Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 622 I Want to Be a Slave to Power!!!

【14:24:22】

The cold numbers, like poisoned icicles, pierced deep into Feng Ju's consciousness.

【14:24:20】

Before the shadow of the previous number had completely dissipated, a new number emerged with chilling malice.

【14:24:18】

The numbers continued to decrease relentlessly, dropping two seconds at a time.

【…】

Feng Ju had never run so fast in his life.

Fortunately, he is now a "dead man" and cannot feel fatigue, otherwise, running like this, he would probably vomit his lungs out of his throat.

Death has become his greatest advantage now.

What happened in the sewer, though thrilling, actually took only about 20 minutes from the moment Feng Ju "came back to life" and got up.

Thanks to time being kind to him, only about 10 minutes had actually passed in reality.

Feng Ju mustered all his strength to burst out of the sewer, his legs swinging wildly back and forth like a machine, and sprinted toward the Emerald Garden.

It wasn't that he didn't want to take a taxi, but the streets at night were like his blood vessels, which had lost too much blood, with very little traffic.

Occasionally, when a vehicle passes by, the driver catches a glimpse of this terrifying sight from afar and invariably slams on the gas and speeds past.

Anyone who sees a blood-soaked figure running towards them would be terrified—his clothes are already soaked in blood, congealed into a hardened "black armor," and blood clots stuck in his hair fall off as he runs, revealing his pitch-black face.

Fortunately, he was quite fast, running at a speed similar to that of a vehicle. Moreover, his two feet were more agile than four wheels, allowing him to disregard traffic rules and take shortcuts with impunity.

However, the cars that were driving by saw him "chasing after" and drove even faster.

The night wind whistled in his ears, and his cell phone buzzed in his pocket. Feng Ju took it out as he ran and glanced at it; it was Chang Erbing calling.

Feng Ju had no intention of answering; the fact that he didn't hang up immediately was the greatest courtesy he could show.

A sudden airburst + a mysteriously appearing duo of sallow-faced old men = ? ?

Feng Ju couldn't figure out the whole story either, but his intuition told him that there was definitely something fishy going on.

Because he had been following the special envoy the whole way, he was certain that the special envoy was innocent, so the problem must lie among Ma Bin, Li Xiang, and Chang Erbing.

More likely, all three of them are hiding something!
Feng Ju still couldn't guess where the problem lay.

But a terrible thought uncontrollably surfaced in his mind—could it be that his plan had backfired, and those three were actually colluding with [Mask] in secret?
When a person is running, the brain does not receive enough oxygen.

It's hard to say whether Feng Ju's judgment is accurate.

However, as a seasoned constable, the most basic quality is to only assert one's case without providing evidence, to only suspect without taking responsibility.

The principle of "presumption of guilt" applies.

Therefore, after the phone rang a few times, he not only didn't answer or hang up, but also threw the phone away and into the roadside ditch.

With a splash, he cleverly disguised himself as "dead or missing".

"Dududu-"

The cold, electronic buzzing echoed repeatedly deep within the hunched old man's cochlea.

Hearing the communication abruptly cut off in the encrypted channel, the hunched old man's wrinkled face suddenly darkened, and he murmured in a hoarse voice:
"Little Liu... is broken."

The previous sentence in the communication was about taking [Masked]'s head and joining him. However, less than half a minute later, or even less, the voice coming from the encrypted channel was a different, cold voice.

He said, "Thanks for the reminder, I'll accept the Erosion Bead."

This isn't Xiao Liuzi's voice. It must be that Xiao Liuzi secretly turned on speakerphone so he could hear it before he died.

From the conversation, it can be heard that Xiao Liuzi initially had the upper hand, but was turned around at the last moment when he was about to kill [Mask].

So, Xiao Liu Zi probably wanted to use the Erosion Bead to perish together with [Mask], but in the end, he was killed before he could even detonate it.

Therefore, the last voice in the communication was that of Zheng Hang, the murderer who killed Xiao Liuzi.

"[Masked] was actually able to kill Xiao Liuzi?"

The hunched old man, or rather, Xiao Jiuzi, felt a sudden sinking feeling in his heart. His sallow face was clouded with worry, and a barely perceptible look of panic flashed in his eyes.

He stopped in his tracks and pondered for three seconds.

He now has two choices.

The first option is to immediately turn back into the sewer, kill [Mask], avenge Xiao Liuzi, and retrieve [Mask]'s head for the young master.

The second option is: do not return to the sewer, but leave here as quickly as possible and head to the special envoy's villa to find the parchment scroll for the young master.

Three seconds later, Xiao Jiuzi made a decision.

"Little Liu... I'm sorry."

He silently recited a phrase to himself, then leaped forward and sped off towards the Emerald Garden without looking back.

It wasn't that they didn't want to avenge Xiao Liuzi, but the risks were too great.

Xiao Liu's strength is only on par with his, and in some aspects even surpasses him.

[Mask] Since he was able to kill Xiao Liuzi, no matter what methods he used, he would be in grave danger if he went up against him. Besides, the other party also dropped equipment after killing him.

—The Corrosion Pearl is now in the hands of [Masked], who is not a piece of trash like Young Master Kuang Yan.

Most importantly, for people like them who have no roots, what kind of ties do they have? The interests of their masters are everything to them.

The most urgent task is to find the parchment scroll.

The grudge against Xiao Liu can only be remembered for now, and will be taken revenge later when the opportunity arises.

The mere [Masked] killed Xiao Liuzi, the young master will not let him go. He is doomed anyway, there is no need to rush.

His hunched figure became a fleeting black shadow in the night, his speed soaring to its limit. He didn't choose to hail a car either; his full-speed running was half a step faster than a taxi.

He also moved nimbly through the streets and alleys, always choosing shortcuts to travel quickly.

A twist of fate is quietly unfolding at this moment.

Xiao Jiuzi had already given up searching for the corpse, but the "shortcut" he chose unknowingly began to slowly converge with the trajectory of the "corpse" that had vanished without a trace, gradually overlapping with it.

Seven minutes and forty-seven seconds later.

As he walked through a dark, narrow alley, his ears twitched, keenly catching a faint buzzing vibration.

"Ok?"

He glanced out of the corner of his eye at the silted-up drainage ditch beside the road.

"Who left their phone here...?"

But his hurried steps did not falter in the slightest; he had no time to pick it up, nor did he care.

Not far ahead, Feng Ju was sprinting with all his might.

Suddenly, his running steps abruptly halted, and an inexplicable chill crept up his spine. It was an indescribable, terrifying cold that attacked his heart without warning, causing his heart, which beat once every 10 seconds, to beat two seconds faster.

Living people might question their body's instinctive alarms, but the dead have a profound and accurate understanding of them.

Feng Ju's expression changed, and his ears perked up immediately.

It's not an illusion!

Behind me, I could clearly hear faint footsteps, yet they were incredibly fast, and a chilling wind was blowing through the air.

Who?
Who's chasing me?!

A sense of foreboding arose in Feng Ju's heart. He twisted his neck violently, his bloodshot eyes staring intently behind him.

"It's him?!?"

Feng Ju's pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints, and he was greatly alarmed.

He was one of the two old men who suddenly appeared in the sewer and then suddenly "killed" him.

That old, sallow face, etched with deep wrinkles, was rapidly magnifying in his pupils as it drew closer.

No, what deep-seated hatred could there be? Killing me once wasn't enough, you had to chase after me and kill me again?
God have mercy, I don't even know you guys!

Feng Ju was both shocked and angry, anxious and furious.

Feng Ju has once again fallen into the bad habit of "presumption of guilt," and he has truly wronged Xiao Jiuzi.

The latter didn't intentionally pursue him; she had already given up looking for him.

Just as Xiao Jiuzi was focused on getting to the villa as quickly as possible, she noticed a figure ahead.

His hunched back straightened slightly, and his cloudy eyes met Feng Ju's pupils. The change in expression that flashed across his face in an instant was so wonderful that it was hard to describe in words.

To paraphrase an ancient saying, it's like searching for someone a thousand times in the crowd, only to find them waiting for you right there in front of you when you suddenly turn around.

What a coincidence!!!
"It's you?!" A thunderclap exploded in their hearts at the same time.

The hunchbacked old man never expected that he would encounter the vanished corpse again here, in this way.

He suddenly stopped and let out a chilling laugh:

"Hehehe—, interesting, you actually didn't die, and you even ran this far..."

His gaze, like a sticky snake's tongue, licked over Feng Ju's body inch by inch, slowly stretching his sallow face into a horrifying arc:
"Being disloyal to your master is one thing... but you're hiding other strange things. We're in a hurry, so I advise you to tell us obediently how you survived?"

Feng Ju's face was so gloomy it could drip water, and an unprecedented despair welled up in his heart.

He wanted to answer the hunchbacked old man's question, but he didn't know where to begin.

This is a very complex issue. To explain it clearly, we would have to start from the night the filial daughter betrayed him, or perhaps even earlier, going back to a very, very long time ago.
He only had a few hours left to live.

We also need to find the parchment scrolls, decipher them, prepare all the materials for the sacrificial ceremony, perform the sacrifice, and establish payment channels, etc.

Where would he find the time to tell stories to others?!
So, the quickest way is to let the other side kill you again... what a load of rubbish!
Leaving aside whether his remaining lifespan could support him to "resurrect" once more, he felt that his remaining lifespan was likely insufficient.

If he dies again, his phone will be cut off due to unpaid bills!

Even if he were lucky enough to "resurrect" again, wouldn't the enemy camp his corpse?

The "death escape" trick can only be used once; if you use it again, you'll really only be "dead."

Otherwise, do you really think the other party is a fool?
Feng Ju gritted his teeth; if he died here, he would die with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

It would have been better if he had died at the hands of his filial daughter.

If he died at the hands of a filial daughter, he would become a vengeful ghost and know who to seek revenge on. But if he died at the hands of this old man, he would become a ghost and not know who to appeal to for justice.

Being killed by a strange old man once wasn't enough, it had to happen twice?!

Feng Ju stared intently at the hunched old man, his eyes wide with fury, and said:
"Who are you? What grudge do you hold against me? Why are you relentlessly pursuing me?!"

Coincidentally, Xiao Jiuzi was also in a hurry and didn't have time to argue with Feng Ju here.

"Who are we? Hehehe—you'll have to ask your master (the special envoy) on your way to the underworld!"

The hunched old man suddenly leaned forward, his toes lightly touching the ground, and the bluestone floor cracked open.

The eerie words were still echoing in the alley when he transformed into a ghostly afterimage, hurtling towards Feng Ju with a piercing whistling sound.

The withered, emaciated hands curved like hooks, aiming straight for Feng Ju's throat!
"You're not going to tell us the answer? Fine, we'll keep our eyes peeled and see how you manage to survive this time!"

"Ahhhh-"

Feng Ju roared, like a wild beast on the verge of despair, unleashing the full potential of his body.

It turns out that the explosive power of the "dead" is greater than that of the living.

Because the muscles of a living person have a self-protective constraint to prevent death, while a dead person does not have this need.

Living is about restraint, dying is about indulgence. Therefore, the laws of nature have already revealed the secrets of life since its inception.

The freedom that countless lives spend their entire lives pursuing actually lies dormant on the opposite side of life.

Feng Ju exerted all his strength, and the toe of his shoe was torn apart. His big toe burst open with a "crack" under the enormous impact, and blood instantly soaked through his sole.

His body suddenly lurched to the side, and he shot out of the alley like a cannon that had exploded, crashing straight into the road.

strength!

strength!

strength!!!

Feng Ju's breath was burning, every inch of his flesh and blood roaring with a thirst for power—not power, not status, but the most primal, purest violence.

If he had the power, why would he have tried to escape time and time again, only to be entangled with death each time?

For the powerless, death is like a persistent, inescapable affliction, a haunting spirit that cannot be shaken off.

But if you have power, death will stay away from you.

Between life and death, time seemed to slow down, and the past deaths flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, leading Feng Ju to a complete and profound realization.

He was wrong!
That day at home, at the dinner table, he shouldn't have been teaching his daughter to be human, not a monster.

If I can gain power, what's wrong with becoming a monster?

As long as you can gain power, you can be either a human or a monster. Conversely, if you don't have power, what difference does it make whether you're a human or a monster? In the end, you can't escape death!
"Yes, what I crave is not to continue living or to replenish my balance, but to live... to have power."

Feng Ju stomped his feet back and forth on the ground, each stomp accompanied by the groans of his muscle fibers.

The veins from the instep to the calf bulged out like a spider web, and the skin cracked inch by inch under the extreme burst of energy, with blood mixed with sweat leaving a dark red trail behind.

His speed increased steadily, surpassing his own limits time and time again, and dodging the hunchbacked old man's deadly attacks time and time again. 9
He was burning himself, burning his life, to gain power beyond what his body could handle, in order to escape!

"If I survive today, I will definitely gain power from now on, by any means necessary, as long as I can survive..."

"As long as I can survive."

Black flames ignited in Feng Ju's pupils.
"From this day forward, I don't care whether I'm human or monster, I'm going to be a slave to power... ahh ...

(End of this chapter)