and spreading invisible ripples of spirit energy, conveying information.
In the darkness, the faint sounds of g*n safeties being released and firearms being chambered reverberated through the forest, instantly putting all members of the Special Action Team on high alert.
The targets of these members were not Mr. Rabbit but to stop the D-rank urban legends hidden in the warehouse from escaping the encirclement to avoid affecting the surrounding areas.
Even though heavy weapons were difficult to inflict substantial damage on higher-ranked urban legends, tangible and physical lower-ranked urban legends could hardly withstand the power of a barrage of bullets; if they could, add a grenade to that.
As for the higher-ranked urban legends, there was a saying circulating in the Siye Society—only urban legends can k*ll other urban legends.
…
Unbeknownst to when, fog began to envelop the entire Qingyuan Ferry Dock.
The heavy iron door to the warehouse, covered in rust, was pushed open, and the stale dust mixed with the smell of machine oil poured out from the dark space behind the door, accompanied by a low, ominous sound as if something dreadful was being released.
Like a flood, countless “freaks,” dressed in black tails with rabbit headgear sewn on, surged out from behind the door, colliding and piling upon each other like lifeless dolls scattered across the ground.
In an instant, even an ordinary person could sense the chilling, deathly aura rushing in, as if it were going to engulf the members of the Siye Society lying in ambush around the dock.
“Click—click—!” The stiff bodies twisted, and the light sounds of bones echoed as those “freaks” struggled to rise from what appeared to be their graves like the living dead.
Following closely, they rushed towards the surrounding forest like soldiers responding to a charge command.
Quickly.
Under layers of chilling white fog, the sound of gunfire erupted, and the flashes of fire vanished within the thick mist, as bloodied limbs filled with a stench fluttered about, while the members of the Siye Society’s Special Action Team clashed with the D-rank urban legends disguised as Mr. Rabbit.
For a time, the area within a two-kilometer radius of Qingyuan Ferry Dock had transformed into a brutal hunting ground.
However, in this chaotic scene, Jiang Li stood motionless on the small hill, and An Qing, located in another open area across the river from her, remained the same.
Her mind was highly focused, her spiritual senses fully open, and for a moment, she took in all the flow of air within a kilometer.
In the twin pools of faint blue light that were her eyes, the spirit energy fluctuations emanating from the urban legends under the night, bright and dim, strong and weak, resembled countless stars scattered across the night sky.
Suddenly, a strong spirit energy fluctuation became clear among the many D-rank urban legends, like a new star slowly rising.
In the next moment, Jiang Li and An Qing moved together, silver and crimson lights flashing like two swords, piercing through the fog and night.
In a corner of Qingyuan Ferry Dock, a rabbit-headed freak’s footsteps suddenly faltered, emitting a strange laughter, its spirit energy fluctuations climbing rapidly as the flesh under the black cloak seemed to boil and writhe frantically.
Accompanied by the sound of “shred, shred!”, the grotesque flesh ripped through its clothing, revealing a twisted, deformed, and filthy rabbit-headed monster, which suddenly appeared before the eyes of the Special Action Team members.
“Bang bang bang—bang bang bang—!”
In an instant, all the vitality around focused on that hideous monster, a rain of metal poured from the g*n barrels, cascading onto its contorted body, with large chunks of flesh torn apart by the flashes of flame, falling to the ground and releasing waves of foul-smelling black smoke.
However…
The firepower could only slow its advance; it couldn’t completely stop it. Bit by bit, it crept toward the edge of the encampment of the Special Action Team members, its three-part rabbit mouth curling back to reveal meat-grinder-like blades, emitting a maddening roar.
Its thick, deformed arms grabbed a nearby tree several meters tall, uprooting it and swinging it forward.
At that moment, silver and crimson intersected.
“Swish—!” A silver light flashed past it, the sound of hooves striking stones rang out.
Jiang Li’s figure became clear in front of it, the dirty bl**d slowly dripping along the runic longsword, the toxin on the blade spreading out.
It was the toxin of the Hydra, enough to make legendary mythological beings feel pain beyond d*ath.
After writhing a few times, the monster’s right arm, along with half of its chest, exploded into a mass of pitch-black filthy bl**d.
On the other side, the bloodlines on its left arm wove together into a net, spreading along the patterns, transforming into meticulously sliced meat pieces that silently fell away.
Almost simultaneously, Jiang Li and An Qing sensed its energy rapidly diminishing; the massive body crashed down, exposing the eerie human face patterns on its back before their eyes.
It was the evil face pattern!
“Not good!” Both exclaimed simultaneously.
…
In Huacheng, at an unnamed clubhouse, under the dazzling lights, the mixed fragrances of perfume and smoke filled the air as young men and women, enamored with the night, partied heartily.
Most people only knew that THE UNDERGROUND WORLD was the only night club in Huacheng open until the early morning and were unaware of the existence of this clubhouse.
Its existence was illegal, engaging in various indescribable services and transactions that could not be revealed publicly, only spreading within an extremely small circle.
On the central stage in the dance floor, a group of scantily clad Bunny Girls swayed their waists to the music, flaunting their long legs wrapped in black stockings, striking alluring poses with the pole.
The next moment, a Bunny Girl with a human face tattoo on her back collapsed from the stage, bl**d spewing from her mouth, pooling beneath her and spreading out.
There was no excessive panic; people coldly dispersed, and soon a few burly men dressed in black cut through the crowd, dragging the Bunny Girl’s body out of the dance floor.
Quickly, everything returned to the state it was in before the anomaly occurred, and people once again lost themselves in the music and desire.
Such scenes were all too common here, as due to the peculiar nature of this place, some transactions concerning spirit energy items constantly occurred, and situations where people came into contact with spirit energy items and experienced abnormalities in their bodies was nothing new.
A few minutes later, in a narrow, deep alley behind the unnamed clubhouse.
Rats and insects scurried between mountains of black garbage bags, making rustling sounds, while a Bunny Girl quietly lay amidst the trash, just like discarded refuse.
Suddenly, the human face tattoo on her pale back glowed with a bloody light, and as the light flashed, the tattoo seemed to melt away and dissipated, waking her up in the next moment.
“Ha—!” She breathed heavily, her two white bunny-like br*asts heaving, her eyes, like glass beads, shone with a vacant crimson hue.
“Ha, I didn’t expect the consumption of seizing a C-rank urban legend to be so great.” She chuckled coldly, sitting up and pulling out an old flip phone from the white gap in her chest, searching for the only number stored within and dialing it.
“Yes, it’s me. I have broken free.”
“Mm, see you at the appointed place later.”
After speaking, she exerted force and instantly crushed the phone into pieces.
…
Luxianbei had a dream, in which he rode on a beautiful white horse clad in silver armor, galloping under the full moon, his body rising and falling with its movements.
His fingers ran through its silver fur, gently stroking its delicate, smooth skin, bringing about utmost pleasure.
This feeling… what is it? Luxianbei thought, am I not only refining metal but also need to tend to horses in the future?
What kind of messed-up setting is this? This is too perverse! How could I possibly be this kind of person?
Wake me up from this strange dream, you b*stard!
As Luxianbei thought this, a clear evening breeze hit his face, and he suddenly woke up. Once he calmed himself down, he realized the bumping continued, but the magnificent white horse had morphed into a bare-chested man, and his hand was intimately caressing the man’s chest.
Luxianbei’s gaze collided with the man’s, creating a very awkward situation.
The man glared at Luxianbei, his gaze aggressive. Luxianbei froze for a moment, shyly turning his head away, ramping up the awkwardness even further.
Wait! Something’s off! Glancing over the city buildings shrouded in night, Luxianbei was momentarily stunned. Shouldn’t I be in the hospital? How did I end up in a place like this?
“What the hell! Who are you?!”
“Hehe, you don’t need to know who I am!” the man laughed, his voice laced with a pitch reminiscent of cicadas.
“You must be the villain, right?”
The man was obviously taken aback by the word, “…”
“Got a lot of question marks in your head?” Luxianbei said flatly, “Saying something that a villain would say makes your identity quite obvious, doesn’t it? I bet your next line will be, ‘even if you know, what’s the difference?’ Right?”
The man, “……” What was with this calm and composed demeanor as if he was seeing through everything? Did he have any other cards up his sleeve?
“In one minute, you’ll also say, ‘even if you scream your throat out no one will come to save you,’ and I know that shouting won’t do any good. By the way, just to ask, you won’t k*ll me, right?”
“Hehe, not for now, but soon…”
“Then that’s good, then I’ll…”
What a j*rk! Luxianbei took a deep breath, almost revealing a hint of fear.
What are you doing? The man frowned slightly, and in the next moment, a scream similar to that of a slaughtered pig echoed in his ear, the young man on his shoulder squirming and writhing like a worm.
“Help! I’m being kidnapped! Jiang Li! An Qing! Ahua! This is awful; daylight robbery! No, it’s a beautiful boy abduction!”
Does he not feel ashamed? The man twitched his lips; he had already sealed Luxianbei’s voice with spirit energy, but still felt a bit uneasy, like a thief.
“What face do people have when they are about to d*e? Is face more important than living?” Luxianbei thought.
“Is there no one to help? Is there no law? Someone come! If no one comes soon, I’m going to be ruined!”
“d*mn! Shut up!”
(Well, I admit defeat; you are too “enthusiastic.” Let’s postpone the update rules for now, and when I finish repaying, we can get back to it. Otherwise, I can only go down the path of cross-dressing to apologize.)
