Chapter 76: Didn’t You Say You Liked Me A Lot?
The difference between humans and animals lies in humans using fire, but the reason humans are animals lies in both humans and animals fearing flames.
When the ink-green flames erupted and blazed fiercely at the center of the underground city, the rolling flames surged like a flood through streets and alleys, devouring and incinerating everything righteous and sinful alike, without distinguishing good and evil, without distinguishing right and wrong, indiscriminately destroying everything. All the monsters and humans running in the city felt a primal fear, hidden deep in their genes, making all creatures instinctively afraid.
Facing dozens of maggot people lurking menacingly, the mystic investigators, upon seeing the great killing weapon in Bu Gaojun’s hand that could easily solve the problem at hand, agreed to use it without any hesitation. Before Bu Gaojun threw the green oil incendiary bottle, they simultaneously turned and fled in tacit understanding.
Xin Junmao saw the mysterious group suddenly sprinting away to escape. He, not being a fool, naturally ran without hesitation as well. When he finally witnessed the power of that small green bottle, he finally knew just how great a human’s potential could be.
He ran extremely fast. With adrenaline surging, he even forgot his fatigue and steadily kept up with the footsteps of the Snake Group twin brothers until the blast from the explosion caught up to him, shoving him into a bungalow.
Xin Junmao, who crashed into the house, did not lose consciousness. He watched the green high-temperature flames surging into the room pass over his head and gradually extinguish after a long time. Only then did he climb up from the ground and slowly look outside the window.
Bang bang bang—
Gunfire was still ongoing, so it seemed the green flames earlier had not killed all the maggot people.
Xin Junmao leaned against a corner in the house, resting quietly. His heart pounded violently, he gasped for air in big mouthfuls, everything before his eyes gradually darkened, but his awareness had not disappeared.
“Low blood sugar?” Xin Junmao gave a bitter smile. He had barely slept these past few days, his nutrition intake was insufficient, and today he had run desperately again. His vulnerable body was now resisting him.
“Xin Junmao! Xin Junmao!” Just as Xin Junmao closed his eyes to rest silently in place for a moment, he heard the twin brothers who had saved him earlier calling out to him. The impact from the earlier explosion had separated him from them.
Xin Junmao had just opened his mouth to shout loudly and tell them his location when he immediately heard the brothers exclaim in shock, followed by screams and the sounds of slashing and killing. He heard those sounds gradually moving away and slowly fading, taking his voice with them.
Xin Junmao quietly drew in his legs, curling up in the corner, his muscles trembling uncontrollably. The symptoms of low blood sugar were still slightly worsening, his vision was pitch black, his hearing gradually weakening, and the sounds entering his ears rippled like waves in water, circling round and round.
Reaching his hand into his pocket and grasping the comb, Xin Junmao finally felt a bit of peace of mind.
A series of “click-clack” high heels footsteps approached from far to near, entering his ears like a hammer, heavily pounding his overburdened heart.
She was nearby! She was nearby! She had come to find him!
“Hehe, how come you’re here?” A soft, gentle, and charming voice pierced his brain like a sharp sword, causing Xin Junmao’s brain to feel like it had died, stopping functioning for a few seconds.
Slippery fingers brushed across Xin Junmao’s cheek, carrying a faint orchid fragrance, reminding him of the day he saw her in the stadium. She was just like imitating himself from that day.
It was as if she had read his thoughts, or as if at this moment she had cleverly resonated with him, perfectly in sync. Smiling, she said, “It feels just like that day in the stadium, only now there’s no violin music, just noisy sounds.”
“Gluttony… Gluttonous Daughter, you…” As soon as Xin Junmao opened his mouth to speak, he felt his lips pinched gently like a toy by her fingers, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t open them, as if glued shut.
“Hate it, did you forget?” The woman in the qipao said coquettishly, “Didn’t I say you could call me Miss Zhao?”
Xin Junmao felt his left cheek lightly grazed by a sharp knife tip, somewhat cold, even possibly a bit comfortable, but then it began to sting hotly, and the bloody smell bloomed on his face.
Temporarily blind, he didn’t know what Miss Zhao looked like now. Though she was smiling, he sensed anger, like a woman fallen in love being upset at her beloved boyfriend who always forgot their promises.
Whether unfortunate or fortunate, his low blood sugar symptoms were easing. His vision finally showed some color besides black, and his hearing was slowly returning to normal.
“This comb is so pretty, is it for me?” Miss Zhao’s fingers roamed his arm, sometimes claws, sometimes soft hands. Xin Junmao’s skin savored the tender fear.
Xin Junmao couldn’t speak, praying in his heart for the comb to quickly help him escape the danger.
As if sensing his thoughts, the next second, Miss Zhao suddenly let out a scream and instantly fled far away. The tightly pinched mouth was finally released.
Xin Junmao’s vision had mostly recovered. He could finally see some things. Nervously wiping his stinging cheek, he smeared away a large patch of blood. Lowering his head to look at his arm, he saw it covered in large and small incisions where Miss Zhao had just gently stroked. Only then did he imagine the danger he had just experienced.
Xin Junmao struggled to climb up from the ground, but his body was weak. He stumbled out the door and fell into the dust. Ignoring the pain of his wounds being contaminated, he randomly picked a direction and crawled away desperately.
After crawling past several buildings, his awareness had fully recovered, and he regained some strength, barely able to stand and continue walking.
Passing what was probably the Evolution Paradise Organization kitchen, he saw two familiar similar faces lying quietly on the cutting board. The mutilated corpses were partly hanging in the kitchen sink, some dangling from sharp iron hooks, some fallen into the boiling iron pot.
Xin Junmao glanced once and hurriedly looked away. He couldn’t bear to look again, nor did he dare. If even the powerful mystic investigators couldn’t defeat the monster, what hope did he have to rely on?
No choice, he could only rely on himself.
Struggle, escape. As long as he backtracked the original path, he could get out. Then he would take his parents and flee this city; he should be safe.
Xin Junmao entertained some unrealistic fantasies as he dragged his frail body forward.
Gurgle gurgle…
Xin Junmao seemed to hear the sound of water slowly bubbling out from the sink gaps behind him, but he didn’t turn back, just silently quickened his footsteps.
Suddenly, his left foot was grabbed as if by a hand. He stumbled and fell to the ground, forcing him to look back.
Clumps of blood-like unidentified substance combined with huge bubbles formed a massive amorphous tumorous mass. The tumor faintly showed a face he had seen—Miss Zhao’s face.
“Didn’t you say you liked me a lot?”
Two more chapters, I’m going to eat dinner first…
