Chapter 214
Chapter 214
Xiao Huai’s gaze sharpened. Countless masses of scorching flame erupted in an instant, streaking toward the red hemp ropes like a blazing meteor.
It was the Lotus Flame.
Xiao Huai knew that the Lotus Flame amounted to little in Edwin’s eyes.
But Xiao Huai needed more than the force of an explosive burst of fire. What he truly needed was divine power reinforcing his physical body.
In his mortal body, he might last only a few minutes against Edwin before being defeated.
Edwin smiled faintly and flicked a finger. The surrounding water vapor condensed at once into a vast wall of water, firmly blocking the flames bearing down on him.
The water wall and fire collided with a violent hiss. Steam spread through the air, casting everything in a hazy veil.
He was the Moon God, master of the tides. The sun and moon, fire and water, mortals and gods all stood in opposition.
What could Xiao Huai possibly do to withstand a true god’s attack?
Edwin would not let Xiao Huai fall into his hands immediately. As always, he would toy with his prey until they were exhausted, then take them away when they were filled with despair and pain.
The red hemp ropes swept at him again. Xiao Huai darted aside, narrowly evading them.
But Edwin gave him no chance to catch his breath. At the same time, he commanded still more water to surge toward Xiao Huai like a raging sea.
Xiao Huai fought back with every ounce of strength at his disposal.
Through the mist, he heard his companions calling out as they tried to come to his aid.
They were anxiously preparing a surprise attack.
The moment Xiao Huai heard them, he did not hesitate. He practically roared the words.
“Don’t come any closer!”
They would be hurt.
This was his plan, and he would not allow anyone else to be drawn into danger because of it.
Sweat had soaked through Xiao Huai’s clothes.
A sly smile appeared on Edwin’s face. At that moment, a powerful jet of water shot from his hand and struck Xiao Huai’s thigh like a bolt of lightning.
The attack was blindingly fast and terrifyingly powerful, as though it could tear through anything in its path.
Xiao Huai’s pupils widened. He had no time to react.
The jet instantly punched through his thigh. Bright-red blood burst forth, spraying into the air in a crimson mist.
Xiao Huai let out a muffled grunt as the force hurled him backward like a kite with its string cut.
He slammed heavily into the ground, sending dust billowing around him.
A trickle of blood escaped the corner of his mouth, and his face was as pale as paper.
Though the pain left him temporarily unable to push himself up, his face remained calm, without the slightest sign of agony. He merely clamped a hand over his injured thigh and tried to stem the blood still pouring out.
Edwin watched Xiao Huai lying on the ground and slowly walked toward him, ready to deal the final blow.
Then he saw the curve forming at the corner of Xiao Huai’s mouth.
Edwin frowned. He still dared to smile at a time like this?
The red hemp rope wrapped around Xiao Huai’s wrist and hoisted him into the air, leaving his body swaying above the ground.
Blood dripped down freely now, beyond all control.
Xiao Huai could already hear his companions charging over to rescue him.
One warning had not been enough to stop them after all.
But it would all be over soon.
Two figures suddenly leaped up from the bottom of the well.
“Fuck, fuck! Aaaah! It’s so hot! It’s killing me!”
Chen Chong had no idea what was happening. In his left hand, he hauled the sullen departed soul of the master of the Yang Residence. With his right, he dragged Butler Yang along.
He had done it.
He had found the two missing members of the Yang family.
According to the plan, Zhong Jiangyuan and Shen Yun would spend a great deal of time marking the underground passages and charting the best escape route, making things far easier when Xiao Huai went down.
Their plan had three stages.
Zhong Jiangyuan and Shen Yun would lead the way and avoid conflict with every ghost they encountered.
Jiang Wenmei and Chen Chong, meanwhile, would head to East City.
They would place several loudspeakers near the passage connecting East City to the underground area and continuously discuss the Yang family.
That would lure all the ghosts below ground.
The two of them would then have more time to search the tailor shop in East City for the missing master of the Yang Residence.
As soon as Zhong Jiangyuan and Shen Yun found Butler Yang, they would tie him up and leave him in a safe zone.
For the final stage, Xiao Huai would take his companions and friends to wreak havoc at the bottom of the well, forcing all the ghosts out.
Chen Chong’s divination ability would let him seize the perfect moment to take both Butler Yang and the master of the Yang Residence away.
In truth, the moment either Chen Chong or Zhong Jiangyuan found a member of the Yang family, the system had displayed the screen confirming completion of the main mission.
At that moment, they had both understood that Shen Yun’s deduction was correct.
They only needed to find any one of the missing members of the Yang family.
But they both wanted to see what Xiao Huai would choose, and his choice was Miss Yang.
What kind of sparks would that choice ultimately produce?
The sight of Edwin made goose bumps rise all over Chen Chong. He knew who Edwin was.
A high-ranking god.
Every curse he knew stampeded through his mind. How long had they even been here? When had the Town of the Blind become an instance of such deranged difficulty?
Why had a high-ranking god appeared? Could he be the game’s boss?
But Chen Chong kept Xiao Huai’s plan firmly in mind. He immediately forced his attention elsewhere and took the master of the Yang Residence and Butler Yang away.
Xiao Huai’s plan had to go off without a hitch.
The one who had vanished.
He did not intend to find only one person. He intended to find them all.
That would make completion of the main mission inevitable.
Jiang Wenmei had not left. Instead, she came to Xiao Huai’s side and tried to hack through the red hemp ropes with her machete.
A line of blood ran from the corner of Xiao Huai’s mouth.
At the same time, Hanako and the others all gathered in front of him.
One person might not be able to resist the power of a high-ranking god, but what about a whole group?
Xiao Huai shook his head. “Don’t come near me.”
You Lin spread his wings and severed the hemp rope. Joseph caught the severely wounded Xiao Huai as he fell.
You Lin said softly, “If we truly stood by and watched all this happen, what kind of friends would we be?”
Xiao Huai’s mouth was full of blood. He smiled.
Bathed in moonlight, he resembled a white rose seeping blood. Obsession and madness swirled in his eyes as he quietly burned himself away, sending a tremor through the depths of the soul.
Edwin swept a cold glance over Xiao Huai’s soul companions and friends. “You intend to defy the will of a god?”
Spinning columns of water shaped like blades suddenly burst from the earth and came within moments of piercing everyone present.
Then a voice reached their ears.
“The will of a god? What kind of god do you think you are?”
Lu Yuanshi approached from behind at an unhurried pace. He took Xiao Huai from Joseph’s arms.
Xiao Huai was in terrible pain. When Joseph first caught him, he had still managed to pretend that nothing was wrong. But now Lu Yuanshi was here.
Before he realized it, he had leaned against Lu Yuanshi.
Lu Yuanshi opened his palm to reveal a piece of candy, then held it to Xiao Huai’s lips.
Xiao Huai did not open his mouth, so Lu Yuanshi murmured in a voice meant for him alone:
“Eat it. Your wound will heal.”
Xiao Huai’s pupils contracted. His tightly pressed lips parted, and he ate the candy.
Perhaps it was only his imagination, but this piece tasted sweeter than any candy he had ever eaten.