Dark Night Liu Shuang

Dark Night Liu Shuang

"You... are you okay?"

Watching Fu Qian struggle up onto the shore, Ji Liushuang asked cautiously, trembling all over.

Fu Qian understood perfectly. Anyone who saw someone of their own kind swell several times in size and grow mouths all over their body wouldn't stay calm.

"Never been better!"

His casual reply set off a wave of curses.

"Big words! You'll be dead soon, body and soul wiped out! Hahaha..."

"Idiot, you'll ruin our last chance."

"Young people shouldn't be so impulsive..."

"Who are they?"

Ji Liushuang instinctively edged back. She had already recognized Feng Yunhong's voice.

"You can call them senior. Whether they're respected elders is another matter."

The curses doubled in an instant.

"Can you... save them?"

Ji Liushuang seemed to understand Fu Qian's situation a little. She instinctively took another step back, then remembered the people still trapped in the blood pool.

Of the five-member Arrogant Group, Huang Zhaoyan had vanished without a trace, while only half of Yuan Xin's face remained above the surface. He was on the verge of suffocating.

"No."

Fu Qian refused outright. The eyes of the three still standing dimmed, while Yuan Xin struggled in despair.

"Are you coming with me?"

"Are you going to take me out?"

The light instantly returned to Ji Liushuang's dim eyes.

"No."

Fu Qian shook his head.

"I'm giving you a chance to watch me get out."

The scenery shifted. Before long, the edge of the ruins came into view.

Ji Liushuang didn't know what she was feeling.

After Fu Qian said that, she hadn't even felt angry. She had actually followed him all the way out.

Perhaps she'd been stuck in such a hopeless situation for too long. Even if it wasn't her, she wanted to see something escape from it.

She found herself an excuse.

They walked one behind the other, taking the same route they'd come by. Along the way, they even saw the hand monster Li Weixuan had injured, as well as several lush clumps of hair.

But their reactions were strange. They had clearly spotted the two of them, yet only watched from a distance, not daring to come close.

This feels like a royal procession!

Fu Qian marveled to himself. He knew those things weren't necessarily afraid of him.

More likely, as beings completely assimilated by the Furnace, they wanted nothing to do with something like him, something the Furnace itself rejected.

The barrier was right in front of them.

The closer he got, the more he felt the forces inside him struggling wildly.

His reversed blood flow was nothing by comparison. His muscles and bones creaked, and the chaotic power made it almost impossible to walk. The howling in his head grew louder and louder.

"Stop! You really have gone mad..."

"Young man, don't be so arrogant..."

"Brother, you're still young. Don't throw in the towel and give up on yourself..."

Fu Qian didn't respond. Keeping a straight face, he controlled his body and steadily walked to the edge of the barrier, then reached out with his right hand.

It felt like touching a layer of sticky jelly. The once-impregnable invisible barrier was now easy to pass through.

It really works!

Fu Qian blinked and looked back at Ji Liushuang.

She was staring fixedly at his right hand, now outside the barrier, her expression complicated.

"Any last words?"

Last words?

Ji Liushuang was taken aback, then lowered her head.

"Does it even matter now?"

"If what you said is true, even if I tell you my last words now, the moment you get out, everything connected to me will be erased."

"You're not stupid! In theory, that's exactly what will happen. So now the pressure's on you."

Fu Qian looked at her.

"If you don't want to waste this chance, you'll have to think of some last words I won't forget."

Last words he wouldn't forget...

Ji Liushuang was quiet for a moment, then her eyes suddenly lit up.

"Do you know Silver Mist Manor?"

"I do."

Fu Qian nodded, then furrowed his brow.

As absurd as it seemed, he really did know it.

The moment Ji Liushuang mentioned the place, an image of a grand building bathed in sunlight had naturally surfaced in his mind.

He was certain it was the place she meant.

But I've never been there. I'm not even from this world.

Fu Qian thought it over and guessed at one possibility.

His mind had already been contaminated by the consciousness of other Transcendents. Those memories belonged to them.

In fact, his head had been filled with all kinds of jumbled images since earlier, a chaotic assortment of everything imaginable.

So his current form had destabilized more than just his physical state!

This isn't good. Fu Qian suddenly had a bad feeling.

"At the far eastern end of Silver Mist Manor, there's a cedar grove."

Seeing that Fu Qian really did know the place, Ji Liushuang brightened and spoke quickly.

"Beneath the cedars, a kind of flower grows. It only blooms at night, white as frost in the moonlight. The flowers spread out in a beautiful carpet. You can go see them sometime."

"There's a woman named Ji Xue who likes to walk there at night. If you run into her, say hello for me."

"Understood. I'll go take a look if I get the chance."

Looking at the pleading in Ji Liushuang's eyes, Fu Qian didn't ask how she was related to Ji Xue. He simply nodded and agreed.

The next moment, his whole body pressed against the barrier, and he squeezed through amid countless wails and curses.

[The soul is incomplete. Containment failed]

The instant he regained his freedom, a notification sounded in Fu Qian's ears.

So it really didn't work!

He'd sensed something was wrong when he noticed his memories were jumbled, but facing it for real still left him sighing.

The meaning was clear. Forcing the fusion and bringing about a qualitative change through sheer accumulation had let his physical body out, but damaged his soul in the process. So he hadn't escaped "intact."

This mission must have had some kind of obsession with perfection.

A violent pain hit him, and Fu Qian looked down.

Blood burst out all over his body. Pain-filled faces crowded his skin, and his body rapidly disintegrated.

Amid the wails, the scene before his eyes quickly shattered, and Fu Qian returned to the familiar Warehouse.

[Mission failed]

[Evaluation: Merciless Blood Arm]

[Kill: Zhao Ran]

[Special kills: Feng Yunhong, Li Weixuan, Chi Shengsheng, Luo Binhai, Shui Jing, Grimwood, Belozov...]

[Special kill reward: Clear Dream]

[Special kill reward: Feast]

[Current Sanity Value: 55]

[Play event recap?]

After reading the string of summary information, Fu Qian stood there for a moment before realizing who Zhao Ran was—that unlucky assassin!

As for the list of special kills, Fu Qian scrolled down and counted them. There were a full twenty-seven people.

No need to say more. They were the Transcendents Feng Yunhong had "eaten" over the years—the bunch who'd just been hurling abuse at him.

That Feng Yunhong had beaten them down to a sliver of health without taking the kills, and ended up handing him two and a half godlike streaks!