Eldritch Horror Theatre - Ch. 120: The Hunter Desires Blood (20)
"So, Mr. Bookstore Owner, any interest in going together to vanquish demons and slay monsters?"
Inside the Sealed Zone, Yuan Shan stared at Fu Qian with a smile.
"Can I say I'm not interested?"
"No, you cannot."
Before Fu Qian could even finish asking, Yuan Shan stated directly.
"You must come with me."
"Did you think I would let you out of my sight while I left the Nightwatcher Base?"
I knew it.
Fu Qian sighed.
His previous words had only managed to dispel a part of Yuan Shan's wariness.
To sum it up, it just went from 'this lady is going to slap you to death' to 'I'll spare your life and see how you behave'.
He was someone with a criminal record of forcefully trespassing into the Nightwatcher Base. During this sensitive period, how could Yuan Shan possibly let him slip out of her control!
At that time, with the Nightwatcher Base lacking a Demigod to oversee it, if he truly harbored ill intentions, it was highly likely he could cause a mess.
Don't be fooled by Yuan Shan's easygoing appearance; she was the person in charge of the Night Watchers in Shangjing, an existence holding the power of life and death in the supernatural world.
Yuan Shan would absolutely not take such a risk; there was no room for negotiation on this point.
However, the good thing was that he intended to go anyway; asking like that was merely striking a pose.
After all, his current persona was that of a Hermit Expert. Being too eager would also arouse suspicion.
"Let's set off. Actually, I am somewhat curious too."
"That's more like it."
After reinforcing the seal once again, Yuan Shan called over the old guard. After giving a few brief instructions, she signaled for Fu Qian to leave.
They didn't return along the path they came; this time they walked through a narrow stone corridor.
Proceeding upwards all the way, when they appeared above ground, Fu Qian found himself in an empty hall, surrounded by a complex of black stone buildings.
The black spire in the middle of the Nightwatcher Base!
A thought struck Fu Qian, and he guessed his current location.
Sure enough, it extended in all directions down below; there was far more than one passage.
Last time, Yuan Shan likely took a shortcut to intercept him.
"Keep an eye on him, don't rush to take action. Wait until I get there."
Speaking of which, didn't he forget something?
Listening to Yuan Shan issuing orders over there, Fu Qian frowned slightly, remembering something.
Wen Li was still waiting outside Yuan Shan's office!
Forget it, let's just let her stay there.
Right now in Shangjing, there is no place safer than there.
...
The location provided by Poker Face was extremely remote.
Speeding along like lightning, just as they were about to arrive at the destination.
Yuan Shan, who had been smiling sweetly, suddenly had a change of expression.
A situation?
Fu Qian frowned, immediately followed by hearing the sounds of combat coming from afar.
Yuan Shan sprinted forward at the first instance. Fu Qian followed behind and discovered that a chaotic battle was already underway ahead.
Aside from Poker Face, Fu Qian also saw a familiar figure—Elder Chen Xing, who had taken action at the banquet.
Amidst a group of onlookers, the two were jointly engaged in a fierce battle with Henrik.
Perhaps worried about accidentally injuring his teammates, Chen Xing didn't use the ability from last time that slowed the movements of people around him.
Covered in wounds, Henrik's speed was still as fast as lightning, and his attacks were exceptionally fierce, forcefully suppressing the two Fourth Tiers.
Besides Poker Face and the team brought by Chen Mingda, there were many more people around, presumably brought over by Chen Xing.
The vitality of a Demigod is truly formidable!
Fu Qian sighed with emotion as he watched from the side.
Having suffered such heavy injuries previously, he still possessed such might right now.
"Step back!"
Facing the three people engaged in combat, Yuan Shan took two steps forward and expressionlessly raised her hand.
The next moment, a giant black net appeared out of thin air, enveloping Henrik with an overwhelming momentum.
So it can be activated this fast?
Fu Qian marveled.
His experience from their last clash made him acutely aware of how troublesome Yuan Shan's move was.
Witnessing this scene, the onlookers were collectively stunned at first, and then let out a burst of cheers.
Yuan Shan's arrival undoubtedly injected a shot in the arm for everyone, lightening the atmosphere considerably.
Hearing Yuan Shan's voice, Poker Face and Chen Xing immediately retreated.
The giant black net enveloped Henrik in the center of the fray, then quickly tightened.
Ahhhhh!
Unexpectedly, amidst piercing roars.
The formless and incorporeal invisible black net, like a shadow, was forcefully ripped open with a large hole by Henrik.
However, before he could escape the restraints, another giant net enveloped him.
Yuan Shan remained expressionless, not giving Henrik another chance to rip it open.
One giant black net after another soon tightly bound him, wrapping him into a thick cocoon.
He finally fell to the ground, leaving only his head exposed outside.
"What happened? Didn't I tell you not to make a move yet?"
Yuan Shan wasn't in a hurry to step forward and check; instead, she glanced at Poker Face, who had withdrawn.
"We were indeed following from a distance."
The latter looked embarrassed.
"We didn't expect him to suddenly turn around and start attacking us. We were forced to act early."
Is that so?
Yuan Shan said no more, simply nodding and turning to Chen Xing beside her.
"Master of the Chen Family, thanks for your hard work."
"He murdered many Chen Family disciples; it's my unshirkable duty."
Chen Xing's tiger-like eyes were filled with hostility. He coldly watched the still-struggling Henrik, his killing intent awe-inspiring.
"I deeply apologize for this."
Yuan Shan didn't say anything more and walked straight toward the bound Henrik.
Seeing his already distorted and deformed body, along with the densely packed, horrifying scars on it.
Yuan Shan, who seemed to always wear a sweet smile, flashed a hint of pain in her eyes.
The latter's struggles had ceased. He was blankly staring at Yuan Shan, his body trembling uncontrollably.
"Henrik..."
Yuan Shan softly called out, attempting to communicate with him.
But before she could continue speaking, Henrik suddenly clutched his head, let out a tragic, miserable howl, and then began to struggle frantically once again.
"Careful!"
Poker Face immediately rushed forward to prevent any abnormalities from Henrik.
Amidst the continuous struggling, Henrik's body began to undergo drastic changes.
His body elongated and deformed once more, almost losing his human appearance, as countless sharp bone spikes shot out from within his body.
The power that erupted in his desperate bid for death forcefully shredded the Demigod-level restraints on his body, revealing continuously peeling flesh and blood.
Regaining his freedom, carrying his body that was on the verge of collapse, Henrik lunged straight towards the back. Instantly, screams arose all around.
The next moment, the entire area became abnormally slow, as if bogged down in sticky syrup.
Chen Xing, who had been watching him, blocked his path.
The suddenly activated ability unavoidably caused Henrik, who looked like a demonic god, to be affected to a certain extent, slowing him down for a split second.
Although it was slight, it was enough.
Chen Xing flashed forward and, with a peculiar motion, viciously struck the latter's skull.
A crisp cracking sound rang out. Henrik, who was already at the end of his rope, finally crashed to the ground.
Following a burst of sounds like bamboo joints cracking all over his body, his physical form could finally hold together no longer and disintegrated inch by inch.
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