Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 638 Eye Technique - Eternal Imprisonment Corridor!
"Shoot-"

The waistband, which had already been torn apart by Xiao Jiuzi's claws and was barely held together by a few fibers, finally let out a final cry during the violent movement and broke completely.

The broken belt drooped down limply, like a dying snake.

Fortunately, he was strong and his loose-fitting trousers were just barely held at his hips, preventing them from falling all the way down.

However, the fabric, now free of its restraints, slipped down a little, inevitably revealing half of the bright red underwear.

Well, this year is his zodiac year, and he wore bright red shorts to bring good luck, but who knew...

The vibrant red stood out starkly against the tattered black robe and blood-stained outfit.

As he moved about, the red color appeared and disappeared intermittently. It was shaped by the tension of his muscles and swayed slightly with the relaxation of his movements, like a flag of shame stubbornly fluttering in the smoke of battle.

In short, Xiao Jiuzi's claw attack was not very harmful, but extremely insulting.

The wound left by the poisonous claws was deep enough to expose bone, and pus and blood kept seeping out, but the tall night watchman, relying on his powerful cultivation of the Nine Yang Crimson Skill and his iron will, kept his face as iron as ever, without even twitching his brow.

But the moment his belt broke and his red underwear was completely exposed, an unprecedented panic gripped him, and his face beneath the mask turned a deep red.

The scalding heat burned from the base of his ears all the way to the back of his neck, making his entire scalp tingle. Sweat dripped down his temples and was then evaporated by the "Nine Yang Crimson Skill".

At this moment, every move he made became extremely cautious and careful, as if he were walking on thin ice.

Every sidestep, every block, every push-back requires a portion of your mind to tense the inner thighs and core muscles, using your will to firmly "hold up" the waistline defense that could collapse at any moment.

His final act of remaining partially exposed was his last vestige of dignity.

I really can't show any more skin.

Little did they know that it was precisely this "half-hidden" nature that was more alluring and more likely to arouse their animalistic instincts.

"Hehehe... Good! Very good!"

Xiao Jiuzi's eyes suddenly flashed with a vicious light, and her hand movements quickened by three times, each basic attack targeting the tall night watchman's red underwear.

After fighting for a while, Xiao Jiuzi also realized that the Night Watchman in front of her had an absurdly high health bar.

The berserk power he gained by burning his soul was enough to tear ordinary experts to shreds, but when it hit the tall Night Watchman, it was like a heavy hammer hitting tough rubber. Although it tore his skin open and caused pus and blood to splatter, it was still far from actually killing him.

If this drags on any longer, it's hard to say whether the other person will survive; he's truly about to burn out.

Fortunately, he finally found the other party's "Achilles' heel".

He suddenly ducked, bracing himself to take the blow; the opponent's five fingers, like hooks, slashed down fiercely.

This attack isn't meant to reduce the opponent's health; it's simply to tear that unsightly red cloth to shreds.

Let's just make them surrender immediately!

"mean!"

The tall night watchman's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints, and his heart skipped a beat.

He never expected that the other party would stoop to such a despicable level.

They would stop at nothing to kill him.

Wearing red underwear seems to tarnish the reputation of the Night's Watch, but if he were to go completely naked and instead expose his genitals, then... just imagining that scene made his vision go black.

It would be better to just die.

After all, social death is a more terrifying kind of death than death itself!

The only thing that gave the tall Night's Watchman some comfort was that he was still wearing a black mask, which was his last vestige of dignity.

Xiao Jiuzi ripped off the tall night watchman's underwear with one claw, while simultaneously taking a blow that sent him staggering back two steps, coughing up blood, and laughing maniacally.
"Hahaha, this is the weakness of you people with testicles! Unlike me, I had this burden removed when I was seven, and since then, this weakness has never existed!!!"

The tall night watchman didn't have time to pursue, as if he had been frozen in place, one hand holding his crotch and the other covering his testicles, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

Xiao Jiuzi laughed wildly and launched another claw attack towards the opponent's lower body.

The tall night watchman covered his groin with one hand, and had to let go with the other, slapping it in front of him.

Just then, a loud explosion came from above their heads.

The sound originated from the broken window on the second floor of the special envoy's building.

"Bang——!!!"

A dark shadow, like a cannonball hurled with tremendous force, hurtled towards them at an astonishing speed, carrying along shards of broken window frame wood and glass.

It was Feng Ju's headless corpse that, by sheer coincidence, landed between the two men locked in fierce combat.

Taking advantage of the interruption, the tall night watchman hurriedly pulled up his trousers and jumped backward.

Xiao Jiuzi didn't have time to stop or change direction; her claws landed squarely on the headless corpse's waist, hips, and thighs.

"Click——"

There was a sharp crack, like the sound of bones being scratched or something else breaking.

The headless corpse crashed down, its bones shattering in an instant. From the wounds torn by the claws, a pool of murky, sticky fluid slowly seeped out.

It looks like it was scratched by Xiao Jiuzi's claw, and the stagnant blood and pus were coming out of its body.

The problem is, where would a dried-up corpse, whose blood has been drained and whose soul has been devoured, find any moisture to "poison" and ooze pus?

However, Xiao Jiuzi was too preoccupied to think about such things at the moment.

He didn't even know which headless corpse it was, let alone have time to think about how the headless corpse died.

At this moment, Xiao Jiuzi's entire attention was firmly drawn to the corpse's exposed chest cavity.

A large hole was torn open in the chest cavity, and the heart that should have been beating between the pale ribs was nowhere to be seen.

But right where the heart was originally located, a tightly wrapped parchment scroll was stuck upside down, its surface gleaming evilly under the streetlights.

"A stroke of good fortune?!"

Xiao Jiuzi's bloodshot eyes suddenly flashed with a terrifying light.

The overwhelming joy that came from above immediately washed away all the grievances, anxiety, and the pain brought on by the burning soul.

He's had the worst luck of his life today. Everything is going wrong, and unexpected setbacks are happening. He lost an arm and his lifespan has been shortened by burning his soul. In short, it's a truly miserable day.

However, as the saying goes, things will turn around when they reach their extreme, and after the worst comes the best. When misfortune reaches its lowest point, it will eventually bounce back.

And just like that, what you've been searching for in vain has come to you effortlessly.

The parchment scroll he had been longing for suddenly fell right in front of him with a "thud" in a way he never dreamed of.

"Ha! Heaven is helping us! It must be that the young master is blessed with great fortune and is protecting our family from the unseen world!!"

He took a deep breath, his five fingers outstretched, and swiftly reached out to grab the mummified corpse's chest.

It felt cool and smooth to the touch, like touching cold human skin. A chilling, bone-chilling cold instantly spread from his arm throughout his body, making him shiver. But this chill did not make him back down; instead, it made him even more certain—this bundle of parchment scrolls was exactly what the young master wanted.

"That's my thing!"

In an instant, a cold shout came from the broken window on the second floor.

The voice was like a blade chilled to the bone, with a metallic texture, so cold and piercing that it made the hairs on the back of Xiao Jiuzi's neck stand on end.

He turned his head sharply to look in the direction of the sound, and another figure appeared at the window. Who else could it be but [Masked]?

"No wonder we couldn't find [Masked] all along; it turns out he had already infiltrated the special envoy's villa."

Xiao Jiuzi was shocked, as if suddenly enlightened, and understood the cause and effect.

"No wonder the Night Watchmen who were chasing Zuo Bai didn't come out with him; they were held back by [Masked]."

He felt a chill creeping down his spine as he was stared at by the inhuman eyes of the masked figure.

No, we've only been apart for a short while, so why does this monster seem to have become even more terrifying?

That doesn't make sense. How can the growth rate of the evil ritual parasite be so astonishing?

Xiao Jiuzi was suspicious, but the joy of getting the parchment and the mission she was entrusted with forced her to suppress her fear.

He snorted coldly and retorted without any politeness:

"Bullshit! What do you mean 'your stuff'? This is clearly our young master's property!"

From a young age, Xiao Jiuzi was taught that anything her master wanted had to belong to him, and that a servant should do everything in his power to get it for his master.

Before he could finish speaking, he didn't give [Mask] a chance to refute him.

He immediately gritted his teeth and frantically activated the source of his soul, adding fuel to the already burning soul fire.

The pain on his face intensified instantly, the blood vessels under his skin bulged and throbbed like earthworms, and cracks like broken porcelain appeared on his face.

But in those bloodshot eyes, there flickered an almost manic determination.

"Soul Burning Technique - Second Unlock Activation!"

With a heart-wrenching scream, Xiao Jiuzi's life force was nearly exhausted to the limit.

His aura reached its peak, and the surging blood energy around his body condensed into a protective aura, with streaks of blood-red aura enveloping his entire body like raging flames.

The problem was that his protective aura was unstable; fine, blood-red light kept bursting from its surface, as if it were about to explode at any moment, blasting him to pieces.

Xiao Jiuzi knew better than anyone that his crippled body was nearing its limit. The qi he had gathered at this moment was not enough to unleash a killing spree; it could only be used to create air gaps.

"Chi la——"

The night sky was torn open like a long, narrow slit in a black ribbon. Wherever the violent energy passed, the air was instantly pushed aside, compressed, and vaporized, carving out a straight track in the darkness without any air resistance.

Unstable crimson lightning crackled along the edge of the runway, as if it could collapse at any moment.

At the same time, Xiao Jiuzi touched the ground with her toes, her figure suddenly blurred, and in the next instant she appeared at the end of the vacuum passage.

There was no sound of air being torn apart, no howling wind, because the torn night had not yet healed, and even sound could not travel in the vacuum.

He took consecutive steps, and with each step, violent energy tore open a new vacuum path in front of him, his whole body shimmering silently in the night.

In a few leaps and bounds, the crimson figure had already covered a hundred meters before disappearing into the swaying grass in the distance, leaving only a few wisps of crimson aura slowly dissipating under the streetlights.

"Trying to escape? You're asking for it!!!"

[Masked]'s figure also disappeared through the window, and the shadow on the wall meandered down, causing the withered grass on the ground to move without wind wherever it passed.

"Sizzle sizzle sizzle—!"

A series of sharp, piercing sounds suddenly rang out, like a swarm of poisonous bees flapping their wings, as dense needles poured out of the second-floor window.

These silver rays intertwined into a net, precisely piercing the winding path of the shadows, the sound of needles sinking into the ground as fine as rain.

He had already put on his black mask again, and his wide black robe fluttered in the night wind, making him look righteous and awe-inspiring.

She was still in mid-air, before she landed, when the unquestionable judgment resounded through the night sky:

"[Masked], in the name of the Night's Watch, I hereby arrest you for crimes against humanity. Surrender now, for you have no chance of escape tonight!"

Silver needles rained down, piercing the winding, dark shadows like a sieve.

Under the streetlights, countless tiny holes and light spots appeared on the surface of the shadow. However, in the next instant, the shadow spread and covered the needle tip, flowing and healing again, swallowing the light spots.

However, due to its healing process, its speed was inevitably slowed down for a moment.

"Stop [the masked one], slay the evil spirits, and maintain human order."

Feng Yuhuai's stern shouts continued from behind, the awe-inspiring righteousness in his voice seemingly clearing even the night.

Taking advantage of the brief lull in the chaos, the tall night watchman swiftly lifted the red underwear, roughly tied a knot, and secured the last vestige of dignity.

But this is clearly not safe enough, as it could break open again at any time during strenuous exercise.

Without hesitation, he pulled off the headless corpse's still-intact pants and put them on his own legs.

Although the headless corpse's pants were tight on his thick thighs, making his buttocks ache, and the pant legs barely covered his calves, at least it was another layer of armor, greatly reducing the risk of "walking his manhood."

Then, his gaze sharpened and became steady again, locking onto the writhing, undulating shadow on the ground.

Without the slightest hesitation, he decisively abandoned the pursuit of "Old Huang" and instead set his sights on [Mask].

In his mind, "Old Huang" was naturally guilty of a capital offense, not because he almost caused him to walk his bird, but because resisting or attacking the night watchman was a capital offense.

Of course, he deserves to die for almost causing him to walk his bird!
A murderous intent surged within him; even tearing Old Huang to pieces would not quell the hatred in his heart.

However, he would never forget that the primary duty of the Night's Watch is always to maintain the purity of humanity and to eliminate all monsters or evil spirits that lurk in the human world.

In other words, [Mask]'s kill sequence must be far superior to "Old Huang's".

Regardless of whether his concept of "justice" was too extreme or narrow-minded, it is undeniable that, as a member of the Night's Watch, he was truly and rigorously upholding the principles of justice he firmly believed in.

People like him make up the vast majority of the Night's Watch organization.

As a result, the Night Watch has achieved an astonishing "miracle of negative growth" in its membership through their joint efforts year after year, with its membership repeatedly hitting record lows.

Similarly, those who are still alive now are the elite of the Night's Watch.

The next second, the tall Night Watchman pushed off with his feet, his massive body leaping into the air like a cannonball, stomping heavily on the shadow formed by [Masked].
The ground exploded, sending debris flying everywhere.

Countless shattered shadows twisted and recombine in the air, rippling and coalescing like ink, before finally taking shape.

The white mask was right in front of him, and a pair of slowly rotating kaleidoscopes were facing his eyes, instantly drawing his soul in.

An endless echo reverberated within my soul:
"Pupil Technique - Eternal Imprisonment of the Corridor!"

(End of this chapter)