Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 632 [Mask] Why is she here? 100% Filial Piety and Parental Love
The series of misfortunes caused Zuo Bai, a scientist, to start thinking somewhat unscientifically, and he began to believe in metaphysics and fortune-telling.

In short, Zuo Bai has started to believe in "fate"!

As Zuo Bai pondered this, he parted the last clump of dense grass stems.

Suddenly, a small, relatively secluded corner opened up before them, completely shrouded in the shadows of tall trees. The flat ground was covered with a thick layer of decaying leaves, making it an excellent hiding place.

"I'll hide it here for now..."

He relaxed slightly, his tense nerves just beginning to unwind.

However, just as he lifted his foot to step into the shadows...

The raised foot suddenly froze in mid-air, as if frozen by invisible frost, firmly nailed to the ground, unable to fall no matter what.

The blood and mechanical lubricant in the whole body instantly solidified.

A bone-chilling cold burst forth from his groin, shooting up his tailbone straight to the top of his head, freezing him so much that even the chip inside his skull went sluggish.

The electronic eye's eerie blue light suddenly contracted, and its pupils shrank to dangerous pinpoints in the darkness.

All the optical sensors instantly overloaded, focusing intently and without blinking on the deepest part of the shadow, the thick, inky darkness.

There, a person stood quietly.

Or rather, a... shadow.

His figure was upright, as if he blended into the surrounding darkness.

A meticulously tailored, pure black suit outlines a slender silhouette, covered by a thin cape of an eerie material that ripples strangely in the shadows even without wind.

On the chest, a solitary playing card emblem was pinned to the left lapel, gleaming with a cold, eerie light.

As your gaze moves upwards along the playing card emblem, a stark white, smooth bone mask comes into view, gleaming with a cold, corpse-like light in the darkness.

The mask had no texture on its surface, only two cutouts, in which a pair of scarlet eyes were embedded.

Like gemstones soaked in a sea of ​​blood, the black and white magatama silently rotates like tadpoles, each rotation and change seemingly trying to suck the viewer's soul in.

At this moment, those evil eyes were watching Zuo Bai, who had mistakenly wandered into this place, with a hint of amusement in their gaze that sent chills down his spine.

[Masked]?!

In the instant their eyes met, the brief, humiliating, and thoroughly manipulated memory of his death in the sewers surged back into Zuo Bai's mind like a floodgate being opened.

It's true that he really wants to take revenge on [Masked].

But this should never be now, not at this moment when he is severely injured, his testicles are shattered and bleeding, he has just escaped the clutches of the Night's Watch, and he is extremely weak.

So, why is [Mask] here?
Could they be after me...?
This thought caused Zuo Bai's heart rate to spike to its limit instantly, his brain's CPU was working overtime and getting slightly hot, and even a few wisps of black smoke with a burnt smell were rising from the top of his head.

In the midst of extreme horror and heightened alertness, a sudden, lightning-fast realization cleaved through Zuo Bai's chaotic thoughts.

"Speaking of which... it seems like my life started to be plagued by one misfortune after another, endlessly, from the day I met [Mask], right?!"

Zuo Bai had never thought about it this way before, because he had always believed in science.

But tonight, he began to believe in fate.

The mental shackles that had long been confined by science have been broken.

In other words, the scattered clues from the past, like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, were interpreted in his mind with a completely new perspective.

"That's right, encountering [Masked] was the first real 'death' in my life, the beginning of my misfortune!"

"Then, I came back with renewed vigor, seeking revenge on [Mask]... but halfway there, I was hit right by [Fate] falling from the sky."

"Then, Resurrection was found again, treated as cargo, and bumped into Feng Yuhuai, who had become a night watchman. Feng Yuhuai was initially targeted by me because of [Mask]."

"Tonight, I was once again forced into the bushes by Feng Yuhuai, and forced to reunite with [Masked]..."

The more I recall and reflect, the more unshakeable this conclusion becomes.
"Misfortunes came one after another like dominoes, and the first one to fall was [Mask]!"

"[Masked] is the one who dragged me into this vortex of misfortune!"

This line of reasoning is not scientific at all, but it's very "fateful"!
"Gudong."

Zuo Bai swallowed hard, his mouth dry.

He mustered all his facial muscles, forcing a model of friendly smile, and explained with utmost sincerity:
"It's a misunderstanding, a complete misunderstanding. I didn't come to see you, really. I'm sorry to bother you."

"You stay here, I'll leave now. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone you're here."

As Zuo Bai spoke, he carefully placed his feet down and retreated backwards into the bushes.

Zuo Bai had never spoken so eloquently in the first half of his life, but recently, by following [Destiny] around and being "influenced" by his surroundings, his personal cultivation has made incredible progress.

Even though blood was still seeping from his crotch, Zuo Bai maintained a "kind and benevolent" expression on his face, and even his voice was filled with gentleness.

However, the masked figure in the shadows doesn't seem to appreciate this gesture.

"Need not."

A cold, indifferent voice rudely interrupted Zuo Bai's friendly negotiation.

Compared to Zuo Bai, [Mask]'s tone was somewhat impolite.

Zuo Bai's heart suddenly tightened, thinking that [Mask] was about to attack him.

The next second, his tense breathing suddenly relaxed.

Then that cold voice rang out again, saying in a low voice:

"You stay here, I have an appointment I can't miss."

Before the last syllable had faded and before Zuo Bai could react, [Masked]'s body collapsed eerily like melting black wax, turning into a shadow darker than the night.

Zuo Bai's electronic eyes kept zooming in, staring intently at the shadow flowing into the grass beneath his feet, seemingly heading the same way he had come from.

Zuo Bai stood frozen in place for several seconds before taking a deep, sudden breath!

"Dating?"

"Did you go on a date with Feng Yuhuai?"

A few doubts swirled in his mind, and a strange feeling arose in Zuo Bai's heart:
"[Masked] didn't cause me any trouble. Is he really that magnanimous?"

Yes, compared to his previous thoughts of revenge and how Feng Yuhuai treated him like a mad dog, the "tolerance" shown by [Mask] at this moment made him feel ashamed.

Zuo Bai blinked, looked away, and couldn't help but feel secretly pleased:
"Could it be that my bad luck was absorbed by 'Old Huang' and my luck started to turn around?"

Thinking this way, Zuo Bai felt that the pain in his groin wasn't so unbearable anymore.

If sacrificing a pair of eggs can summon an "Old Yellow" to absorb one's bad luck, then it doesn't seem like such a bad deal.

Scientists don't need testicles!
Without testicles, one can dedicate oneself to science with greater single-minded focus!

.........

The pitch-black shadows flowed silently through the grass like liquid, into the villa, and meandered up the wall to the second floor.

A huge oil painting hangs on the wall, depicting a half-length portrait of the special envoy. The brushstrokes are heavy and realistic, and the colors are somber and intense. The special envoy in the painting is dressed in fine clothes, with a stern face and eyes staring straight ahead.

The light from the ceiling lamps cast interplay of light and shadow on the canvas, adding a touch of melancholy to the already serious portrait.

suddenly!

The light and shadow on the surface of the painting twisted and turned eerily for a moment.

It wasn't the movement of light, but rather an indescribable change in the texture of light and shadow on the canvas itself.

The outline of the special envoy's face seemed to be blurred by invisible ripples, yet his originally stiff and empty eyes became strangely vivid in this blur.

It was as if the faces in the painting had quietly come to life, or as if another transparent mask had been placed over the faces in the painting.

The paint on the human face rippled under the light in a way that was difficult to discern with the naked eye. And deep within the overlapping, "vivid" eye sockets, there seemed to be countless tiny black characters, like living insects, that suddenly appeared and then quickly disappeared.

[Emergency Notice:]
Your experience pack 1 (Clever Imotto) and your experience pack 2 (Dear Old Father) are having a fateful reunion.

Location coordinates: Emerald Garden

System calculations show that there is a 100% probability of triggering the "Father's Kindness and Daughter's Filial Piety" bond effect.

P.S.: Father and daughter reunited for a late-night snack, how could we leave you out?

—You are spying!!!
In the room, time seemed to freeze, turning a deep crimson.

Tens of thousands of hair-thin red threads intertwined in the void to form a web. They were not inanimate objects, but pulsated with a strange rhythm, like a living spider web.

In the center of the spider web, Feng Ju was entangled layer by layer like a moth caught in the net;

At the end of the spider web, Feng Yuhuai, like a spider, was still spinning new threads.

Through the black mask, Feng Yuhuai tilted her head and stared at Feng Ju, her synthesized voice filled with a chilling sense of grievance:
"My dear father, why won't you speak? Are you so unwilling to see your daughter?"

Feng Ju's lips opened and closed in vain; the language area of ​​his brain seemed to have malfunctioned, and he was unable to form sentences for a long time.

Love? Hate? Gratitude? Fear? Forgiveness? Revenge? ...
Countless extreme and contradictory emotions collided wildly in his mind.

The chaos in his heart at this moment is something that even the most eccentric writer, exhausting all his words, could hardly describe even a fraction of.

Standing before him was his daughter, whom he once loved most, and whom he now hates most.

That daughter, who carried all his hopes, pushed him into the abyss of death with her own hands;

His daughter, who had transformed into a monster, pulled him back from the brink of death.

So, should he fall in love again, continue to hate, or...?

A glimmer of clarity suddenly flashed through Feng Ju's chaotic thoughts: perhaps he could treat his daughter the same way he treated his rebellious son, Feng Mu.

Before Feng Ju could sort out his thoughts, Feng Yuhuai's voice rang out again, softly:

"It seems that the father really is unwilling to forgive his daughter."

A chilling, distorted sob came from beneath the black mask:
"But it's clear that Father has been deceiving Yu Huai all along, so why blame Yu Huai for everything?"

Feng Ju's prepared "forgiveness" instantly froze in his throat, and he was completely stunned upon hearing this.

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What do you mean he's been deceiving his daughter all along?

What did he lie about?
He, Feng Ju, believed that he had poured all his heart and soul and unreserved love into his daughter, Feng Yuhuai.

He may be hypocritical and cunning to others, and he may be harsh and ruthless to his son, but he has never deceived his daughter in the slightest. He would love to give her his whole heart.

Feng Ju's anger flared up. He opened his mouth, which was missing a front tooth, and the hissing sound that let in the air became rapid, as if he was about to burst into a tirade.

But he stubbornly endured it!

His face was contorted with grief, and his voice trembled, much like that of an elderly father who had suffered an injustice.
"Yu Huai... what nonsense are you talking about?"

His voice was unusually hoarse because of the red string binding his throat.
"Father, when have I ever lied to you? Father, in my entire life... I have never lied to you even once! Not even once!"

Feng Yuhuai slowly straightened his head, the lines in his eye sockets becoming even more vivid:

"Father, you're still trying to lie to me, but I can already smell it. The blood seeping from your body smells like a monster just like me, hee hee—"

Seemingly to prove that she wasn't lying, Feng Yuhuai gracefully flicked her little finger.

"Whoosh-!"

A red thread wrapped around Feng Ju's neck suddenly tightened, leaving a thin mark on his skin from which a string of bright red blood beads seeped out.

Feng Ju's heart trembled violently as he watched helplessly as the blood-stained red thread retreated back into Feng Yuhuai's body like a venomous tongue returning to its nest, eventually condensing into a drop of viscous black blood on her pale fingertip.

Feng Yuhuai gently lifted her slender fingers, slightly raising a corner of the mask.

Bloodstained fingertips grazed pale lips, leaving a glaring black mark on the lip line, before the mask was closed again.

Beneath the black mask came a soft smacking sound, like savoring fine wine.
"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Although only a drop of blood was taken, Feng Ju felt as if a part of his soul had been pulled away by that thread, as if he had walked through the gates of hell again.

In his mind, the memory of that night when he was killed by his daughter's own hands surged uncontrollably back into his heart.

The feeling of my daughter's cold fingers piercing through my back without any resistance, gripping my heart;

Life, along with scalding blood, was being frantically drained from shattered blood vessels, leaving a chilling sensation.
And then there's the nauseating feeling of countless red lines wriggling inside her body, following her daughter's arm;

That was the taste of death, the soul-piercing pain of being betrayed by loved ones.

The hatred has returned, it's all back!
This unfilial daughter! This monster! This... patricide and monstrous beast!!!

Feng Ju almost bit his back teeth to pieces, but his face showed no anger, as if time had reversed and he had returned to the time when he loved his daughter the most.

His face showed the tenderness of the past, and his voice was as gentle as if he were coaxing his young daughter:

“Yu Huai, you’ve misunderstood. It’s true that your father has become a monster, but your father has never lied to you. He never did before, he doesn’t do it now, and he never will in the future.”

He paused, then added:

"Father, it was only by chance that I was reborn as a monster after you killed me."

Feng Yuhuai seemed touched by this long-lost fatherly love, and his synthesized voice revealed a hint of hesitation as he said:

"Really? Father isn't lying to me?"

Success! Feng Ju sneered inwardly, but the loving expression on his face was like a mask welded shut, even more "sincere" and touching.

He wanted to nod vigorously to make his point, but his neck was still covered in red lines, so he could only manage a forced grin.

The more hatred he harbored in his heart, the more loving his face became.

"It's true, Father has never lied to Yuhuai, because in this world, Father will always be the one who loves you the most."

(End of this chapter)