Eldritch Horror Theatre - Ch. 125: The Hunter Thirsts for Blood (25)
Haha!
Fu Qian's words stunned Deng Feizhou for a second, and then he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Then I'd really like to see—"
He only got halfway through his sentence when his eyes suddenly widened as he stared at Fu Qian.
The latter actually stood up with a composed demeanor, and even took two steps.
*How is this possible! I had clearly trapped him!* Deng Feizhou stared at Fu Qian in disbelief.
The next moment, a glorious torch appeared in his line of sight.
Resplendent golden light enveloped Fu Qian's entire body, making him look like a celestial god for a moment, instilling an uncontrollable urge to bow down and worship him.
"H-how... could..."
In almost an instant, Deng Feizhou felt his thoughts turn into rusted gears, capable only of turning at a snail's pace. His consciousness was entirely flooded by that cluster of holy, dazzling light.
*How could this be? Dealing with a guy like you, how could I not make some extra preparations.*
Fu Qian shook his head while stepping forward. A Finger Gun shot out violently, piercing right through the latter's waist.
Starting from when he countered Deng Feizhou's probe at the door, under the cover of the Biochemical Demon Arm, he had conveniently activated Decree Residue. Under normal circumstances, this thing was undoubtedly a useless skill. Not to mention taking extremely long to take effect, but since the opponent was a Beyonder, the effect was even weaker.
But the benefit it brought was that it was hard to detect. Fu Qian just had the mindset of "might as well use it," so he conveniently gave it a try.
"Actually, I didn't expect you to be so cooperative either. So after realizing you were intentionally stalling for time, I decided to chat with you a little longer."
Facts proved that Deng Feizhou had engaged in a long, intimate chat with him, completely unaware. Thus, at such close range and over such a long time, it finally produced some effect.
Originally, Fu Qian wasn't sure how much use Decree Residue would be. It wasn't until Deng Feizhou secretly set a trap to confine him just now, leaving a massive loophole without realizing it, that he confirmed it had taken effect.
Therefore, after the opponent laid their cards on the table, Fu Qian decisively activated Mythic Form.
*Praise the Sun x1!*
Accumulated with the prior influence, Deng Feizhou's mental defenses were finally shattered. However, regarding the details, setting aside that Deng Feizhou's consciousness was already blurring, even if he could understand, Fu Qian wouldn't explain it to him in detail.
*This was an opportunity bought with 1 point of Sanity Value; how could he waste it on nonsense.*
Looking at Deng Feizhou's impaled body, Fu Qian didn't even retract his hand and directly activated Visceral Critical Strike.
Blood splattered!
Deng Feizhou slowly lowered his head, staring numbly at the terrifying wound on his body. Around the outer edges of the wound, countless pink fleshy granulations writhed, attempting to repair the severely damaged body.
It wasn't until this moment that he finally felt a trace of pain.
Yet before he could say anything, the next moment, an invisible Air Bullet obliterated his head.
Deng Feizhou's body fell to the ground. Amidst the pool of blood covering the floor, the severed limbs and flesh rapidly converged, attempting to reassemble with unimaginable vitality. However, under the condition of a dissipating consciousness, the more they tried, the less human they looked, ultimately turning into a mingled ball of flesh and blood.
Without hesitation, Fu Qian activated Visceral Critical Strike again. After three consecutive times, the writhing flesh finally lost its vitality.
This big shot of the Primordial Council finally melted into puddles of colorless liquid, seeping under the floorboards.
"Done!" Fu Qian glanced at the wall clock and nodded in satisfaction.
Only two and a half minutes had passed. He had perfectly fulfilled his previous promise.
*Speaking of which, this guy was incredibly insidious too. He spoke nicely, praising me as a rare genius seen once in ten thousand years. Secretly, it was just to stall for time, waiting for Chen Xing to arrive and finish me off. In his eyes, I was merely an excellent experimental material.*
*However, to hold my attention, he did reveal quite a bit of valuable information, so it wasn't without gains.*
There was still one minute until eight o'clock. Soon, the newly advanced Demigod Chen Xing would arrive here.
Fu Qian thought for a moment and chose not to flee. Instead, he walked forward and righted the table and chairs that had fallen over earlier.
*You must be joking! The target is delivering himself to the door. How could I just walk away from such a good thing. Although the previous exchange was dangerous, the movements weren't large, causing almost no damage to the room. After tidying up, it looked perfectly normal.*
After doing all this, Fu Qian sat down directly in Deng Feizhou's seat. Without even trying to disguise himself as Deng Feizhou, Fu Qian leaned back in the chair, lazily watching the direction of the main door, just waiting for Chen Xing's arrival like this.
At exactly eight o'clock, the doorbell rang punctually.
Fu Qian did not stand up to open the door. Instead, he extended a single finger. The tip of his finger rapidly extended into a tentacle, which nimbly unlatched the door.
The newly advanced Demigod Chen Xing stood outside, looking in with a grave expression.
"Please come in."
Fu Qian deliberately didn't retract the tentacle immediately, but let it slowly coil back in. Chen Xing's gaze was fixed on it almost the entire time. Only when Fu Qian's finger returned to its original state did he step into the room.
*Hooked!*
Fu Qian remained expressionless, but nodded secretly in his heart.
The reason he didn't try to transform into Deng Feizhou just now was because the person before him was a Demigod. He absolutely didn't believe this tiny wall could isolate the other party's perception, nor did he believe his disguise, aided by the mask's interference, could fool the other party.
If he really did that, once Chen Xing sensed it, his first judgment would definitely be that Deng Feizhou had already been killed. At that point, the most likely outcome would be Chen Xing turning around and leaving, and it would be virtually impossible for him to make Chen Xing stay. Once he returned home and remained on high alert at all times, the difficulty of finding another chance to strike would increase exponentially.
Therefore, Fu Qian chose to sit here with his true face and deliberately displayed the tentacle.
It was highly probable that Deng Feizhou had shown the finger-dropping trick in front of Chen Xing. Thus, upon witnessing this scene, Chen Xing's first reaction would definitely be that he had some connection with Deng Feizhou. Given that there were no signs of a struggle in the room, he would most likely walk in to confirm the situation to figure out what happened.
Then, he could impersonate another member of the Primordial Council.
"Sit." Fu Qian exhaled, gesturing for the other party to sit down across from him.
Staring at Fu Qian for a long time, Chen Xing eventually sat down.
"Where is Deng Feizhou?"
"The Night Watchers' movements are a bit too frequent. To avoid any accidents, he needed to leave first," Fu Qian said expressionlessly.
"Why didn't he tell me in advance?" Old man Chen was clearly very alert as well, immediately questioning back.
"The matter was urgent, we had to minimize suspicious contact."
"You are actually someone from the Primordial Council?"
"Is it that strange? If I hadn't stepped in earlier, do you think you could have dispelled Yuan Shan's suspicions?" Fu Qian snorted, hinting that his previous act of whipping Chen Mingda was authorized by Deng Feizhou. "Or are you planning to pursue vengeance for me killing your son?"
Hmph!
Mentioning Chen Mingda, a flash of pain crossed Chen Xing's eyes, and then he shook his head with a long sigh.
"Rest assured, I can still see the big picture clearly. For the sake of the family, some necessary sacrifices are worth it. The Chen Family has been without a Demigod for too long. So long that even our own people had begun to doubt our bloodline and the legacy itself... Mingda will understand."
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