pjbooks Chapter 86 The 8th Person Who Doesn't Exist, Mu Wanqing: What is this man up to now?
Chapter 86 The 8th Person Who Doesn't Exist, Mu Wanqing: What is this man up to now?
This thought left Zhao Hu's mind blank.
Right under his nose, their partner was struck in the throat and died silently.
After the sense of absurdity came overwhelming fear.
There is an eighth person here.
An unseen, ghostly assassin!
Moreover, his strength far surpasses that of everyone else!
In an instant.
A chill exploded from the base of his spine, freezing his limbs and bones.
The group immediately formed a defensive formation.
Zhao Hu suddenly looked around.
The passageway was completely empty.
Aside from their pale faces, there was only Mu Wanqing, who was controlling the Frost Giant.
And, in the corner, there was a boy who was holding his head and trembling like the last fallen leaf in the autumn wind.
"ah--!!!"
Sudden.
A piercing scream rang out; the sound did not belong to humans, but rather to the enormous flesh and blood tree!
The frost giant summoned by Mu Wanqing unleashed a devastating axe strike that struck the trunk of the Myriad Hearts Ghost Mother Tree squarely.
Deep blue ice crystals spread wildly from the axe blade, and the terrifyingly low temperature even froze the "blood" flowing from the giant tree.
But this is more like a provocation.
A blatant trampling on the dignity of a king-level being!
The next second, something unexpected happened!
At that moment, all the thousands upon thousands of human faces and hearts hanging from the branches, with their eyelids tightly closed, opened their eyes in unison!
What kind of sea of eyes was that?
Resentment, madness, pain, hatred...
All the most extreme negative emotions in the world are concentrated in those tens of thousands of eyes.
They had no pupils, only a chaotic, nauseating crimson.
All their eyes turned simultaneously, fixing their gazes on the intruders at the entrance of the passageway.
hum-
An invisible spiritual shock crashed down, as if to shatter everyone's souls into pieces!
"Ugh!"
The archer with the weakest mental strength in the [Blazing Execution Team] screamed on the spot, clutched his head and knelt on the ground, with bright red blood seeping from his seven orifices.
Zhao Hu and the other shield warrior were also violently shaken, feeling as if countless steel needles were churning wildly in their brains, and seeing stars before their eyes. They could barely hold onto their shields.
Only Chen Yifan and Mu Wanqing withstood the impact.
The former resists.
The latter, at the moment the mental shock descended, had a tiny mark flash across his forehead.
The mark shielded her from most of the damage.
But her face grew paler and paler, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.
She was doing everything she could to maintain control over the frost giant.
But to my horror, I discovered...
The Frost Giant's energy is being frantically drawn into the Myriad Hearts Demon Mother Tree!
The giant tree is... "feeding"!
It is devouring the Frost Giant's energy!
"Back off! Everyone, back off!"
Mu Wanqing's voice became shrill due to the intense mental anguish.
With a wave of her staff, the frost giant roared and drew its giant axe, tearing up large chunks of corroded flesh as it staggered backward.
But it was too late.
Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—
The sound of something cutting through the air was as dense as rain.
Those "fruits" that opened their eyes were like living cannons, spraying out streams of dark green, viscous liquid from their twisted mouths!
The liquid sliced through the air, carrying a pungent, sour smell, and slammed into the entrance of the tunnel.
"Raise your shields!"
Zhao Hu's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared.
He used all his strength to hold the runic tower shield, engraved with mountain reliefs, firmly in front of him.
Another shield warrior did the same thing.
Sizzle—
A sickeningly loud, corrosive crackling sound.
The dark green liquid splashed onto the shield, instantly sending up a cloud of white smoke.
That alloy shield was strong enough to withstand heavy artillery fire.
Deep pits were etched into it at a speed visible to the naked eye!
The two shield warriors felt a tremendous force coming from the shield, which caused their hands to split open and their arms to go numb.
Several drops of venom bypassed the shields and splashed onto their combat uniforms, instantly corroding several large holes, and the exposed skin immediately turned charred and ulcerated.
"Ah! My leg!"
The mentally traumatized archer was a fraction of a second too slow, and his thigh was splashed with venom.
He let out a bloodcurdling scream, as the flesh and blood of his entire leg rapidly melted away, revealing the stark white bone beneath.
The situation was completely out of control.
The shadow of death looms over everyone's heart.
"Now, follow my orders."
A cold, decisive, yet strangely reassuring voice rang out amidst the chaos.
It's Mu Wanqing.
She stood behind everyone, her pale yet still stunningly beautiful face devoid of any panic, only displaying an iron will.
"Zhao Hu, you and your men form a shield wall and guard the tunnel entrance!"
"Mage, cast [Energy Shield] on them!"
"Archer, quickly treat your wounded leg, then aim at that tree and fire freely!"
Her instructions were clear, concise, and devoid of any emotion.
Zhao Hu instinctively wanted to retort, but when his gaze met Mu Wanqing's cold, peach-blossom eyes, all the words stuck in his throat.
What kind of eyes were those?
There was no fear, no retreat, only a pure flame burning for survival.
Looking at their own side, the captain was dead, the archer was crippled, and the mage was almost paralyzed with fear.
His pathetic loyalty and factional strife...
Faced with an absolute threat of death, they appear so ridiculous and powerless.
"Oh shit!"
Zhao Hu cursed fiercely, but it was unclear who he was cursing at.
He gritted his teeth and roared at his still-stunned companions behind him:
"Didn't you hear what the young lady said?! Form formation! If you want to die, then keep standing there like that!"
The remaining three members of the [Blazing Execution Team] suddenly realized what was happening.
The instinct for survival overwhelmed everything.
They sprang into action, the shield warriors standing shoulder to shoulder with Zhao Hu, forming an ironclad defensive line.
The mage trembled as he raised his staff, and a pale blue energy barrier enveloped the shield wall.
The archer, who had lost a leg, turned out to be a ruthless individual.
He pulled a dagger from his waist and slashed it viciously at his thigh, which was rotting all the way up to his knee.
Amidst the gushing blood and suppressed groans, he hastily treated his wounds with a healing potion, then knelt on one knee and drew his longbow.
Arrows coated with chilling poison, burning with vengeful fury, shot toward the hearts of those disgusting human faces.
A temporary and fragile alliance was formed under the pressure of death.
And the one who started all of this, Chen Yifan, was crouching in the deepest shadow of the passageway, curled up into a ball.
His face was contorted with terror, the kind of genuine fear that comes from being utterly terrified.
His body trembled violently.
His eyes were filled with philosophical questions: "Who am I? Where am I? Why am I here?"
This perfect "battlefield quail" image caused everyone struggling on the brink of life and death to subconsciously overlook his existence.
But in his mind, he was making rapid calculations.
Three million, in hand.
With Wei Ze dead, Mu Wanqing can no longer shirk this responsibility.
The key now is how to survive, and... make more money.
While perfectly playing the role of a terrified bystander, he calmly observed the entire battlefield out of the corner of his eye.
Ok?
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Zhao Hu.
The loyal vice-captain was struggling to hold on against the shield wall.
His gaze, however, subtly glanced in my direction several times.
His eyes were filled with suspicion and scrutiny.
Chen Yifan's heart skipped a beat.
No?
Dude, what time is it?!
Do you still have the leisure to wander around aimlessly?
I really don't know how to write the word "death".
but……
Tucao returns to Tucao.
Is this because they're being suspected?
impossible.
His movements just now were almost at the maximum speed.
Even before the afterimage dissipated, it returned to its original position.
It is absolutely impossible for them to be discovered.
unless……
A flash of inspiration struck Chen Yifan, and he instantly understood.
Zhao Hu wasn't doubting him, but rather a ghostly assassin who "didn't exist."
Because they couldn't understand how Wei Ze died, they were extremely vigilant about any "abnormalities" on the battlefield.
And the biggest anomaly is that I, the "idle person" who did nothing and did nothing the whole time!
Damn it, is it wrong to slack off?
Chen Yifan cursed inwardly.
It seems we need to find an opportunity to completely eradicate this seed of doubt from Zhao Hu's mind.
His gaze was like lightning.
A quick scan of the entire battlefield and a bold plan quickly took shape.
He glanced at Mu Wanqing, who was commanding with composure and grace at the front, and then at Zhao Hu, who was struggling behind the shield wall, his face filled with grief and indignation.
"Ouch!"
Chen Yifan suddenly let out an exaggerated scream.
He slipped.
He seemed to have been tripped by something, and ended up scrambling toward the shield wall.
Staggering every three steps...
It looked like he might fall to the ground at any moment.
This seemingly crooked movement actually struck the supporting leg of the archer with the broken leg.
"Thump!"
The poor archer, already teetering on the edge, lost his balance instantly from the impact and fell to one side.
"Be careful!"
Zhao Hu and the others were shocked.
Just as the archer was about to be exposed to the venom barrage.
Chen Yifan, however, "just happened" to fall in front of him in an extremely disheveled manner.
And "coincidentally," she used her own back to shield him from the deadly attack.
hiss--
A few drops of venom splashed onto Chen Yifan's back.
The combat uniform was instantly corroded, and a burnt, pungent smell of roasted meat filled the air.
"Holy shit!"
Chen Yifan let out a heart-wrenching scream.
He was in so much pain that he curled up on the ground, his body convulsing violently.
This is not acting.
It really hurts!
The archer was saved. Still shaken, he looked at Chen Yifan, who was screaming in pain on the ground, and for the first time, gratitude appeared in his eyes.
Zhao Hu's eyes also changed.
Looking at the boy rolling on the ground, crying and screaming in pain, the last trace of doubt in his heart vanished completely.
That's it?
Is this all the cowardly behavior you've got?
Ghost Assassin?
If I ever doubt him again, I'm a complete idiot!
On the contrary, Mu Wanqing turned around and glanced at this farce.
In his icy blue eyes, the deep confusion almost solidified.
What is this man up to now?
Are you out of your mind?!