Eldritch Horror Theatre - Ch. 115: The Hunter Thirsts for Blood (15)
"Wen Li, why are you here?"
Chen Mingfei quickly hurried over to them, looking at Wen Li with a strange expression.
"Coming to visit an elder."
Wen Li explained with a smile.
Visiting an elder.
Chen Mingfei glanced behind Wen Li, then looked at Fu Qian off to the side.
"And this is?"
"Fang Xun, a friend of mine."
Seeing that Fu Qian had no intention of speaking at all, Wen Li took the initiative to introduce him, similarly without explaining too much.
Friend?
Chen Mingfei looked Fu Qian up and down for a while, his expression a bit unfriendly.
Compared to Chen Mingda, this younger cousin of his is quite a bit more ostentatious!
Feeling the gaze Chen Mingfei was giving him, Fu Qian thought to himself.
"It's not very safe outside right now, it's best not to stay for a long time."
After looking at Fu Qian for a moment, Chen Mingfei turned back and said to Wen Li.
"Mm, thanks for the reminder. Actually, we were just about to head back. Are you leading a team to hunt down the defected Night Watcher?"
We? Could it be that you two are even living together?
Chen Mingfei's brows furrowed tighter, but he still answered patiently.
"Yes. Yesterday another Chen Family descendant was murdered. Second Uncle issued a death order for everyone to mobilize and find that guy's tracks, swearing not to rest until he's caught."
"Then you must also pay attention to your safety."
Wen Li reminded him politely.
"Rest assured. That guy is just a bloodthirsty beast right now, acting entirely on instinct. He's just an empty shell of a realm; nothing to be feared at all."
He planted this flag so proficiently!
Fu Qian originally lacked interest in the conversation between the two, but right now he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
How about letting Wen Li go home first later, while he secretly followed this bait?
He just felt that after saying this paragraph, the probability of this guy being targeted had increased by 80%.
Chen Mingfei was clearly very attentive to Wen Li, demonstrating a rare patience.
His mouth said not to stay outside for too long, but the person himself kept striking up casual conversation with Wen Li.
"It's not safe outside right now, Miss Wen, do you want to move to the manor to stay, and have us send you home after the crisis is resolved?"
Indeed they were family, having more or less the same idea as Chen Mingda.
"No need."
Wen Li's reaction was exactly identical, smiling and shaking her head.
"With Mr. Fang around, there's no problem with my safety."
Doing it on purpose? Clearly drawing aggro to me.
Fu Qian glanced at Wen Li and found the latter looking at him with a pleading face.
Wants me to help shake off this entanglement?
He'd let it slide this time; next time you'd better discuss it with me in advance, and we'll talk about the fee.
At this time, Chen Mingfei couldn't help but look over again.
"Mr. Fang is very unfamiliar; did you just arrive in Shangjing?"
These aristocratic descendants really talked in circles.
Translated, the meaning of this should be—Who the hell do you think you are, coming to Shangjing to beg for food—right?
Fu Qian glanced sideways at Chen Mingfei and completely treated him like air.
"Mr. Fang... has quite a personality."
Chen Mingfei instantly ground his teeth in a mix of awkwardness and anger.
Something seems a bit wrong.
Fu Qian paid him absolutely no mind. He first looked up at the sky, then grabbed Wen Li and yanked her a step back.
The next moment, a streak of light descended from the sky.
Amidst a string of miserable screams, a swath of Chen Family descendants fell to the ground instantly.
This is...
Everyone looked at the figure that had appeared in the middle.
Deformed limbs, tattered clothes.
On a face covered with dark veins were beast-like scarlet eyes.
Henrik?
Although his facial features were somewhat deformed, one could still make out the appearance of the Henrik from the banquet.
The fish had taken the bait.
Today's trip was no longer just a fruitful harvest; it could be called an absolute jackpot.
It was just that this fish seemed a bit too big!
Fu Qian sized up Henrik, clearly able to feel that, compared to during the banquet, the aura intensity of this former Night Watcher right now was exaggeratedly high.
If not for the messy and tyrannical aura, it almost felt like facing a Demigod. That fierce killing intent was practically materializing into substance.
Does going berserk really level you up?
"Henrik?"
Finally realizing what had happened, Wen Li quietly leaned closer, holding her breath.
"Should be."
As soon as Fu Qian finished speaking, Henrik's scarlet eyes looked over.
Tyrannical, mad.
There was actually a feeling of being targeted by a wild beast.
The rumors were true; there was a high probability this person had lost his mind.
At this moment, Henrik's figure vanished from the spot again.
So fast!
Is the target Wen Li?
As the only one able to capture this person's movements, Fu Qian quickly made a judgment.
Unfortunately, the latter was currently choked up and stiff-bodied, completely motionless.
Locked on by Henrik's killing intent, a support personnel like Wen Li had absolutely no ability to resist and couldn't even make a dodging motion.
Seeing this scene, Fu Qian didn't say a second word and kicked out.
In the end, Wen Li still didn't escape the fate of being kicked flying.
But this kick simultaneously saved her life.
A stream of light flashed as Henrik appeared in Wen Li's original position, leaving a deep, long trench underfoot.
This was merely an ordinary claw strike.
Looking at that terrifying mark.
He had to say, he previously thought Yuan Shan's methods were miraculous, but looking at it now, Physical Types were still more thrilling.
Missing his single strike, Henrik almost didn't pause at all as his gaze shifted onto Fu Qian.
The next moment, a bizarrely shaped long saber tore through Fu Qian's silhouette.
However, it was merely a silhouette.
Fu Qian had dashed diagonally a step, dodging this strike.
Flurries of saber light intertwined with bursts of roars.
Seemingly realizing that only Fu Qian posed a threat, Henrik launched a stormy barrage of attacks.
Such a deep grudge!
Fu Qian sighed with emotion while dodging.
Thanks to the special training on the Ring Archipelago, his body was nimble and free at this moment, weaving through the saber lights and claw shadows like taking a stroll in a courtyard.
Given his previous performance at the Night Watcher Base, he didn't intend to expose certain abilities of his here.
He would switch to using other skills this time.
Amidst the continuous close-quarters dogfight, Fu Qian finally found an opening and pointed his fingers repeatedly.
Five Air Bullets whizzed out.
Sure enough, facing this kind of attack, the frenzied Henrik neither dodged nor evaded, choosing to take it head-on to trade injuries for injuries.
With a series of continuous sounds, all five bullets hit. They didn't cause much damage, but the immense power behind them still caused Henrik's movements to stagnate for a moment.
Utilizing this single instant, Fu Qian flashed behind him.
On Henrik's back, it was currently still a mangled mess of flesh and blood.
The wound left by the strike from the Chen Family's Old Master was still there.
It was simply too perfect.
Fu Qian thrust his hand forward without hesitation.
He didn't activate his Mythic Form; he directly executed a Visceral Critical Strike.
The next moment, Henrik let out an earth-shattering roar, his whole body lunging violently forward.
As his internal organs spewed out, this guy's spine practically fell apart.
However, Henrik displayed exaggeratedly strong vitality and surprisingly still didn't fall down.
Instead, he raised his head and let out an incomparably mournful howl.
Underneath his feet, the shivering Chen Mingfei was desperately retreating backwards.
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