Eldritch Horror Theatre - Ch. 67: Omen Must Die (13)
This survival instinct is a bit much!
Fu Qian looked at his lifeless arm, quickly analyzing the information he had just obtained.
If the guess was correct, you could say Omen reacted the moment he entered this place, causing a slight malfunction in Lu Xing's arrangements to draw his attention.
It could be called a fully automatic, three-dimensional survival system.
As for how he accomplished this, it might have something to do with that tree he saw.
That thing was clearly of a very high tier. As the entity he served, it provided him with some kind of special sanctuary.
With this, the logic behind why Omen was so hard to kill made perfect sense.
But if that was really the case, the operational strategy would need to be adjusted.
This was a kind of protection that could sense even the intent of incoming danger and quickly respond with misdirection.
This meant any scheming would be hard to pull off, and any action would be met with a targeted countermeasure. It was incredibly troublesome.
While Fu Qian sank into deep thought, Lu Xing made a new move.
His fingers rubbed along his neck until he finally found something, pinched it between his fingertips, and painfully pulled it out inch by inch with groans of agony.
Blood trickled slowly down the wound, but Lu Xing acted as if he felt nothing.
Fu Qian glanced at the object in his hand; it was a transparent strip about twenty centimeters long, faintly bearing oddly shaped patterns.
And as the strip was pulled out, the aura around Lu Xing swiftly became eerie, completely shedding his former normal human demeanor.
This should be what he used to mask his presence. So far, the effect seemed pretty good; at the very least, it had successfully fooled Lu Jun and the other guy.
Oh! And his wife.
"I suddenly realized that killing really does bring pleasure."
"My previous thinking might have been wrong."
Lu Xing threw his head back and laughed, looking like a madman.
"I should thank you, and that bitch Geng Yue, for making me realize this."
"The Curse I bear does have its meaning. At the very least, it lets me kill any trash I find unpleasant at will."
Now, lines of patterns were faintly seeping through the surface of his skin, adding an even greater touch of malevolence to his appearance.
What a classic "darkened state" character portrait.
But you're at best a Tier 7, what kind of attitude are you trying to pull here!
Fu Qian shook his head and, under Lu Xing's horrified gaze, simply stood right up.
The next moment, he shook his body. Flakes of skin bearing the black patterns peeled off him, crumbling to dust the second they detached.
I was just playing along for a bit, and you actually took it seriously.
The instant he was hit earlier, that outer layer of skin had already separated from his body.
"Thanks for the hospitality. I'm a bit busy, so I won't intrude any longer. If you want revenge, I, Qin Mingze of Lincheng, will oblige anytime."
"How is that possible—"
Lu Xing delivered a standard cannon fodder line.
"You clearly... why..."
It's hard for me to explain this clearly to you; after all, the difference in our levels is a bit too wide.
Fu Qian glanced at him, turned, and walked toward the door.
"You didn't come for Geng Yue."
Lu Xing seemed to suddenly understand something.
"You've been playing me this whole time?"
Lu Xing said through gritted teeth, his eyes turning increasingly vicious. He reached out and snatched up the crossbow resting to the side.
The next instant, another cold gleam shot forward.
It was as if Fu Qian had eyes in the back of his head; he effortlessly dodged the sneak attack.
However, after firing the arrow, Lu Xing silently lunged forward. He had donned a bizarrely shaped glove on his hand and swiped right at the center of Fu Qian's back.
Since you insist.
In Lu Xing's terrified eyes, Fu Qian turned into a blurred phantom.
The next moment, Lu Xing's body was hit as if by an invisible cannonball, sending him flying backward.
Before his body even hit the ground, Fu Qian was already waiting there and stomped down with his left foot.
Boom!
A fierce wind howled, and shockwaves rippled outwards.
Lu Xing's body convulsed violently, shuddering like a rag doll.
After a series of crackling sounds, he crashed heavily to the floor.
Weak as hell. If this guy is Omen, I'll eat my keyboard.
Without even a glance at the dying Lu Xing on the floor, Fu Qian opened the door and left.
Everyone has their own beliefs. Wanting to be a normal person, willingly living an ordinary life for the sake of the love in one's heart—perhaps it's hard to judge if that's right or wrong.
But to turn dark and negate your past self immediately after being betrayed by your lover is absolute foolishness.
Last time, Omen sacrificed just a freshly minted Tier 6 retired superhuman along with Huang Jianyuan's group, and a Calamity immediately descended.
This meant his current accumulation was quite sufficient; he was very close to success.
Time was short. He needed to fight fast with fast, there was no time to get tangled up with this guy here.
...
Looking at the Huang Family Manor in front of him, Fu Qian rapidly sketched out a map in his mind, recalling the route he took last time.
Fu Qian's memory had always been good; memorizing these things wasn't difficult.
If Huang Yuanchang was Omen, that dead retired superhuman would still be a perfect target.
A relatively independent living environment, a readily available chance for a sneak attack.
There was absolutely no reason not to exploit it.
The imposing gates and plaza were vividly in sight. At this moment, the Huang Family Manor still presented a scene of peace and comfort.
Fu Qian didn't pause for a second, walking straight ahead.
With every step he took, the muscles and bones in his face adjusted slightly, rapidly morphing into another visage.
By the time he reached the main gates, Fu Qian had completely taken on the appearance of Huang Jianyuan.
"Open the gate!"
Fu Qian grunted with a frown, not even looking at the guards at the gate.
The two guards exchanged a glance; Fu Qian's obviously foul mood put them under a lot of pressure.
"You've returned so early today, sir!"
Finally, one of them plastered on a smile and boldly offered a greeting.
Fu Qian lifted his head and shot him an icy glare.
The latter instantly silenced himself, and the guards swiftly opened the gate.
Choosing to transform into Huang Jianyuan was indeed the right call.
From his brief contact, this man clearly had a foul temper; he likely wasn't the sort to greet people with a smile on a regular basis.
As long as he stood there with a cold face, even if there was something unusual, no one would dare question him, and he wouldn't need to explain anything.
Entering smoothly, Fu Qian didn't linger. He advanced quickly according to the route in his head, facing no obstruction along the way and ignoring anyone who tried to greet him.
Soon, the familiar small courtyard was right in front of him. Fu Qian took a step forward and caught the faint scent of blood in the air.
Hmm?
Without a second word, Fu Qian stomped heavily on the ground, his body leaping high as he jumped directly into the courtyard.
Inside the wide-open door, two bloody, mangled bodies were still squirming. Dark strips of flesh slithered like snakes between the bodies, extending in all directions.
Such fast action!
Last time, he waited until the next day after Huang Leji and the others left to make a move. This time, he had gone straight in for the kill.
Was it because he knew I'd come looking for him?
However, the situation here was bound to be discovered quickly, which also meant it would be hard for him to continue hiding within the Huang Family Manor.
Huang Yuanchang was probably already gone.
Fu Qian thought silently. The next moment, ear-piercing alarms echoed through the sky.
It seemed someone had discovered the anomaly here, and a large group of people were rushing over.
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