nyslfriends Chapter 50 Believers
Chapter 50 Believers
At this moment, on the floor in the center of the living room, a twisted and complex symbol was drawn with dark red liquid that had not yet completely dried, radiating an ominous dark light.
What truly made Jiang Yun's blood almost freeze and her stomach convulse violently was the thing next to the symbol.
a woman.
Or rather, a female corpse.
Not far from this horrifying artwork, on a greasy glass coffee table, were several dishes.
A somewhat dull-looking young man wearing a plaid shirt and black-rimmed glasses was sitting on a small stool next to the coffee table, holding chopsticks in his hand, looking at the food slowly and deliberately, without eating.
The feeling of "tethering threads and connecting strands" was very real; it was Zhang Fan.
A middle-aged man with a large belly walked out unsteadily, carrying a plate of freshly cooked dishes.
He placed the dish on the coffee table, then knelt down with a thud at Zhang Fan's feet.
"Owner,"
The man's voice was hoarse and broken, like sandpaper scraping, "...I did as you said, picking the tenderest part..."
Zhang Fan looked at him and smiled.
"No need to pretend to be so sad." He put down his chopsticks, leaned forward slightly, and coldly scrutinized Old Zhang, who was crying and on the verge of collapse.
Zhang Fan tilted his head, as if observing a failed experiment.
"I didn't collect a single negative emotion from you."
"Your soul has long since rotted away, just like this pile of rotten flesh."
He raised his hand, a wisp of black flame flickering at his fingertips, seemingly uninterested in the target before him.
"You're boring."
Old Zhang seemed to understand. He suddenly opened his eyes, mustered his last strength, lunged forward, and tightly hugged Zhang Fan's leg, wailing, "No! Brother Fan! Brother Fan, I was wrong! I'm in so much pain, so much pain!"
Zhang Fan looked down at him, his eyes no longer showing any disgust, only utter indifference.
"Let you go?"
"I forgot to tell you, the real sacrifice is you."
As he spoke, the flame at his fingertips was about to fall on the man, but suddenly—
With a hissing sound.
A soft, synthesized electronic voice came from the doorway:
"Sister Shenxu has successfully deciphered the barrier. The barrier has been removed."
……
Jiang Yun stepped across the threshold.
A thick, pungent smell of blood mixed with the stench of burning filled the air. In the center of the living room, a corpulent body in a suit lay contorted in a pool of blood, ultimately too late.
"Who?!"
Zhang Fan suddenly stood up, and the lump of flesh in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud".
Jiang Yun stopped and met Zhang Fan's gaze through the pervasive aura of blood.
"Wasn't it you who tried to manipulate Wang Qian and curse her?"
Zhang Fan grinned, revealing a twisted smile: "So it was you... a student, daring to deliver yourself to my doorstep—"
Before he finished speaking, he formed his five fingers into a claw and suddenly grabbed at the air!
There was no light, no loud noise. But Jiang Yun felt the air around him suddenly become thick and cold, and several invisible and intangible "forces" filled with evil intent bit towards him like venomous snakes.
Following the flowing light of the Purple Jade Limitless Stake, Jiang Yun gently shifted his stance and dodged the attack.
Ok?
No, is it really that easy to dodge a fourth-tier attack?
His blood and qi surged spontaneously, and the essence of the Meteorite Bone flowed throughout his body, allowing this seemingly weak body to unleash speed and power no less than that of an ordinary Blood Refining Realm martial artist.
After several more times, he understood that this guy's second realm was not even reached through martial arts; his body was extremely weak.
It seems this is one of the effects of the Five Paths and Five Followers: if such cultists also possess powerful military force, they will pose a great danger to the people.
After figuring it out, he took action.
There were no fancy moves, just the simplest and most direct straight punch. Liu Guangming was in full power, and he punched Zhang Fan in the face!
Zhang Fan was clearly surprised that the girl, who looked so frail, would have such a swift and fierce reaction, and hastily raised his hand to block.
"Bang!"
With a muffled thud, Zhang Fan stumbled back three steps, knocking over the coffee table behind him, and felt a distinct tingling and numbness in his arm.
The sneer on his face froze, replaced by shock.
"The second realm of martial arts? You..."
He stared intently at Jiang Yun, as if he'd seen a ghost. "Wait a minute! Aren't you majoring in literature?!"
Jiang Yun looked at his own, or rather his mother's, gleaming fist and felt a surge of satisfaction. Indeed, crushing someone was the most comfortable thing to do.
He retorted sarcastically, "I'm skilled in both literature and martial arts, is that not allowed?"
He then moved closer and pressed his attack.
Under his "abundant Dao heart" and "mother-child bond" precise control, Xinghua's basic fighting techniques—grappling, collapsing fist, and kicking—are executed effortlessly and seamlessly.
They completely overwhelmed Zhang Fan.
Zhang Fan was beaten so badly that he was in a panic. He was a wizard with special skills, specializing in casting spells from a distance, setting up magic arrays, and communicating with evil gods. When had he ever fought someone so closely?
After several rounds, he had been hit several times. Although they were not fatal, they made his blood boil and he felt extremely frustrated.
However, just as he was about to strike Zhang Fan's wrist acupoint during a close-quarters combat maneuver—
Stealth perception triggers early warning:
[A strand of your hair has been stolen by Zhang Fan. The medium for the curse has been established. This medium has been silently replaced by harmless cat hair by Deacon Wei Yun.]
Phew, it feels so good to take sides like this!
background!
Jiang Yun's movements were swift and decisive. He snapped his wrist, twisted his body, and delivered a vicious elbow strike to Zhang Fan's ribs!
"Crack!" A clear sound of bone breaking.
"Whoa—!"
Zhang Fan screamed and flew backward, spitting out blood.
Almost at the same moment he vomited blood, he rapidly made a strange hand seal behind his back with his left hand, muttered incantations, and a hint of resentment and anticipation flashed in his eyes.
Nothing happened.
Zhang Fan was stunned. After finishing the incantation, the expected scene of his target's heart and blood exploding and dying did not occur. He suddenly looked at his left palm, which was empty. Where was the hair?
"How is this possible?! I clearly..." he exclaimed.
"Is cat hair fun?" Jiang Yun said coldly, his steps never stopping as he followed Zhang Fan closely, stepping on his chest.
Zhang Fan was terrified and rolled away in a disheveled manner. At the same time, he slammed his right hand down on a strange rune that had been carved into the floor beneath him and was soaked in blood!
"The formation begins! Yin Corrosion Entangles the Soul!" he roared.
The crimson runes on the floor suddenly glowed with an eerie green light, and countless viscous, asphalt-like shadow tentacles burst forth from the center of the runes, coiling towards Jiang Yun's legs!
As if he had anticipated this, Jiang Yun's foot twisted and turned strangely in mid-air, his body flipping like a hawk, narrowly escaping above the wildly dancing shadow tentacles.
[The source of the painful attack was located 30 centimeters east-southeast; it has been removed by Wei Yun.]
Jiang Yun felt a surge of relief. He hadn't expected the first battle to be so dangerous. Luckily, he had his cheat code.
A privileged family background earned through 80,000 reincarnations...
You are my god!
"puff."
Those menacing shadow tentacles, as if stripped of their foundation, wailed and retreated back to the floor, disappearing without a trace.
Zhang Fan stared blankly as his meticulously arranged Yin Erosion Soul-Entangling Array, his last resort for survival, was casually crushed by the other party with a single kick.
"Who...who are you?!"
Zhang Fan's voice began to tremble. The person in front of him was completely different from the classmate he knew through Wang Qian.
Jiang Yun didn't answer, but only approached step by step, his eyes full of murderous intent. "I am the debt collector for all the murders you owe."
"Lin Jiu... no, someone's protecting you."
Zhang Fan laughed maniacally: "You're definitely not just the daughter of an ordinary soldier, you have a family background, you have a family background!"
His laughter was tinged with sadness: "Haha, as expected, we commoners, even if we give our whole lives, are nothing more than toys for you!"
"God, Aksero in agony, save me!"
At the same time, a series of distorted murmurs rang out around him, and the floor turned into a thick darkness, like a black pool, where countless tiny black tentacles cheered and jumped for joy!