Eldritch Horror Theatre - Ch. 26: Shadow Nightmare
"An inch of time is an inch of gold."
After finishing his stretches, Fu Qian looked at Tan Mingxue with a smile.
"But don't worry, you'll be freed from this boring stuff soon enough."
Tan Mingxue's response was simple: with a shake of her hair, countless fine threads centered on Fu Qian and slashed inward.
The same trick doesn't work twice on a Saint.
Fu Qian took another deep breath and raised his right foot.
Boom!
A foot carrying violent power stomped onto the ground. The erupting shockwave rushed out in all directions, blowing away the sky full of fine threads.
Tan Mingxue's signature move naturally wasn't that simple. The fine threads fluttered and rolled backward, but this only lasted for the time of a single breath before they gathered together once more.
One breath was already enough.
A piercing screech of tearing metal rang out as Fu Qian forcibly ripped the tabletop off a nearby dining table.
Almost everything inside the Safe House was made of special metal. This tabletop was an exaggerated piece of solid metal, extremely heavy in the hand.
Seeing this scene, emotional fluctuations finally appeared on Tan Mingxue's poker face.
It was too late for regrets now.
Fu Qian didn't give her a chance to show off her facial expressions, raising the heavy tabletop to his chest.
Turn, swing.
The next moment, the tabletop transformed into a flying shield, carrying fierce, unrivaled kinetic energy as it flew toward Tan Mingxue's head.
At the same time, Fu Qian spread the five fingers of his left hand and silently fired off five consecutive Air Bullets.
Tan Mingxue's three thousand feet of white hair instinctively retracted in an instant, gathering into a cluster in front of her to try and block the tabletop that looked like it could crush any target.
Debris filled the air, and tearing sounds were endless.
The sharpness of the fine threads was quite exaggerated. The seemingly indestructible solid metal tabletop was actually shattered to pieces in an instant, and then forcefully sliced into fragments.
Sharp, but unfortunately meaningless.
Fu Qian was right; even though it was smashed to pieces, every single piece of sliced metal still followed its original trajectory, steadfastly advancing towards Tan Mingxue's head.
Because it was disassembled, it even became a shotgun blast.
Tan Mingxue obviously knew this too. While the fine threads blocked the flying shield, she shifted several meters in a completely awkward posture, finally narrowly avoiding this storm of needles.
The metal fragments blasted directly into the wall behind her, piercing a honeycomb-like patch of deep craters.
However, the next moment, the pupils of Tan Mingxue, who had just dodged a headshot, suddenly dilated, and her nearly off-balance body shifted again.
Even so, an invisible bullet still struck her in the waist, splashing a spray of blood.
Not bad!
She actually didn't fall.
Worthy of being a Night Watchers group leader; this move was much stronger than that Mr Ji.
Pant, pant!
Panting heavily, clutching the wound on her waist with one hand, Tan Mingxue's face was indescribably ugly.
When she received the news earlier, she had heard a rough description. She hadn't expected this guy to be far more terrifying than imagined.
Where the hell did this monster come from!
"Sneak attack, despicable and shameless!"
"Someone using that thing as a weapon doesn't seem qualified to criticize me."
Fu Qian pointed at her hair.
"Are you ready?"
"Ready for what?"
Tan Mingxue had absolutely no interest in talking to this guy, but she definitely wouldn't mind a moment's respite to tend to her wound.
"Your last words."
Fu Qian slowly spat out two words, but his eyes weren't looking at her; rather, they were staring at Wen Li in the corner.
The latter was currently turning her head back, her mouth agape in an "O" shape, seemingly unable to accept the scene unfolding before her.
Making eye contact with Fu Qian, Wen Li snapped her head away as if electrocuted, her eyes squeezed shut, looking down her nose to her heart.
"Who exactly are you?"
Tan Mingxue uttered a classic flag-raising line at this moment.
"Hermit Expert."
Fu Qian answered while picking up an ashtray from the floor.
It had just fallen off the table.
"Hold on, I'll save the hostage first."
Just then, a dark shadow flashed overhead. Someone had actually jumped down.
In his thirties, wearing a black top and gold-rimmed glasses.
"Qi Xue!"
Seeing the newcomer, Tan Mingxue almost instantly regained her strength, and her voice gained momentum.
The brutal power displayed by the opponent just now had almost made her lose confidence.
Seeing Qi Xue pounce toward Wen Li's side, although she felt it was unnecessary, she gritted her teeth and once again mobilized all her transparent threads to attack Fu Qian.
Clang!
With a loud bang, Qi Xue's figure came to a screeching halt, stopping a few meters away from Wen Li.
On the wall in front of him, the ashtray thrown by Fu Qian had smashed a deep dent.
"You'd better stay away from there."
Fu Qian evaded Tan Mingxue's attacks like taking a leisurely stroll. Carrying two freshly uprooted table legs in his hands, he walked all the way up to the man.
He turned his head to look at Wen Li, who was almost about to stand up.
"Do you really think he's here to save you?"
"What do you mean?"
Seeing new reinforcements arrive just now, Wen Li had been thrilled, almost trembling as she stood up.
But Fu Qian's words now left her confused again.
Fu Qian didn't speak, but pointed at her head.
This is...
Realizing her panic, Wen Li took a breath to calm her emotions.
The next moment, she suddenly took a step back, staring in horror at Qi Xue, who wasn't far from her.
"You're not... Who are you?!"
"I'm not."
Qi Xue suddenly revealed a hideous smile. His facial features quickly melted and deformed, transforming into another man's face in the blink of an eye.
Ignoring Wen Li, he turned his head to look at Fu Qian.
"I'm a little curious. How did you know?"
"Do you even need to ask? This is the guy who took the job to kill you."
Fu Qian answered the dumbfounded Wen Li on the side.
"You really are popular. Those who want to kill you and those who want to save you are both rushing to get in."
"As for how I could tell?"
Fu Qian turned back to the fake Qi Xue.
"Take a guess, heh heh heh."
Of course Fu Qian wasn't going to tell him that he recognized him because he had killed him once before and had long memorized his aura.
That's right, this guy was the one who manipulated Wen Xiuxian last time.
"There is absolutely nothing wrong with my disguise."
The man gritted his teeth.
"It is indeed very convincing. Look at that brainless person over there; didn't she completely fail to notice?"
Fu Qian pointed at Tan Mingxue, whose face instantly flushed red.
"How should I address you?"
After mocking Tan Mingxue, Fu Qian once again focused his attention on Brother Assassin.
"If you want to keep it a secret out of professional ethics, that's fine too. Your defining traits are quite obvious; I can just look it up casually after I kill you."
This guy made him fail the Shattered Mind mission on Wen Li last time. Today, there was definitely no way he was walking away.
"Shadow Nightmare. Indeed, I take money to do jobs."
The man looked at Fu Qian and laughed.
"You are very strong. I truly have no confidence in beating you, but if you really want to kill me, I advise you not to be impulsive."
Rip.
He tore open the clothes on his upper body.
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