Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 618 Die from losing just one drop of blood? That's absurd!
"Back to the days!"

The two words were uttered softly, yet they sounded like thunderclaps in the confined space.

In an instant, the perfectly round black aura barrier around [Mask] solidified completely, with countless strands of energy on its surface moving and intertwining like living things.

The tall, withered old man's claws, wreathed in chilling black energy, slammed violently into the barrier!
"Chichichichi——!"

Like a scorching hot iron being plunged into ice water, or like countless tough steel wires cutting leather at high speed, the ear-piercing friction sound was incessant.

"Ugh!"

The tall old man let out a short, painful roar as excruciating pain shot through his finger bones. His tough skin was being torn apart layer by layer by the rapidly spinning energy, sending flakes of skin and flesh flying everywhere.

"A defense with no blind spots? No, it's not just defense, it also has a force that pulls and strangles you!!!"

In the struggle, the tall old man felt an incredibly strong suction force on the contact surface, like a vortex in a blender, tightly gripping his hands and trying to pull them in.

His face suddenly turned cold, but there was no sign of retreat in his eyes. He steadied himself, his hands moving as if sealing or closing, and instead of retreating, he advanced, pushing harder into the vortex.

His arms suddenly swelled up, and the veins under his skin twisted and bulged wildly like dragons, almost bursting out of his skin!

"Break it!"

With his arm muscles stretched to their limit and his skin turning an eerie bluish-purple from excessive tension, he ignored the excruciating pain in his ten fingers and the splattering of blood and foam, and forcefully pressed the "Return to Heaven" acupoint inward.

"Pfft!"

The skin and flesh at the tips of all ten fingers were completely removed, leaving only bare white bones. Two finger bones were even forcibly severed and left in the swirling black mist, where they were instantly ground into dust!
The excruciating pain contorted his face like a demon, but his murky eyes burned with an increasingly terrifying ferocity.

"We underestimated you. Your strength far exceeds our expectations. Unfortunately, it's still far from enough. Let me teach you a lesson: there is no tortoise shell that cannot be broken in this world."

The tall old man roared and stomped his right foot on the ground, causing the concrete floor to crack.

He transformed into a blood-red afterimage, using his head as a hammer, his shoulders as blades, his elbows as knives, and his knees as arrows, turning every muscle and bone in his body into a deadly weapon, as he crashed headlong into [Masked]!

"Click!"

The Heavenly Rescue was crushed under the weight and finally broke apart.

The two pairs of bloody, withered claws now resembled two skinned, mad pythons, their black nails gleaming with a poisonous light, biting straight at [Masked]'s throat.

The air nearby was compressed, producing a hissing pop.

The tall old man's aura at this moment was incredibly astonishing; his killing intent had even materialized, and the air was stained with a thin layer of blood-red frost.

The tomoe in [Masked]'s eyes suddenly spun faster, and everything in his field of vision was slowly slowed down.

He bent his arms at an odd angle, crossing them to block the trajectory of the deadly attack.

In an instant, their four arms became entangled and difficult to untangle. As they collided, their sleeves shattered into dust as if they were made of paper.

The muffled thud of four arms clashing was like a frantic drumbeat, each collision creating a visible ring of air.

The two figures entangled and tore at each other at almost the same speed, and more than thirty moves had passed in the blink of an eye.

Their feet twisted and staggered, even kicking each other, within a very small space, the distance between them was extremely tight.

"Old man, your blood circulation is so fast, do you think your blood is flowing too slowly and you're dying fast enough?"

Amidst the fierce battle, a well-intentioned reminder came from [Masked].

The tall old man waved his hands wildly, his black fingernails flashing with a sinister light, and grinned maliciously:
"We have plenty of blood, but you'd better be careful. If you spill even a single drop, you'll be on your way to the underworld."

He launched a series of frenzied attacks, his speed increasing rapidly, like a raging storm, but at the peak of his speed, he suddenly stopped, his hand movements freezing for a moment in an eerie manner.

[Masked]'s parrying motion suddenly showed a slight opening, and he was slightly startled: "Fast and Slow Blade?!"

Seizing the moment when [Mask]'s old strength had dissipated and new strength had not yet arisen, the tall old man used his right three fingers, like a scorpion's hook, to strike back with even greater speed, aiming straight for [Mask]'s heart!

"You got Fooled!"

The tall old man's sinister laugh echoed eerily like the hooting of an owl in the cramped well shaft.

At the critical moment, [Masked] bent over backward, braced himself with one hand on the ground, and fell backward like a black arrow shot from a high place!

"call--!"

The hem of her clothes tore through the air, creating a mournful whistling wind.

As he flipped and tumbled, the air twisted violently, suddenly creating several invisible ripples.

Three pitch-black ghostly figures, identical to his true form, instantly separated and coalesced from the distorted air, shooting out in completely different directions—left, right, and up.

It's hard to tell what's real and what's fake; reality and illusion are intertwined!
"Hmph, another illusion. Looks like you've run out of tricks."

The tall old man's cloudy eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light, like two suddenly lit embers, piercing through the dim light and locking onto the trajectory of [Mask]'s flipped true form.

The tall old man's eyes were sharp as he charged forward, smashing through the layers of illusions!

[Masked] Slams his heels on the ground, arms crossed in a cross shape.

"Qiang!"

Two flashes of cold light suddenly erupted from the elbow joint, and two gleaming white bone blades popped out!
The tall old man's palm strike arrived, and the moment the bone blade touched his fleshy palm, the blade shattered piece by piece, and the splattered blood droplets exploded into a crimson mist in the shockwave.

[Masked] crossed his arms, shuddered, and with a bang, he slid backward along the ground, his shoes scraping against the earth and sending sparks flying.

The tall old man leaped into pursuit, his footwork suddenly turning and twisting as he circled around the [masked figure], while countless palm shadows flew down from the sky.

But then they saw the [masked] figure swaying and dodging, his shadow rapidly winding beneath his feet.

"Trying to escape?!"

Blood spurted from between the tall old man's teeth, and his blood and qi surged violently like magma.

Driven by the secret technique, the bones in his body emitted a teeth-grinding "crunch," and fine beads of blood seeped from the surface of his skin, increasing his speed by another half.

Suddenly, he hunched over and shrank his body, looking like a demon curling up or a mountain goblin leaping across a ravine, every inch of his muscles compressed to the extreme.

"Shh!"

He darted forward, landing squarely between the [masked] figure and the undulating shadow beneath his feet.

He swung both arms simultaneously, one punch aimed at [Mask], and the other at the location of the snaking shadow behind him, preemptively blocking [Mask]'s teleportation landing point.

As expected, [Masked] failed to teleport; his right fist missed its mark, and the violent force caused ripples to spread through the air.

The other punch was unpredictable, unleashing three punches in quick succession. The first punch tore through the air and aimed straight for the temple; the second punch, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, locked onto the throat; and the third punch, with a thunderous roar, struck straight for the heart.

The force of the punch was fierce, whipping the stray hairs on [Masked]'s head back into a frenzy.

[Masked] continued to parry, but finally seemed annoyed. A cold, mocking laugh came from beneath his pale mask:
"I'll die if I lose a single drop of blood? Come on, let me show you!!!"

[Masked] suddenly dropped all defenses, his right fist aimed straight for the tall old man's heart. In the instant the two afterimages crossed, the fist grazed the opponent's arm.

"puff!"

Almost simultaneously, a dull thud accompanied by the cracking sound of ribs breaking exploded in the confined space.

The tall old man pointed a finger at [Masked]'s heart, his black fingernail glowing with an eerie light, and a sinister, putrid poison surged in.

[Masked] clenched his fist, kneaded and twisted, his five knuckles snapping and contracting, tearing away flesh and bone.

"what--"

The tall old man's face suddenly contorted, and he let out a heart-wrenching roar of pain as he flew backward like a broken bag.

"boom!"

The tall old man's back slammed heavily against the metal pipe wall more than ten meters away, and the loud bang made his entire chest feel numb.

A wave of excruciating pain swept over my entire body, stars flashed before my eyes, and my internal organs felt as if they were being violently churned up.

He could no longer suppress the mouthful of blood, which was as thick as sauce and had a strong metallic taste. With a "whoosh," it gushed out of his mouth.

He staggered to his feet, revealing a gaping hole in his left chest, flesh torn to shreds, and broken ribs sticking out starkly.

An aging heart convulsed violently within the shattered chest cavity, each beat bringing forth gushing blood foam, clearly visible among the exposed bone fragments.

The injuries were extremely severe, but not fatal.

"Since it wasn't me who died, then it must be... hehehe!"

His blood-stained face contorted and convulsed with excruciating pain, yet he managed to force out a chilling, sinister grin. His bloodshot eyes, like those of a vengeful demon, were fixed on the motionless figure opposite him.

[Masked] remained standing in the same spot, his posture upright, and his injuries did not appear to be as severe as those of the tall old man.

Only a piece of clothing was torn at the chest, revealing a long, narrow, bloody gash that was deep enough to expose the bone.

The skin and flesh around the wound edges were rolled back, presenting an unnatural grayish color.

Right in the center of that ghastly gash, a jet-black, shiny fingernail was sticking out upside down, and a chilling aura was seeping out from the depths of the wound.

Visibly thick, ink-like venom was spreading wildly outwards from the center of the fingernail.

Wherever it passed, the flesh on [Masked]'s chest quickly lost its color, turning black and swollen, emitting a nauseating stench of decay.

Even the blood seeping from the wound congeals into a viscous black paste in mid-air, and when it drips down, it corrodes the ground, producing wisps of blue smoke.

The jet-black color didn't stay on the chest, but as if it had a mind of its own, it surged upwards along the skin of the neck, crawled over the pale neck, and seeped into the edge of the jawline of the deathly white mask!
Even through the mask, it's not hard to imagine what a horrible mess the face underneath would be in now.

The tall old man watched the scene, letting out a broken, eerie laugh.

"[Masked] How does it feel?"
"This black fingernail of mine was bestowed upon me by the young master himself. It has the power to 'corrode blood and destroy the brain.' It only needs to seep into your body and contaminate a single drop of your blood... Hehehe~"

With each word he spoke, blood gushed from the gaping hole in his chest, but he paid it no heed, his eyes gleaming with cruelty.
"For martial artists below the seventh rank, even a god couldn't save them from this poison. It will first rot your flesh, then burrow into your brain!!!"

He grinned, revealing his bloodstained teeth:
"How is it? Do you feel like your heart is being gnawed by countless poisonous insects? Are you starting to have terrifying hallucinations in your mind?"
This is because as the toxic blood erodes the brain, it also erodes your mental will.

[Masked] stood motionless, as if petrified into a statue.

The black and white tomoe in their pupils slowly stopped spinning and became dull and lifeless.

He showed no reaction, as if, just as the tall old man had said, he was being swallowed by terrifying illusions, sinking into a nightmare woven from poisonous blood, and losing all awareness of the outside world.

The tall old man looked at the [mask]'s unresponsive state, a hint of expected mockery flashing in his cloudy old eyes.

He wasn't surprised that the other party had fallen into this predicament; he knew all too well the terrifying nature of the "black fingernails" bestowed upon him by the young master.

Moreover, since the one who was infected was a malevolent parasite, it was even more difficult to resist.

After all, although the parasites of the evil ritual may have some strange and bizarre abilities, they will mostly become crazy and their mental will will be shattered due to the constant influence of the evil ritual.

The tall old man grinned, revealing a smug, triumphant smile on his blood-stained lips.

"Cough cough..."

He coughed violently again, each cough bringing up large amounts of bloody froth, and his body shook even more violently.

But he forced himself to move towards the [mask] step by step.

He slowly stopped, raised his hand and touched [Masked]'s neck, preparing to break [Masked]'s neck.

The young master made it clear that the parchment scroll should be brought back intact, and as for the [mask], a head would suffice.

The Song family has plenty of ways to extract the secrets they need from the minds of the dead.

As he stretched out his hand and exerted slight force, he spoke softly into the empty air:
"Ninth Brother, I'm done here. Have you found your body yet?"

As someone who does the dirty work specifically for the young master, the tall old man basically doesn't use a mobile phone when he's doing his job.

Their means of communication is a communication chip implanted inside the skull—an encrypted channel on a special frequency band that cannot be tracked or intercepted.

The hunched old man's voice resounded directly in the depths of his mind:

"No, he ran very fast, his breath was too faint, we're still looking..."

The tall old man frowned:

"Never mind the corpse, go get the parchment first. It's in the safe in the villa. I'm a little injured, you go ahead."

I took [the mask's] head and will slowly come over to meet you.

"Understood!" the voice in my mind replied briefly, then fell silent.

The tall old man hung up the call, his fingers gradually tightening, when suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his chest.

He looked down in horror, his sinister smile frozen on his face.

He saw that inside his shattered chest cavity, broken bone fragments were spreading like a spiderweb of black lines at a visible speed, and the turned-out flesh was sizzling and emitting black smoke.

The excruciating pain of a thousand ants gnawing at the heart engulfs it, as if cold, poisonous insects are wriggling and gnawing in every blood vessel.

Even more terrifying was the sudden, unannounced burst of countless insane babbling in my ears:
Sharp hisses, twisted growls, and vicious curses burrowed into his ear canals like living things, churning wildly in his brain, tearing his reason to shreds and turning it into terrifying hallucinations.

The tall old man's mind was in complete confusion: "???"

What the hell?

The current symptoms look like I was scratched by black fingernails.
But...but...how could I possibly scratch myself?!
It's a ghost!

(End of this chapter)