Zuo Bai was montarily taken aback, then sneered:
"About to be eaten, and still playing dumb and acting. Haha— the mindset of female creatures is indeed a mystery that even science cannot decipher."
Zuo Bai, being a scientist, spoke with great rigor. He even refrained from calling Feng Yuhuai a... woman!
Zuo Bai habitually adjusted his glasses and said softly:
"Or is it because you have several lovers, so you’re asking which one I am?"
Feng Yuhuai’s face turned green. To hear the answer, she gritted her teeth and endured.
Seeing Feng Yuhuai silent, Zuo Bai’s face showed a sudden realization.
He turned to the Beautiful Spider, and in an indifferent tone, commanded, "Eat her, but leave the head for ."
A touch of disappointnt appeared on Feng Yuhuai’s face, a hint of reluctance in her eyes.
In the end, she couldn’t learn the na of her lover from her ntor’s mouth.
Feng Yuhuai subtly turned her toes, her once-bright gaze now dim, quickly scanning the surroundings, her sight wandering among the intersecting well pipes.
She was choosing her escape route.
"Eat—you—"
The Beautiful Spider let out a deafening roar, its twelve legs simultaneously hitting the ground, leaping high into the air, instantly casting a giant shadow over Feng Yuhuai.
Even more horrifying, from the severed neck of the Beautiful Spider, a spine suddenly erged, covered in silver mucus.
The mucus quickly transford, converging into a cold, silver eyeball, connected to the spine, resembling an upright cobra, fiercely locking onto Feng Yuhuai.
The spine subtly twisted, emitting a "kaka" sound, as if ready to deliver the most fatal blow at any mont.
Amidst the roaring of the Beautiful Spider, Zuo Bai’s faint voice accompanied:
"Alright, I’ll tell you—what I’m looking for is your boyfriend nicknad [Mask], actually nad Zheng Hang."
His voice wasn’t loud, yet it pierced through the roars, reaching Feng Yuhuai’s ears.
Upon hearing [Mask]’s real na, Feng Yuhuai seed struck by lightning, her brain montarily stalled.
"He once said—I belong to him!!"
Feng Yuhuai’s face turned dark, her eyes filled with chilling murderous intent:
"So, he’s the one spreading rumors about outside, and this monstrous thing before is sothing he brought to ... this damn bastard! If I see him again, I will definitely..."
Before she could fully gather her thoughts, the Beautiful Spider’s attack had already arrived.
Boom—!
A loud crash shook the entire sewer.
The sewer trembled, debris and iron blocks scattered, nurous red lines shredded.
Debris and iron blocks splattered everywhere, countless red lines torn into scarlet shreds, drifting in the air.
Feng Yuhuai couldn’t dodge in ti, her body was lifted by the imnse impact, slamming heavily against the wall.
Her body was punctured with dozens of ghastly cracks, thin threads of red lines stained with blood splattered everywhere.
She slowly slid down along the pipe wall, her lower body already beginning to lt into pulp, "drip-drip" gathering and wriggling in the sewage.
Suddenly, a silver spine pierced through her chest like lightning, like a cold nail, pinning her firmly to the pipe wall, mysterious patterns writhing on the silver spine.
"It’s over, science has won!" Zuo Bai softly pronounced the final verdict.
......
anwhile, squad 103 completed their rendezvous at the rusted pipe well.
Their boots crushed over the sticky moss, causing faint ripples in the murky sewage, yet barely making any sound.
"What’s the situation?" Red Dragonfly licked her enchanting red lips and asked softly.
Red Dragonfly habitually glanced at the Master of Ceremonies.
The Master of Ceremonies opened his bloodshot eyes, glaring at her as if looking at a fool.
He sneered:
"You’re asking ? You want dead!"
Red Dragonfly chuckled, casting an enchanting wink and laughed strangely:
"Well, the Master of Ceremonies has gone blind, so what should we do?"
The Wild Beast emitted a low rumble from deep in its throat.
Soon, a grayish-brown rat swam down from the upper channel, stopping at the Wild Beast’s feet along the turbid stream.
It shook its damp fur, lifted its head, using its pitch-black little eyes to stare at the Wild Beast, as if awaiting orders.
The Wild Beast bent down, his rough palm reaching into the water, scooping up the rat.
The rat didn’t struggle, instead, it gently rubbed its head against his palm, seemingly trying to ingratiate itself.
However, in the next second, the Wild Beast’s fingers suddenly tightened.
Splatt—
The rat’s body burst instantly, flesh and blood splattering, leaving just a whole head quietly lying in his palm.
He opened his palm, extending the furry head towards the Captain of the Constables, his face still bearing that honest smile.
The Captain of the Constables rolled his eyes at the Wild Beast but still took the rat head, without hesitation, stuffing it into his mouth.
He swallowed it whole, feeling it slide down his throat.
"It’s because you guys keep feeding these weird brains that my hair fell out."
The Captain of the Constables touched his bald head, his fingers rubbing against his scalp, reminiscing about those long-lost roots.
The Wild Beast chuckled honestly.
Red Dragonfly and the Master of Ceremonies simultaneously spoke out in unison to console:
"Captain, eat hair to nourish hair!"
The bald-headed captain took a deep breath, processing the image from the rat head, then murmured:
"It’s quite lively up ahead; the situation of the Evil Sacrifice host Feng Yuhuai is not looking good. She’s been targeted by Zuo Bai, seeing his thods, well..."
He paused, lightly furrowing his brow, searching through his ntal database,
"It’s sowhat like the Calamity Corpse Sect’s style."
The Wild Beast flicked the bloody water off his hand, grunting:
"I recall it being an A-level cult organization, dedicated to finding sothing from death..."
Red Dragonfly snorted, interrupting the Wild Beast:
"How long since you updated your intel? The Calamity Corpse Sect was recently upgraded to an S-level."
The Wild Beast was taken aback, a trace of confusion appearing on his honest face: "Is there a difference?"
Red Dragonfly pouted: "Not really."
The Captain of the Constables ignored their bickering, instead succinctly relaying the battle status ahead to his team.
After hearing the "broadcast," everyone remained calm, discussing orderly.
Finally, the Master of Ceremonies concluded:
"For now, we’ll watch and wait. Should Feng Yuhuai be taken by the Calamity Corpse Sect, we might as well let them take care of her for us, and retrieve her when the ti is right."
He paused, his tone carrying a hint of deeper aning:
"However, the odds aren’t high. After all, that man..."
The Wild Beast corrected him: "That man’s na is Zheng Hang!"
The Master of Ceremonies nodded, continuing:
"Since Zheng Hang harbors five Evil Sacrifices within, his presence in the sewer wells is likely also aiming for the Evil Sacrifice within Feng Yuhuai.
Therefore, the chance of the Calamity Corpse Sect succeeding is very slim."
After speaking, he turned to the captain, speaking with a hint of curiosity:
"So, captain, you haven’t said, where’s Zheng Hang?"
The bald-headed captain was silent for a mont, revealing a grin with his mouthful of blackened teeth, yet he didn’t answer imdiately. Instead, he surveyed the reflections of everyone in the sewage, then mysteriously declared:
"He’s hiding in a place that is close, yet invisible to ordinary people!"
......
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