Late-Night Visit (2)

Could he have been discovered?

An Chen slowly leaned against the wall, holding his breath, slowing his footsteps, and moving toward the direction from which the breathing sound came.

Yet, after taking only a few steps, An Chen was blocked by a wall.

He touched the wall and activated his Spirit Vision to inspect.

Through the wall, An Chen dimly saw several hazy auras on the other side; he could barely make out that they were individual humanoid auras, except their colors were not as distinct as when viewed directly.

He stood in place and observed for a while, finding that there were about five of them. Because they were all clustered together and blocked by the wall, the specific situation could not be seen clearly.

An Chen wondered whether he should find a way to go over and take a look.

He hesitated for a moment, but still groped along the wall to see if there were any mechanisms or similar things to open a door.

However, after searching for a long time, he found nothing.

An Chen felt somewhat helpless, so he had to give up and turn to leave.

He returned by the same path he came and went back into the courtyard.

Mokai was not here today, and he had no idea what was going on with the whale glue; he had made a wasted trip for nothing.

Yet why would anyone live in the secret room? Was Mokai imprisoning someone? Why was he not here today?

An Chen shook his head, walking and thinking at the same time.

Just as he walked under the large banyan tree, he suddenly stopped his footsteps, turned his head to listen.

An Chen suddenly faced the direction of the banyan tree and smiled as he spoke, "Director Mo, aren't you sleeping yet so late?"

As his voice fell, a figure walked out from the shadows behind the banyan tree.

"Aren't you also not asleep yet, little brother?"

The newcomer was none other than Mokai; he was wearing the same clothes as this morning, a green robe tied with a black belt.

At this moment, he wore a smile, his cuffs rolled up to reveal the slightly glowing purple-red mark on his forearm.

Mokai stopped about five meters in front of An Chen; his face appeared somewhat eerie under the reflection of the purple-red light on his arm.

An Chen did not back down, instead taking a step forward and looking at the other party, his smile carrying a hint of leisure, "Director Mo, this scar of yours is much more noticeable than during the day. It doesn't look like you've been poisoned."

Mokai's smile paused for a moment, and he glanced at his glowing arm without answering, his tone slow and leisurely, "Little brother Ashton, secretly taking things and breaking into private residences in the middle of the night are not good habits."

Then, as if remembering something, his tone shifted, turning playful, "You probably can't use the things in that box, right? Or can you use them after all?"

An Chen felt somewhat creeped out inside, but still pretended to be nonchalant, "I don't know what you're talking about. I think those things smell quite nice, wouldn't it be fine for me to use them to make aromatherapy?"

"Aromatherapy?"

Mokai slowly repeated the word.

"Sure, why wouldn't it be." Mokai stroked the purple mark on his hand, "How is the effect of that whale glue?"

"Whale glue? That whale glue is too dirty, there are things inside it, I wouldn't dare use it." An Chen shrugged.

Mokai lowered his head in silence, as if sensing something.

"Who on earth are you? Just what is inside you? I'm only a bit curious, I shouldn't be asking these things." Mokai walked slowly toward An Chen, raised his head to look at him, the expression on his face gradually distorting as his mouth split open, "After all, my task is merely to sacrifice you to that being."

Before his words finished fading, his skin split open into one opening after another, starting from his cheeks and extending all the way to his legs.

These openings gradually bloomed, yet no blood flowed out, and one vine after another drilled out from those openings.

These vines presented a deep purple-red color, full and fleshy, carrying sticky liquid, and poured out from his body like mad, covering most of his body in the blink of an eye.

That green robe was also torn to pieces.

Four soul rings slowly rose from beneath his feet, two yellow and two purple, with traces of purple-red light faintly flickering among them.

The next second, soul power violently erupted from Mokai's body.

The coercion of a level 40 Soul Ancestor swept over, pressing down toward An Chen.

He only felt a tightness in his chest, and even his breathing stopped for an instant.

"This is my mutated Wuhun." Mokai split his mouth, grinning as he looked at An Chen, "You seem exceptionally attractive to the Being Above the Starry Sea."

An Chen didn't have the slightest bit of hesitation, a flash of light appeared on his hand, the iron pot appeared in his grip, and his first soul ring flashed.

"Go!"

Thick black fog surged out with him at the center, devouring half the courtyard in the blink of an eye.

It was currently the deep of night, precisely when the black fog was at its strongest.

An Chen lowered his posture and darted toward the direction of the courtyard wall.

However, the next instant, all the hairs on his body stood on end.

"Whoosh!"

The sound of air being torn assaulted him from his side-rear.

Hearing this, An Chen rolled on the spot, throwing the iron pot behind him to block.

"Bang!"

A loud bang echoed out.

Watching the fat, greasy vines whip instantly against the bottom of the pot, the immense force transmitted through the pot's body and into his arms, sending An Chen flying horizontally two or three meters like he had been struck by a giant hammer, his shoulder slamming into the wall and cracking the brickwork.

Damn it, what incredible strength, good thing my bones aren't broken.

An Chen rubbed his numb right arm with his left hand.

The Black Fog was cleared into a blank zone by this blow, but was then quickly refilled by the surrounding surging mist.

Mokai's voice rang out leisurely from within the mist, though his exact location was unknown.

"Little trick."

As the words fell, the sound of rain echoed throughout the courtyard.

It was not actually raining; this was the sound of vines landing on the ground.

An Chen's pupils constricted. Through the Black Fog, he felt dozens of vines slithering close to the ground, closing in on him from all directions.

Where the vines crawled, clusters of sticky, bloody slime bubbled and hissed on the granite floor tiles, churning and emitting a sweet, cloying fragrance.

That fragrance enveloped An Chen, and his brain went buzz.

The disgusting vines originally hidden in the Black Fog suddenly looked cute in his vision, swaying in the wind as if deliberately tempting him.

An Chen swallowed hard, shaking his head in an attempt to wake up.

Yet at this moment, his consciousness grew increasingly scattered, and those strange thoughts from before began popping up in his mind again.

I really want to bite down, that vine looks just like freshly peeled fruit, it looks so delicious...

Fuck off, it's obviously so disgusting!

Such a soft bed, why not just lie down and rest for a while...

I wonder what it would look like to smash this iron pot...

I want to see...

[Ding, warning triggered!]

Clown Warning -1

The system's voice pierced An Chen's mind like a needle, snapping him wide awake.

He was currently lying flat on his back. When he tried to prop himself up from the ground, he found the ground felt mushy.

An Chen looked down, his hand stained with a patch of slime, beneath which lay rows of fat, greasy vines.

These tentacles were about to wrap him up. Having no time to overthink, he hurriedly sensed the mark on Mokai not far away.

"Detonate!"

An Chen's Second Soul Ring lit up, and he let out a low shout, detonating the mark.

He heard a muffled grunt echo out, and the surrounding vines also stopped writhing.

Seeing this, An Chen hurriedly crawled out through the gap and ran toward the wall.

Mokai swayed slightly in the distance, then rubbed his temples.

"A bit interesting..."

The next second, his Third Soul Ring lit up, flashing with brilliant purple light.

A hazy, dim red light filtered through the gaps in the vines behind An Chen.

The light shone on his skin, feeling as though countless tiny hands were gently petting him.

An Chen's body stiffened. He felt the illuminated areas itch unbearably, but he could not spare a hand to scratch, desperate instead to run to the wall and vault over to escape.

His nose twitched as he caught a fishy, sweet scent.

Not good! It's happening again!

An Chen's heart tightened; it was that same fragrance from earlier that stirred his desires.