Une relation tragique

Chapitre 50

Lin Feng ignored the two and asked the sharp-tongued man, "How is it? How does it feel?"

When Qiqi heard Lin Feng's question, she looked at Zuijian to see how he would answer. Zuijian looked a little nervous and said, "There's a strong smell of blood in the house, but I don't know what kind of blood it is!"

It turned out that Wang Qilin had marinated the meat with a lot of seasonings, which is why his sharp palate couldn't smell it at first. Lin Feng laughed and said, "He's stir-frying the meat over there; if there's a bloody smell, it must be from the meat!"

The sharp-tongued man said, "It's not pork, nor beef or mutton, and it's definitely not chicken!"

"What kind of meat is that?!" Lin Feng was stunned.

As the group was talking in hushed tones, Wang Qilin brought out dish after dish, saying, "Everyone, come and have a taste. This is venison that my friend hunted!" Dishes like stir-fried venison, stewed venison ribs, and braised venison leg all looked incredibly tempting, and the aroma seemed to travel straight to the pituitary gland through the nose.

Wang Qilin's words dispelled all the doubts that had been lingering in everyone's minds. They all picked up their chopsticks and began to feast on the delicious food.

After eating a piece of meat, Qiqi immediately stopped eating with her chopsticks, and Zuijian stopped after a few bites as well. Lin Feng and Xiao Jiejie were still oblivious, eating with great enthusiasm. Xiaoxue, who didn't need to eat, was drinking tea. Li Mingsheng ate incredibly fast, saying between bites, "It tastes really good, mmm, it tastes great!"

Seeing that Qiqi and Zuijian had stopped eating, Lin Feng said to them, "Why aren't you eating anymore? It tastes pretty good!"

Qiqi and Zuijian stared at Wang Qilin without saying a word, while Lin Feng and Xiao Jiejie finally realized something was wrong. They looked up at Wang Qilin, who was chuckling coldly, and said, "How is it? Tastes good, right!"

"What kind of meat are you feeding us? This isn't venison!" she snapped.

Wang Qilin didn't answer the two of them, but said, "Oh right, there's another pot of soup. Wait a minute, I'll go get it!" He stood up and went into the kitchen, bringing out a pot of soup and saying, "Here, here, here, drink it while it's hot, it's very nourishing!"

He lifted the pot lid and said, "Please, everyone, don't be shy, please."

Once the steam from the soup had dissipated, Xiao Jie peeked out and immediately rushed to the toilet to vomit. Lin Feng and Li Mingsheng, on the other hand, vomited all over the table. Floating on top of the soup were several fingers, some already mushy, but with their fingernails still attached. Lin Feng and Xiao Jie were filled with utter despair; it was clear that the other meat wasn't venison at all, but human flesh.

Wang Qilin picked up a finger with his chopsticks, put it in his mouth and ate it, making a "crunch, crunch" sound as he bit into the bone. He seemed to be enjoying it immensely, saying, "It tastes really good. Don't you want some? This is my son's meat, I made it myself. You don't get to eat this often!"

Lin Feng vomited up bile and was still vomiting. He almost fainted after hearing Wang Qilin's words.

Qiqi and Zuijian sat there unharmed. Zuijian asked, "Who are you? What do you want?"

Wang Qilin clapped his hands, wiped his hands clean with a napkin, and said, "I don't want anything, I just want you to be my meal too, you know? The combined spiritual power of the four of you is stronger than that of a thousand ordinary people."

Kiki smiled elegantly and said, "That's all?"

Wang Qilin slapped his forehead and said, "Oh right, there's something else I almost forgot. You destroyed my 'Gathering Yin Aperture,' making my nearly ten years of hard work go to waste! For that alone, you deserve to die!"

Kiki said with an "Oh?" and then asked, "So who exactly are you?"

"He is the 'Successor,' the immortal king of the world!" a voice rang out from outside the window.

Wang Qilin said, "Come in, it's cold outside, and you can also get to know your friends!"

The man went around to the front door, pushed it open, and came in. Zui Jian and Lin Feng exclaimed together, "So it's you?"

The man who arrived was Feng Xing. He walked to the table, picked up a piece of meat, put it in his mouth, and said, "Of course it's me! Who else do you think it is!"

Although Li Mingsheng's stomach was still churning, he had stopped vomiting. Xiaoxue, knowing that Wang Qilin was in danger, went to the bathroom to take care of Xiao Jiejie, who was vomiting profusely.

With a sharp look in his eyes, he glanced at Wang Qilin and then at Feng Xing, saying, "So you're all in cahoots!"

While eating meat, Wang Qilin said, "Do you know 'Heavenly Ghost'? He is 'Heavenly Ghost,' and I am its inheritor!"

He said shrewishly, "I don't know anything about 'Heavenly Ghosts,' I only know that if you try to eat us today, you'll probably choke!" Before he could even finish speaking, he was already in front of Wang Qilin, but before he could make a move, the ground beneath his feet suddenly sank. The entire living room, including the table, sank in. Xiao Jiejie and Xiao Xue, who had just come out, fell in along with Lin Feng and the others.

It turned out that there was a trap installed under the entire living room. Amidst Wang Qilin and Feng Xing's loud laughter, the six of them fell down together.

Volume 3, Ghostly Chapter 58: The Inheritor (5)

The six people fell one after another, and the floor above suddenly closed up again, plunging them into darkness. Lin Feng hit the ground first, yelling as he swallowed a mouthful of water; it turned out there was more than two feet of water below. He heard continuous "splash, splash" sounds around him, knowing that everyone else had fallen.

He called out, "Little Jie Jie!" In the darkness, he heard Little Jie Jie reply, "I'm here!"

Lin Feng, feeling his way through the darkness, waded through the water and followed the sound, asking, "Are you alright?"

“I’m fine! You’re there!” Xiao Jie said.

"Alright, stop shouting. Everyone, stretch out your hands, walk forward, touch the wall, and follow it!" Li Mingsheng spoke in the darkness. His method was undoubtedly the best one at the moment.

After everyone did as he said, they quickly gathered together again. Once calmed down, Lin Feng smelled blood in his nose and a salty, metallic taste in his mouth. He also felt a sticky residue on his hands. He realized what the so-called "water" was—it was actually a large pool of blood.

Everyone was leaning against the wall, panting. Lin Feng said, "There's a pool of blood in there. We probably can't get out. Let's count and see if we have enough people!"

After saying that, he first shouted "One!", then "2!", "3!", and so on, until he reached 6. He let out a long sigh of relief and was just about to say, "Looks like everyone's alright!" when he suddenly heard someone say, "7!"

Lin Feng was startled. A "7" suddenly appeared, and the voice was unfamiliar; it definitely wasn't one of his own. Just as he was at a loss, he suddenly felt a gust of wind rush towards him, and a heavy punch landed squarely on his stomach. Lin Feng couldn't help but cry out in pain and doubled over. Then he heard several cries of pain: "Ouch!" "Mommy!" "It hurts!" followed by a series of "plop!" sounds as he fell into the pool of blood.

In an instant, the darkness fell into utter silence, and Lin Feng held back his breath. After a while, a boastful voice burst into laughter, the sound in the small space making Lin Feng's eardrums ache. But he knew that only by feigning unconsciousness could he still have a chance to escape. He guessed that Xiao Xue, Qi Qi, and Zui Jian were also feigning unconsciousness. Li Mingsheng was probably afraid of being beaten if he made a sound, so he was also pretending to be unconscious.

The man seemed unaffected by the darkness, walking around inside. He came over and kicked Lin Feng, and seeing no reaction, he snorted coldly, "So you're all just a bunch of weaklings, you took them down in no time!"

Just then, a creaking sound came from above, and the floorboards opened again. Wang Qilin called out from above, "All done? So fast. Looks like these guys have plenty of spiritual energy, but they don't know how to use it."

Feng Xing, standing below, said, "Solved! They're all a bunch of idiots!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a figure suddenly rushed out, leaping onto the water in the blink of an eye. Another figure also jumped up, delivering a punch to his face, sending Feng Xing spinning backward and landing hard on his backside in the water.

It's also his fault for usually killing people so easily; he never expected that these people here would be such extraordinary individuals. The weakest is Lin Feng; perhaps he could handle Lin Feng, but the others are no pushovers. Moreover, Lin Feng's spirit sword hasn't even appeared yet; if it does, it will surely surprise him so much his jaw will drop.

The one who jumped up was Zuijian, while the one who launched the sneak attack from below was Qiqi. After successfully landing a blow, Qiqi grabbed Xiaojie and Li Mingsheng from the ground and jumped up, while Xiaoxue pulled Lin Feng up.

As soon as they arrived, they pounced on Wang Qilin like dragons breaking free of their golden chains or tigers smashing their cages. Only Xiaoxue was taking care of the unconscious Xiaojie. No wonder Xiaojie hadn't screamed earlier; she had fainted from fright.

When Li Mingsheng rushed over, Wang Qilin was already pinned to the ground and being devoured by Zuijian. Startled, Li Mingsheng slammed on the brakes, nearly tripping. Although he knew Zuijian was a zombie, he had never seen a zombie go berserk before.

Caught off guard, Wang Qilin was pinned to the ground by the suddenly appearing beak. Before he could react, the beak bit his throat. Blood gushed from his neck like a fountain, spraying all over the beak's head and face. In shock, Wang Qilin frantically tried to push the beak away, but it was in a frenzy and he couldn't budge it.

Qiqi's spirit sword and Lin Feng's spirit sword also swung towards Wang Qilin, but unexpectedly, Feng Xing suddenly appeared from behind. Feng Xing was planning a sneak attack from behind; he knew Qiqi was powerful and a sneak attack might not succeed, so he chose to target the weaker target. He kicked Lin Feng in the back, and Lin Feng, unable to stop in time, fell onto Wang Qilin. By sheer coincidence, he kissed Wang Qilin on the lips. Qiqi didn't care about anything else and quickly pulled Lin Feng up. She knew Wang Qilin was a man-eater; if he bit off Lin Feng's lips, who would Xiao Jie Jie kiss afterward?

After being pulled away by Qiqi, Lin Feng was furious. Turning around, he saw Qiqi and Feng Xing fighting. Xiaoxue was taking care of the unconscious Xiao Jie Jie to prevent the two from hurting her in a fit of rage.

Lin Feng brandished his spirit sword and charged forward, joining forces with Qi Qi to attack Feng Xing. Feng Xing panicked immediately; he couldn't even handle one Qi Qi, let alone two, and was quickly overwhelmed. Meanwhile, Zui Jian was also in a frenzy, biting Wang Qi Lin until blood splattered everywhere, and his internal organs spilled onto the ground.

Li Mingsheng stood there dumbfounded, muttering to himself. Even with all his past experiences, he'd never seen anything like this before. He and Xiao Jie were the only two normal people in the room. Only now did he realize how fortunate Xiao Jie was to have fainted, spared from witnessing such a horrific scene.

Seeing that he was about to collapse, Feng Xing suddenly disregarded his own safety and lunged at Wang Qilin, violently ripping open his mouth. Wang Qilin's neck was broken, and his internal organs were scattered everywhere, but he was still alive. Meanwhile, Qi Qi and Lin Feng's spirit swords pierced into Feng Xing's back. Feng Xing cried out, but a smile remained on his face.

Everyone looked at Feng Xing in confusion. Wang Qilin grabbed Feng Xing and bit down on his neck. Feng Xing's body deflated rapidly, like a punctured balloon. In the blink of an eye, Feng Xing was tossed aside by Wang Qilin like a boneless dead fish. Wang Qilin's face turned crimson, his body still bearing wounds, but he looked incredibly ferocious. He stood up and walked towards the group.

Lin Feng said to Xiaoxue in a deep voice, "Xiaoxue, you take Li Mingsheng and Jiejie and leave first. It's dangerous here!"

Xiaoxue responded, hugged Xiaojie, kicked Li Mingsheng, and said, "Hurry up and go!"

Li Mingsheng then followed Xiaoxue outside. Wang Qilin only glanced at Xiaoxue as she ran out, without stopping her, but stared at the three people in front of him with reddened eyes.

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A cold glint flashed in Wang Qilin's eyes as he first looked at Zuijian, the one who had given him so much suffering. Indeed, Zuijian was a bit deranged; in the previous attack, Wang Qilin had ripped him open, almost scooping out his entire stomach. One of his arms was twisted behind his back, bent at an odd angle. His throat was a bloody mess, with a section of his trachea torn out, and the blood from his carotid artery had almost completely drained, with only small spurts of blood occasionally gushing out. His face was almost bruised and mangled, his nose nearly twisted to his ear. Yet, his eyes still gleamed with an almost crazed light; no one doubted his ability to kill with a single blow.

If Feng Xing were to die, he would also die, but he transferred all of Feng Xing's dying spiritual energy into himself and then absorbed and assimilated it. This made him more than twice as strong; he was far more adept at using his power than "Heavenly Ghost," and the same power unleashed on him would be far stronger than Feng Xing's. However, the price was high: after absorbing "Heavenly Ghost," the inheritor would die within twenty-four hours. They had been truly driven to a dead end; otherwise, they wouldn't have resorted to this suicidal tactic, attempting to kill all three in one fell swoop.

Lin Feng and the others all felt the immense pressure emanating from Wang Qilin; a dangerous aura was palpable.

Neither the pure zombie Zuijian nor the devil's descendant Qiqi were of course of any fear, but Lin Feng, though possessing considerable spiritual power, was still physically fragile. Fortunately, Wang Qilin had been enraged by Zuijian's earlier attack and now only had eyes for Zuijian.

The proud zombie with the pointed beak couldn't stand Wang Qilin's provocation. Without a word, it pushed its body to the limit and charged forward. Qiqi followed suit, and the two attacked together. Lin Feng was practically blinded by the sight, let alone able to intervene.

Two shadows, each enveloping a red figure, were locked in a fierce battle, creating gusts of wind that seemed to whip up the house. Moments later, with two loud thuds, the two figures flew out, crashing into the wall before falling to the ground.

Wang Qilin was still standing there, steady, but one of his arms had been twisted off, revealing the white bone fragments, as well as some long and short veins, blood vessels, and flesh.

Qiqi, who had just gotten up from the ground, dropped the arm she was holding and stood unsteadily. Zuijian also seemed to struggle to stand, indicating that Wang Qilin's abilities had greatly increased after absorbing the "Heavenly Demon." Despite losing an arm in the combined attack of Qiqi and Zuijian, he appeared to be seriously injured.

Lin Feng gritted his teeth and charged forward. Although his spiritual power was strong, even surpassing Qi Qi's, his speed was nowhere near Wang Qilin's. Seeing Lin Feng charging towards him, Qi Qi shouted, "No!" But it was too late. Wang Qilin kicked out, striking Lin Feng squarely in the chest. Lin Feng, weighing over a hundred pounds, was sent flying like a kite with a broken string.

But to everyone's astonishment, Wang Qilin, who had just survived the attacks from Qiqi and Zuijian, suddenly collapsed.

Lin Feng struggled to his feet, saying, "Do you think I'm an idiot?" He then pulled open the back of his shirt, revealing a yellow talisman. It turned out that while Qiqi and Zuijian were harassing Wang Qilin, he had been plotting this. His speed and strength were inferior, so his only option was to use himself as cannon fodder. He was lucky; if Wang Qilin had grabbed his head, he certainly wouldn't have been able to dodge. However, he considered that Wang Qilin had just lost an arm and only had one hand. If he attacked with his hand, this would be the perfect opportunity for Qiqi and Zuijian to strike. If they used their feet, their first choice would be a kick to the chest.

Wang Qilin struggled to his feet, looking somewhat strained. In just a few minutes, everyone present was injured. Lin Feng was the most seriously injured; after swaying a few times, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Wang Qilin's legs were still immobile for a while, but Qiqi and Zuijian had recovered and rushed forward again. Little did they know that they had fallen right into Wang Qilin's trap. Both of them were seriously injured, so their speed was naturally much slower than before. Before they even reached Wang Qilin, they felt an eerie light in his eyes. They both froze, and immediately felt their limbs become unresponsive.

The two were shocked. Qiqi's hand, completely out of her control, lunged towards Zuijian's neck. Zuijian's hand, in turn, attacked Qiqi. The two tried to change the direction of their attacks, but it was all in vain.

When Qiqi grabbed Zuijian's neck, Zuijian's hand also gripped Qiqi's neck. Lin Feng was shocked. He wasn't worried that the two of them would strangle each other to death; they could go a year without breathing without any problem. But he was worried that they would twist each other's necks off. If that happened, even a monster like Qiqi Zuijian would surely die.

After Wang Qilin successfully executed the "Soul Control Technique," he felt greatly relieved. Although it had consumed most of his spiritual energy, without those two people, dealing with Lin Feng would be a piece of cake.

Before Wang Qilin could rush over, Lin Feng had already charged forward, his red "Crimson Fire" sword slashing towards Wang Qilin's head like a divine dragon.

Wang Qilin roared, "You're asking for death!" His arm shot out, grabbing Lin Feng by the neck. Although Lin Feng's neck was restrained, the "Crimson Flame" in his hand didn't slow down, slashing down towards Wang Qilin's head. Wang Qilin jerked and threw Lin Feng away, but was still struck by the "Crimson Flame." He used his remaining hand to touch the spot on his head where the "Crimson Flame" had struck, then glared fiercely at Lin Feng, who lay on the ground unable to get up.

He walked up to Qiqi and Zuijian, stepped on Zuijian's leg, and with a "crack," broke Zuijian's leg bone. Zuijian's neck was grabbed by Qiqi, and he could only let out a hoarse "Ah." Wang Qilin laughed loudly and then broke Qiqi's leg as well.

Lin Feng tried to stand up, but after several attempts he couldn't, and could only lie on the ground watching Wang Qilin continue to torture his friend.

Wang Qilin raised his foot again, this time aiming it at the tip of the mouth's head. With this strike, the tip of the mouth's head would surely be crushed like a rotten watermelon.

In his panic, Lin Feng suddenly felt a surge of power within him and lunged forward, grabbing Wang Qilin by the neck from behind.

Wang Qilin suddenly swung his body, trying to throw Lin Feng off. But Lin Feng was already frantic, using all his strength to hold on tightly. Wang Qilin grabbed Lin Feng's arm with one hand and pulled hard, causing Lin Feng to scream in pain as his arm was almost broken by Wang Qilin's strange strength.

He knew that once he was dealt with, Wang Qilin would immediately go after Qiqi and Zuijian, and then everyone would die.

Lin Feng shouted to Qiqi, "Qiqi, please apologize to Xiaojie for me!"

Hearing Lin Feng say this, Qiqi and Zuijian, though unsure of his intentions, knew it was definitely not good. However, with their necks being choked, they couldn't make a sound. They could only anxiously watch, unable to help.

Volume 3, Ghostly Chapter 60: The Inheritor (7) - The Finale

Lin Feng tightly gripped Wang Qilin's neck, chanting a spell loudly. Knowing Lin Feng was desperate, Wang Qilin tightened his grip, and with a "crack," one of Lin Feng's arms was snapped off.

But Lin Feng knew he couldn't stop chanting now, so he didn't utter a sound and continued chanting. Wang Qilin grabbed Lin Feng's other hand, about to exert force, when Lin Feng stopped chanting, bit his tongue, and let out a thunderous shout, "Break!"

A faint red light flowed across Lin Feng's entire body, with red light emanating from all seven orifices of his face. The hand that Wang Qilin was holding also became incredibly hot, so hot that he could barely hold on.

Wang Qilin was extremely anxious, knowing that Lin Feng's desperate act was no small matter. A large amount of spiritual energy surged out of Lin Feng's body like a storm, causing the tables in the room to move and other furniture to clang loudly. Countless papers flew all over the room.

The red light emanating from Lin Feng's body grew increasingly intense, finally exploding with a loud "boom." The dazzling red light instantly engulfed Wang Qilin's body. Qiqi and Zuijian, having completely absorbed Wang Qilin with Lin Feng's final "Spiritual Body Break," finally released their grip on each other, thus avoiding the fate of having their necks twisted off. The two tried to help, but the surge of spiritual energy prevented them from getting close.

Amidst the fierce spiritual energy emanating from Lin Feng, Wang Qilin let out a desperate roar. His body began to shatter like a broken vase, gradually disappearing into the frenzied spiritual energy emitted by Lin Feng. Lin Feng had already closed his eyes, his hand still tightly gripping Wang Qilin's neck, his fate unknown.

After Lin Feng fell to the ground with a thud, Wang Qilin had vanished without a trace. Qiqi and Zuijian rushed to Lin Feng's side, shaking him vigorously and calling out in hoarse voices, "Lin Feng, wake up! Wake up!"

Just then, Li Mingsheng, Xiao Jiejie, and Xiao Xue rushed in; they hadn't actually gone far at all. When Xiao Jiejie slowly woke up, she saw a fierce red light bursting from the house. For a fleeting moment, Lin Feng's perpetually lazy, smug smile seemed to flash through her mind, and an ominous premonition arose. Ignoring Xiao Xue and Li Mingsheng's attempts to stop her, she rushed in as fast as she could.

Just then, she saw Lin Feng lying on the ground, his condition unclear, while Qiqi and Zuijian were holding his body and screaming in panic. Xiao Jie felt a wave of dizziness and almost fainted. She rushed to Lin Feng, hugged him tightly, wiped the blood flowing from his mouth, and said, "Wake up! Don't leave me! You promised me you'd always be with me! Please don't die! Lin Feng, don't die!"

The sharp wail of sirens came from outside the door; it was the police and ambulance arriving after Li Mingsheng had called the police. Li Mingsheng checked Lin Feng's heartbeat and breathing, saying, "He's still breathing. Don't move him, wait for the paramedics!"

Soon, paramedics arrived, immediately lifted Lin Feng onto a stretcher, put him in an ambulance, and sped towards the hospital.

When everyone arrived at the hospital, Lin Feng was already lying in the emergency room. They waited for a full two hours before the doctors and nurses came out, looking exhausted.

Little Jie Jie rushed up and grabbed the doctor, saying, "Doctor!"