sbdcsierra Chapter 480: A lone figure arrives with a knife
Chapter 480: A lone figure arrives with a knife
The boat swayed in the fog, and the mask with the bright red word "King" on it looked particularly dazzling in the dim light.
"What the hell? Wang Mianren? What the hell is this?" Wu Hen complained crazily in his inner monologue. This plot trend was even more outrageous than the soap operas he had watched!
"System, stop playing dead! What's going on? Why did this guy suddenly appear? Is he here to give me experience?"
[bite!
It is detected that the host has a strong interest in Wang Mianren, and the task is issued: dance a pole dance in front of Wang Mianren, reward: a mysterious prop!
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"Get out!" Wu Hen roared in his heart. This damn system only knows how to cause trouble!
Lin Ye'er frowned. She never thought that she would meet Wang Mianren here.
Shouldn't that guy be in the "Masked" organization?
How could he become a Taoist here?
This plot definitely skipped several chapters!
"An Yuqing, Jiang Er'er, do you know him?" Jia Lan'er looked at the figure warily and asked in a low voice.
An Yuqing and Jiang Er'er shook their heads. They had never seen this person before, but they had only heard about the terrifying King-Faced Man from rumors.
"This...this...is this really the King Face Man?"
Cao Yuanhai's eyes widened as he stammered, his voice trembling, "Why is he here? Is he here to kill us?"
Fatty Baili swallowed, took a step back and hid behind Lin Ye'er.
"Sister Ye'er, why do I feel like something is wrong? Is he going to cause trouble?"
Shen Qingzhu pushed his glasses up. "The aura on him is very strange. He doesn't seem like a living person."
Wu Hen looked at the figure and wondered in his heart, is this guy the real King Face Man or a fake?
"Hey, are you Wang Mianren? Say something, don't pretend to be dumb. If you pretend to be dumb, you won't have a girlfriend!" He deliberately said in a teasing tone, trying to test it.
"System, let me ask you again, is this guy really the King-faced Man? If so, you have to give me some clues!" Wu Hen was extremely anxious, he didn't want to give away his life for no reason.
The figure still did not respond, but was trembling slightly, as if it would fall down at any moment.
The waves came one after another, the boat shook violently, and the waves splashed, but the figure was not wet at all.
The atmosphere became even more eerie, and the tension was like a taut string that could break at any moment.
Wu Hen looked at the figure, his heart full of doubts. What was going on?
He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
The figure slowly closed his eyes.
His right hand rested on the hilt of the knife.
The sea suddenly stopped.
Waves and clouds, frozen in mid-air...
The world seemed to be paused, the waves were frozen in the air, the water droplets were suspended, and even the air seemed to be solidified.
Only the figure on the small boat was still swaying slightly.
He slowly opened his eyes, and there was a dead silence in them, without a trace of light.
"Chong-"
A crisp sound of a knife cut through the stagnant air like tearing silk.
A completely black scimitar with a slender blade that gleams with a cold light. The handle is carved with a lifelike figure of a flying mandarin duck with wings spread out, ready to fly.
[Yi Yuan] was unsheathed, but it did not bring the expected killing. Instead, a violent cough broke the eerie silence.
He covered his chest and coughed heart-wrenchingly, as if he was going to cough out all his internal organs.
The mask with the bright red word "King" on it also trembled, making it impossible to see his expression underneath the mask.
This sudden change made the already tense atmosphere even more bizarre.
He suppressed a cough, raised the [Yi Yuan] tremblingly, and pointed the tip of the knife at the seven people on the boat.
Wherever the blade points, the chill is so intense that it seems to freeze even the soul.
Jialaner took a step forward without hesitation and stood in front of everyone.
Her eyes were fierce, like a lioness protecting her cubs, ready to pounce on the enemy at any time.
"What do you want to do?!"
He sighed helplessly, his voice hoarse, as if it was a whisper coming from the depths of hell.
"I'll kill someone."
Everyone's heart tightened, and they gripped their weapons tightly, ready to fight at any time.
"Who to kill?" Jialan'er's voice was cold, without any emotion.
"Kill only one person." He paused, his eyes sweeping across the crowd, finally stopping on one person. "If this person doesn't die, he will become a nightmare for the world."
Everyone looked at each other, curious and nervous.
Who is this guy?
Why did he become the world's nightmare?
"Who?" Jia Lan'er asked, her tone even colder.
He slowly raised his finger...
His trembling fingers slowly pointed at... Lin Qiye.
The air froze instantly, and everyone's eyes were focused on Lin Qiye.
"What the hell? What's going on? This guy wants to kill Lin Qiye? Did he get the wrong script?" Wu Hen was complaining in his heart. This plot direction was even more exciting than riding a roller coaster!
Jialan'er's gaze instantly became sharp, the spear in her hand hummed, and the tip of the spear pointed directly at the man wearing the mask with the word "king" on it.
"Don't even think about it!" She said it in a firm tone without any hesitation.
"Why?" His hoarse voice was filled with a hint of doubt. "If this person doesn't die, the world will fall into eternal night."
"I do not believe!"
Jia Lan'er shouted, "I believe in my companion! Even if the whole world is against him, I will stand by his side!"
The spear in her hand emitted bursts of dragon roars, as if ready to attack at any time.
The atmosphere was tense, like a taut string that could break at any time.
Wu Hen quietly took a step back and hid behind Baili Pang'er.
"Fatty, when the fight starts later, remember to cover me!" he said in a low voice.
Fatty Baili nodded in confusion, he hadn't realized what was happening yet.
He was silent, his head lowered, his eyes fixed on his tattered cloak.
The cloak was stained with blood, which looked particularly shocking in the dim light.
He reached out his hand and gently stroked the bloodstains on his cloak, a trace of nostalgia and sadness appearing in his eyes.
Fragments of past memories came flooding in like a tide, drowning him.
He seemed to be back in that bloody night, seeing those familiar faces and hearing those heartbreaking cries...
After a long time, he slowly raised his head, his eyes fell on Jialan'er, with a hint of sadness in his tone.
"You...really want to stop me?"
Jia Lan'er nodded without hesitation, her eyes determined. "I'll say it again, don't even think about it!"
He smiled bitterly, his laughter full of helplessness and sadness.
"Since you insist so much, then come." He looked up at the sky, his eyes empty, as if he had lost his soul.
"Perhaps, this is my destiny."
He slowly thrust the [Yi Yuan] into the sea, and the pitch-black blade merged with the deep blue water, as if it had disappeared.
However, the calm sea surface suddenly surged, and a huge vortex appeared out of nowhere, like a huge mouth of the abyss, about to swallow everything.
The six frozen figures were sucked into the vortex the moment it appeared and disappeared without a trace.
Jialan'er's pupils suddenly shrank and her heart sank.
This sudden change caught her off guard.
She never thought that he would take other people away in this way.
"What are you doing?!" Jialan roared, and the spear in his hand shone brightly, like a roaring dragon, rushing straight into the sky.
Her figure flashed, and like an arrow, she rushed towards the man wearing the mask with the word "king" on it.
The speed is astonishing.
He slowly raised his head, and the [Yi Yuan] in his hand drew a black arc.
Like the scythe of death, with a fierce murderous aura, it rushed towards Galan'er's spear.
"Boom——" There was a loud noise, deafening.
The two powerful forces collided with each other, causing huge waves.
Jialan'er only felt a powerful force coming and knocking her away.
Her figure rolled several times in the air and then disappeared.
The world suddenly became quiet.
Only the sound of waves hitting the hull echoed on the empty sea.
He sat alone in the small boat, holding his chest and coughing violently as if he was going to cough out his lungs.
He trembled as he inserted the [Yi Yuan] into the scabbard, then closed his eyes and let the boat carry him and disappear into the vast ocean.
On the sea, there is only loneliness and desolation.
Why did he want to kill Lin Qiye?
This mystery, like a huge shadow, hangs over everyone's heart.
"Cough cough cough..." He coughed even more violently, as if he was going to cough out his heart and lungs.
He raised his head and looked into the distance.
"Who are you?"