Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 613 Family members are the most dangerous beings.
Before the words were even finished, and before Feng Ju could even respond, the sallow old face vanished into the darkness behind Feng Ju, as if it had never existed, leaving only the eerie words echoing in his ears.

Fast! Too fast! So fast that my mind can't keep up!
Feng Ju felt a very slight sensation on the side of his neck, like being bitten by a mosquito.

next moment--

"Uh... ho ho..."

A broken, leaky sound was uncontrollably squeezed out from deep in his throat.

Thick, black blood spurted from his neck, spraying all over his face.

His eyes widened suddenly, and he clutched his throat tightly with his fingers.

Only then did he realize that his throat had been cut, and a cold and vicious force surged into his bloodstream through the wound, sweeping through his entire body with each breath.

The veins on his face bulged like earthworms, and his lips were oozing blackish-purple.

"Pfft!"

Feng Ju's legs gave way, and he staggered two steps forward before falling face down onto the ground. He twitched twice and then fell silent.

Thick, black blood slowly seeped from beneath him, emitting a nauseating, putrid stench.

The figure who made the move clearly had absolute confidence in his killing method. Without even glancing back at Feng Ju's corpse, he sped away towards the explosion and the special envoy, leaving only two eerie trails of air behind.

Feng Ju lay motionless in the pool of blood like a real corpse, with even the slightest muscle twitch completely gone.

But he was originally a living corpse.
After lying there for a full ten seconds, the fingers of the "corpse" on the ground suddenly twitched slightly.

Immediately afterwards, Feng Ju sprang up as if he had risen from the dead, stumbling and running frantically forward!

The wound on his neck was still bleeding, and his lips remained a horribly dark purple.

Feng Ju wasn't just faking death; he actually died again.

"That was close. His head was almost cut off; otherwise, he probably wouldn't have survived."

Feng Ju was still shaken; his mind was still reeling.

Of course, the price of being "half-dead" was also extremely heavy. His already pitifully short remaining lifespan was further reduced, leaving him with less than 15 hours.

On the retina, a pitch-black countdown:
【14:44:44】

【14:44:42】

【14:44:40】

【…】

The scariest thing is that the countdown second hand doesn't drop second by second, but jumps down.

…………

The aftershocks of the explosion still echoed in the sewer shaft. The special envoy moved like lightning, rushing towards the direction of the explosion.

As he turned the last corner, the sight before him made him abruptly stop in his tracks.

A long section of the shaft in front of us was blown away, literally blown away.

A section of the shaft, more than ten meters long, was blasted open with a jagged crack, revealing the mottled cement floor of the abandoned factory above.

It was as if the skull had been violently ripped open, with the exposed steel bars crisscrossing like broken bone fragments.

The explosion sent rubble and metal fragments hurtling upwards like a torrential rain. Some fragments pierced the ground and scattered around the factory like a shower of flowers; others, after reaching the apex of a parabola, crashed back into the shaft with a whooshing sound, creating a series of muffled, drum-like thuds.

The bottom of the shaft was blasted into a crater nearly three meters in diameter, and the shock wave tore the surrounding pipe walls to pieces.

Spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly across the metal surface, and long sections of pipe groaned under the strain before collapsing into a pile of twisted scrap metal.

The special envoy stood at the edge of the pit, scanning his surroundings, but did not spot Li Xiang or [Masked].

He squatted down suspiciously and brushed aside a few pebbles with his fingertips.

The stone surface was covered with strange black stains, like dried blood that had been melted back by the high temperature of an explosion, and was slowly dripping down.

"Blood?"

Song Kuangyan's pupils contracted slightly, and he rubbed the black liquid between his fingertips.

Whose blood?

"Li Xiang's? Or [Masked]'s? Or someone else?"

The special envoy was filled with doubts, and his brows furrowed in worry.

"This should be the meeting place that [Masked] notified Li Xiang about on the forum... so why did it explode?"

"Did Li Xiang want to blow up [Masked] and silence him?"

The special envoy judged others by his own standards, but then immediately contradicted himself.

"Impossible. The location was chosen by [Masked]. Li Xiang only arrived after being notified. He arrived a little earlier than me at most. There was simply no time to set up a trap, let alone with this kind of explosive."

"So [Masked] is going to blow up Li Xiang?"

Song Kuangyan's brows furrowed even more.
"That doesn't make sense at all! With [Masked]'s strength, killing Li Xiang would be too easy for him, why would he need to use explosives?"

"So... this explosion had another purpose?"

The special envoy racked his brains, then his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Could it be... that [Masked] was just performing some kind of [evil ritual] here? Was the explosion itself an integral part of the ritual?"

"A wicked sacrifice, does He like to eat 'fried' food?"

Based on the clues obtained by the special envoy, this inference is not entirely unfounded.

After all, he could never have guessed that the real target of the explosion was himself, who was a hundred meters away.

Most importantly, the iron-eating, bloodletting, and explosions in the evil rituals sound like a perfect match.

If we consider the [evil ritual] as a dish, then bleeding is like cleaning the ingredients, iron is like marinating them with a secret recipe, and the explosion is like frying them.

Everything flows smoothly!
So... the meaning of life is explosion?!
A sudden thought flashed through the special envoy's mind, as if he had grasped a corner of the truth, but he was not quite sure.

He was not a brilliant detective after all; he couldn't rely on deduction to uncover the truth.

"Forget it, as long as we catch [the mask], all the mysteries will be solved!"

The special envoy took a deep breath, suppressed his various speculations, and stood up.

He looked up at the jagged crack above his head, then turned his gaze to the opposite side, which had also been affected by the explosion. The pipes were severely deformed and collapsed, but there was still a narrow opening that allowed a person to squeeze in sideways.

It was completely dark inside!
Did [Masked] go out, or did he escape back in?

"Look for each other separately!"

The special envoy gave instructions to those behind him without turning his head.

"You go to the wellhead, I'll go to the factory above. If you find [Masked], notify me immediately."

The order was given, but no one responded.

He turned around abruptly and glanced behind him, but there was no sign of Feng Ju anywhere.
The special envoy was taken aback at first, then his anger flared: "Where did that good-for-nothing run off to again?"

However, just as the thought of his fury arose, the hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood on end, and a bone-chilling cold rose rapidly from the soles of his feet.

His pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints, and his body reacted before his brain could process it, pushing off the ground with his toes and retreating rapidly.

A flash of cold light tore through the air where he had been standing, the sharp whistling sound catching up a beat later. *Swoosh—*

"Who?!"

The special envoy shouted angrily, his back already soaked with cold sweat, which had penetrated the lining of his clothes.

He steadied himself, his eyes fixed on the direction from which the attack was coming.

A sinister, dry laugh, like two rough pieces of sandpaper rubbing against each other, drifted eerily from the darkness.

Immediately afterwards, two figures emerged as if from the shadows, revealing two sallow old faces.

The tall, elderly man on the left slowly twitched the corners of his mouth upwards, revealing a chilling, insincere smile.
"Young Master Kuang Yan, are you looking for your rather disloyal attendant?"

He wasn't loyal to you at all; he was sneaking back just now. I hate disloyal people more than anything in my life, so I've already taken care of him for you."

He initially thought the attacker was connected to [Masked], but...
The four words "Young Master Kuang Yan" were like four cold steel needles piercing his eardrums, instantly making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

It's not [mask], it's just that someone came to visit!
As a member of a large family, the first lesson I learned growing up was that family members are always more dangerous than outsiders.

The degree of danger is directly proportional to the distance on the family tree; the closer it is, the more dangerous it is, especially when "family members" come without notice.

Facing the [masked], the special envoy was full of courage and felt that he had the upper hand.

But when faced with these two family members, every cell in his body was on high alert, and his first instinct was to escape.

As for the news that Feng Ju was "killed for disloyalty" mentioned by the other party, he simply ignored it. He had no time to deal with Feng Ju's issues at the moment.

He involuntarily took another half step back, his face ashen, his voice trembling slightly:
"You...were sent by my brother Song Kuangyi?"

How did you find me? Were you following me? No, you are…”

Although the special envoy did not recognize the two old faces that looked like withered tree bark, there were many people in the large family, so how could he possibly recognize everyone?

But without a second thought, what came to mind was his elder brother Song Kuangyi's gentle and refined smiling face.

It can only be said that brotherly affection and respect are traditional skills of large families.

The tall old man's strange smile deepened, like the marks left by a carving knife on a wax figure. He neither denied nor admitted it, but in Song Kuangyan's eyes, that expression was tantamount to acquiescence.

The special envoy's face darkened, as if he had grasped the crux of the matter, his eyes swirling with resentment:

"You've been listening to me all this time? I've already been exiled to the lower city, and my brother still doesn't trust me and keeps listening to me."

So, he sent you to steal my parchment, didn't he?"

Before the old man could answer, the special envoy said with deep resentment:

“It’s always been like this since I was a child. He always tries to take away anything I want that I like.”

After robbing me, he would pretend to give me some junk, and in the end, he became everyone's praised good older brother.

Why should he? Just because he was born two hours earlier than me?

The tall old man simply maintained his eerie laugh and did not correct Song Kuangyan's "misunderstanding".

They weren't actually sent by Song Kuangyi, but by the young master of the family.

However, according to etiquette, the young master of the family is the elder brother of young master Kuang Yan, so it is not wrong for the special envoy to call him brother.

The hunched old man who had been silent beside him stepped forward, his body still slightly bent, his cloudy eyes fixed on the special envoy, and said in a somber tone:
"Since Young Master Kuang Yan knows why we're here, then stop wasting words."

"Hand over the parchment scroll obediently, okay? Oh, and by the way..."

His withered lips parted, revealing sparse, yellowed teeth.

"And where did that [mask] go? We've been following you all this way, you can't let us come for nothing."

Song Kuangyan almost laughed in anger, his voice filled with unwavering resolve:
"[The Mask]? It's hidden in this well. If you're so capable, go find it yourselves. As for the parchment scroll..."
"You're all delusional! Song Kuangyi wants it? Fine, let him come down to the city walls and take it from my dead body!"

Before the special envoy could finish speaking, he suddenly exerted force with his toes, trying to leap up and escape from the well.

"Young Master Kuang Yan, you should know better than to be subservient. Since it's something your older brother wants, you should obediently hand it over, or else..."

The chilling voice, like a leech, clung to Song Kuangyan's soaring figure.

"Your delicate body can't withstand our methods."

The tall old man moved like a ghost, without making a sound, and instantly appeared at the edge of the well opening. As if lifting his foot lightly, he stepped directly onto the top of the special envoy's head.

The special envoy suddenly contracted his waist and abdomen, twisting and changing direction in mid-air.

Like a spinning top, he shot out in an arc through the air and fell diagonally to the ground.

However, another hunched figure had silently crept up behind him, and a withered palm lightly pressed against his back.

"Snapped!"

The black palm print quickly spread across the clothes, and the soft inner armor suddenly burst forth with water-like ripples, neutralizing most of the sinister palm force.

Even so, the remaining force was like a heavy hammer, fiercely chiseling into the internal organs.

The special envoy let out a muffled groan, his back felt like it was being branded with a hot iron, and his internal organs seemed to have shifted out of place.

He rolled over, using the force of the palm strike as a propulsion, his toes tapping against the pipe wall, his speed increasing rapidly, turning into a blur as he sped back the way he came.

He was panicked and angry, but not yet desperate.

Because he was certain that those two old geezers would never dare to take his life...right?

As long as he can keep the parchment, he still has hope of returning home, and then this debt can be settled slowly.

He could almost see his elder brother kneeling on the blue bricks of the ancestral hall.

The tall old man landed gracefully and stood next to the hunchbacked old man.

The two men watched the special envoy's retreating figure, a mocking glint in their cloudy eyes.

They followed at a leisurely pace, their chilling laughter echoing eerily through the pipes.

Tall old man:
"Since we haven't found [Mask], let's proceed with the original plan and deal with Young Master Kuang Yan. This blood debt will naturally fall on [Mask]'s head later."

The hunchbacked old man let out a strange, grating laugh:

"Yes, yes!

Although we couldn't accomplish everything, being able to use this opportunity to eliminate a potential threat for the young master and retrieve the parchment scroll cleanly is still a great achievement.

The two exchanged a glance, and simultaneously let out a chilling laugh.

They deliberately lowered their voices, but were actually "conspiring loudly" to ensure that every word clearly reached the ears of the special envoy who was fleeing for his life.

It even drifted into the ears of a third party who might be hiding in the shadows and had not yet left.

"Get rid of him...it's all [Masked]'s fault..."

"Killing Young Master Kuang Yan... will satisfy the young master..."

Ahead, the special envoy's face suddenly turned deathly pale.

They wouldn't actually dare to kill themselves and then frame [Masked], would they?
He gritted his teeth and quickened his pace by three times, while anxiously pulling out his phone.

In the darkness, two pairs of eyes were peering eerily through the narrow slit...
(End of this chapter)