sbdcsierra Chapter 433 Total Lunar Eclipse (Page 12)
Chapter 433 Total Lunar Eclipse (Page 12)
006 Squad Base, early morning.
Inside the courtyard, the morning mist had not yet dissipated, and a thin layer of frost clung to the blue bricks and gray tiles.
Shao Pingge stood in front of the stone table in the courtyard, slowly brewing a pot of tea. The aroma of the tea wafted through the cool air.
"Team Leader Shao, Chen Han has arrived."
A team member strode into the yard and reported in a low voice.
Shao Pingge looked up and saw a tall figure approaching in the morning light at the courtyard gate.
—Chen Han.
He was wearing a heavy military overcoat, with broad shoulders and long legs. His brows and eyes were cold and sharp, and he was surrounded by a faint, chilling aura, as if he had just stepped out of the underworld.
"The agent of the Emperor of Fengdu..." Shao Pingge chuckled, poured a cup of hot tea, and pushed it over. "I've heard so much about you."
As Chen Han took the teacup, a thin layer of ice condensed on the surface of the tea the instant his fingertips touched the cup.
He frowned, seemingly unaccustomed to this leakage of power, and said in a deep voice:
"Captain Shao, let's hand over the duties."
Shao Pingge nodded: "No rush, have some tea first."
He raised his hand and pointed outside the courtyard: "The mystery of the capital... it's been rather unsettled lately."
In the underground intelligence room of Shangjing City.
As the holographic projection unfolds, countless red dots appear on the city map, each dot representing a recent mysterious event.
“In the past week, a total of 37 mysterious incidents have occurred in Shangjing City, including 3 ‘Wuliang’ level incidents and 1 ‘Klein’ level incident.”
Shao Pingge lightly tapped his fingertip, zooming in to display several key areas:
"The 'ghost bride' in the abandoned factory in Dongcheng District, the 'corpse puppet' in the cemetery in the western suburbs, and..."
He paused, then pointed to a red dot in the city center:
"The most troublesome thing is this—'Red Moon Theater'."
"A low-ranking member of the Cthulhu clan, suspected to be a theatrical performer, can corrupt the minds of audience members through theatrical performances, and has so far caused 17 people to go missing."
Chen Han's gaze was icy: "Why didn't you deal with it sooner?"
Shao Pingge shrugged: "We're short-handed, and..."
He smiled, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes:
"Isn't this a way for the new captain to establish his authority?"
Chen Han: "..."
Dusk. An abandoned factory in Dongcheng District.
A chilling wind blew, and faded red silk hung throughout the dilapidated factory, with a decaying bridal sedan chair placed in the center.
“A ghost bride…” Chen Han stood at the factory gate, his military overcoat fluttering in the wind. “A vengeful spirit who likes to dress up as a bride?”
Shao Pingge leaned against the wall and said lazily, "Yeah, they specifically target unfaithful men, skin them alive to make wedding dresses. Quite creative."
Chen Han gave him a cold look: "Aren't you going to make a move?"
Shao Pingge spread his hands: "I'm an audience member today."
"..."
Without further ado, Chen Han strode into the factory.
"Squeak-"
The curtains of the bridal sedan chair moved without wind, and a pale hand slowly stretched out, with drops of scarlet blood dripping from its fingertips.
"My lord... has he come to marry me...?"
A plaintive female voice echoed in the air, carrying a seductive power.
Chen Han remained expressionless, raising his hand to shake hands—
"Fengdu - Soul Suppressor!"
"boom--!!!"
Black chains burst forth from the void, instantly binding the bridal sedan chair and tightening abruptly!
“Ahhhh——!!!”
Amidst a piercing scream, the bridal sedan chair exploded, and a figure in red was forcibly pulled out, suspended in mid-air!
It was a "bride" with a rotting face, revealing stark white bones beneath her red wedding dress, and her eye sockets crawling with maggots.
"That's it?" Chen Han frowned.
"Don't rush," Shao Pingge said with a smile from outside the door, "The best is yet to come."
As soon as he finished speaking, the factory floor suddenly cracked, and countless pale arms burst out of the ground!
"My lord... please stay..."
"Together with us...forever..."
Hundreds of rotting corpses crawled out from underground and surrounded Chen Han!
"..."
Chen Han sighed, his military overcoat fluttering even without wind.
"trouble."
He formed a hand seal, his voice like a whisper from the underworld:
"Fengdu: A Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts!"
"boom--!!!"
The pitch-black gate to the underworld opened behind him, and countless ghostly soldiers and iron cavalry roared out, their blades flashing like a tide, instantly engulfing the horde of corpses!
Three seconds later——
The factory returned to silence, leaving only black ash on the ground.
Shao Pingge clapped his hands: "Beautiful!"
Chen Han: "Next."
Midnight, Red Moon Theater.
Inside the dilapidated theater, the scarlet curtains fluttered without wind, and on the stage, a clown wearing a smiling mask was dancing mechanically.
In the audience, a dozen or so figures sat stiffly, with strange smiles on their faces.
“Mind control?” Chen Han stood at the entrance, his gaze icy.
Shao Pingge nodded: "Be careful, this guy is good at 'role-playing'."
As soon as he finished speaking, the clown on stage suddenly stopped moving and slowly turned his head—
"New audience?"
His voice was hoarse and distorted, and his eyes beneath the mask gleamed with a scarlet light.
Welcome to...Red Moon Theater!
"Today's performance is—"
"The Cycle of Death!"
"Shua——!!!"
The theater lights suddenly dimmed, and when they came back on, Chen Han and Shao Pingge were already sitting in the audience, and the surrounding crowd had all transformed into their likenesses!
"Illusion?" Chen Han frowned.
“No.” Shao Pingge narrowed his eyes. “It’s ‘rules’.”
"In this theater... you have to 'finish' your role."
"otherwise……"
He pointed to the front row—
A “spectator” who was trying to escape suddenly froze, and was then pulled back to his seat like a puppet, his head turned 180 degrees!
"will die."
Chen Han sneered: "Boring."
He stood up abruptly, his military overcoat billowing like a dark cloud:
"Fengdu - Breaking Illusions!"
"Click——!!!"
The void shattered like a mirror, the theater returned to its original state, and a crack appeared in the clown's mask!
"You...how is that possible?!"
The clown's voice finally carried a hint of terror.
Chen Han stepped forward, and a jet-black longsword appeared in his palm:
"My role..."
"He's the executioner who killed you."
The blade flashed like ink, and the clown's head flew into the sky!
Dawn, 006 Squad's base.
Shao Pingge stretched and said, "Not bad. Sweeping away three 'Wuliang' strongholds in one night is enough to keep us in the capital for a while."
Chen Han took off his military overcoat, and the frost on his shoulders gradually melted: "You did it on purpose."
"Ok?"
“That theater…is not a ‘Klein’ level theater at all.”
Shao Pingge laughed: "You found out?"
He turned and walked towards the courtyard gate, waving his hand:
"I'm leaving now, the front lines are waiting for me."
"I'm leaving the capital to you."
Chen Han watched his retreating figure and suddenly spoke:
"Come back alive."
Shao Pingge paused, but did not turn around.
"As much as possible."
Early morning, Team 006 held its routine meeting.
The team members sat upright, stealing glances at the new captain.
Chen Han flipped through the mission report expressionlessly: "Today's patrol focus: underground pipes in the East District, suspected 'ghoul' nest."
Team member A whispered, "Captain... how about we have breakfast first?"
Chen Han looked up.
Team member A: "...Never mind what I said."
Chen Han closed the document: "Disband."
Everyone felt as if they had been granted a pardon and were about to slip away—
"and many more."
Chen Han pulled a thermos out from under the table:
"Meat buns, while they're hot."
Team members: "???"
Chen Han turned her face away: "...My mom made it."
...
Chen Han stood in front of the tactical sand table, lightly tapping his fingertip, and dense red dots appeared on the holographic projection—markers of recent mysterious events.
"A bloody shadow has appeared in an abandoned hospital in Dongcheng District, signs of 'ghoul' activity have been found at a subway station in the western suburbs, and a 'mirror image' has been spotted in a commercial street in the city center..."
His brows were furrowed, the hem of his military overcoat swayed slightly, and he exuded a cold aura.
"Captain, these mysterious events are happening too frequently," team member Wang Tiezhu said in a low voice. "It feels like someone is manipulating things behind the scenes."
Chen Han's gaze was icy: "The Red Moon's pollution is intensifying; Cthulhu's minions are infiltrating."
Just then, the courtyard gate was pushed open, and a lazy voice came from inside:
"Hey, are you busy?"
Everyone turned around and saw Zhang Yun leaning against the door frame with a lollipop in his mouth, followed by Lin Qiye, Baili Pangpang, Shen Qingzhu and others.
Chen Han raised an eyebrow: "What brings you here?"
Zhang Yun grinned: "I heard things are a bit unsettled in the capital lately, so I've come to lend a hand."
Baili Pangpang rubbed his hands together: "I'll just mooch a meal while I'm at it."
Shen Qingzhu pushed up her sunglasses: "Troublesome."
The abandoned Renhe Hospital in Dongcheng District.
As night fell, the dilapidated hospital building was shrouded in an eerie moonlight, its broken windows like dark, gaping eyes, peering at anyone who came in.
"It's said that weeping can be heard here every night, and someone saw a blood-red shadow wandering in the corridor." Wang Tiezhu lowered his voice, the detector in his hand flashing wildly.
Zhang Yun, chewing on a lollipop, mumbled, "Blood Shadow? That sounds interesting."
Lin Qiye drew his black box sword, its blade wreathed in a faint aura of night: "Disperse the search, maintain communication."
Everyone nodded and dispersed into the hospital.
Baili Pangpang and Shen Qingzhu were in a group. As soon as they stepped into the first-floor corridor, they heard the sound of water dripping.
"It's leaking?" Baili Pangpang looked up, his pupils shrinking sharply—
On the ceiling, a scarlet shadow was slowly writhing, and blood dripped down its outline!
"Holy crap! Blood Shadow!"
"Shua——!!!"
Blood Shadow pounced down suddenly, its sharp claws aimed straight for Baili Pangpang's throat!
"boom--!!!"
Shen Qingzhu's gravity field instantly unfolded, and Xueying's movements suddenly slowed down, forcibly pressing him to the ground!
"Useless." Shen Qingzhu said coldly.
Baili Pangpang, still shaken, exclaimed, "Old Shen! You should have acted sooner!"
Shen Qingzhu: "It's quite amusing to see you so scared."
Baili Pangpang: "..."
Third floor, pediatric ward.
Zhang Yun swayed slowly, the lollipop in his hand already finished, leaving only a bare stick.
"Blood Shadow... Blood Shadow... Where are you?"
He hummed a little tune as he pushed open a dilapidated hospital room door.
"Squeak-"
Inside the room, more than a dozen blood-red figures turned their heads at the same time, their scarlet eyes fixed on him!
"Wow, I won the lottery!" Zhang Yun grinned.
The blood-red shadows roared and charged forward, but he remained calm and snapped his fingers.
"Dream Realm Unveiled!"
"Shua——!!!"
The entire ward was instantly filled with data streams, the movements of the Blood Shadows suddenly froze, and blood bars appeared above their heads!