Chapter 142: Brutal, Helpless, Illusion

He tucked the quilt in for Emma.

Louis changed into a black hoodie, concealing his figure, especially covering those brilliant eyes, so as to reduce his strong presence.

However, this action, although effective, didn't seem perfect.

When Louis got into the car, he discovered that Lunca and the driver were both frequently staring at him.

"Watch the road."

Louis reminded them calmly, then closed his eyes directly.

The driver hurriedly turned his head back, feeling puzzled in his heart about what was wrong with him today; he always felt the Young Master was looking at him.

Louis knew very well what the situation was now.

This was because he had just broken through, and the overflowing spirit was difficult to control precisely, leading to a change in aura. Of course, scientifically speaking, the spiritual magnetic field had undergone a transformation, becoming exceptionally prominent in a stable ordinary magnetic field, naturally making it easier to receive attention from others.

Once the spirit stabilized, this situation wouldn't occur.

Now, let's feel the spiritual power carefully first.

Louis focused his mind, only feeling as if he had grown some senses and tentacles, able to perceive the environment within five meters nearby, and could also touch and move some objects, though they couldn't be too heavy.

It didn't look like much, but in reality, this was because the physical body blocked the spread of spiritual power to a certain extent. If the Yin Spirit exited the body, the perception range and object-manipulation weight should be able to be improved to a certain extent.

The vehicle drove fast on the road, but the things in the car rose and fell, flying, rotating, rising, and falling in the air, which made Lunca stare with wide eyes. Americans found it hard to resist this kind of thing.

Superhero-type movies had already appeared at this time, and their influence wasn't small. Although they hadn't yet reached the point of being deeply embedded in popular culture like after the millennium, they clearly already had a deep influence on the young people of America at this time.

Therefore, seeing Louis's operation, it was hard not to associate it with superpowers.

Although Lunca knew the inside story—that Louis's ability wasn't a superpower, but a technique obtained through learning and cultivation—to a certain extent, it was still equated with superpowers.

"Young Master, we're here."

Because it was in the next block, although this apartment building was relatively remote, the distance was limited, so they arrived very quickly.

Louis opened his eyes, and white light flashed by in them. The world in front of him also changed.

Spiritual Eye Art, penetrating Yin and Yang, penetrating reality.

Louis saw it.

He saw that in this apartment building, there was something exuding inexplicable power. The nature of this power presented as half black and half white. Although it only shrouded this apartment, its power wasn't weak, it just hadn't spread.

This thing was on the top floor.

"Strange thing. Looks like I have to be a bit cautious."

Louis got out of the car, his heart stirred, and the trunk opened. The workhorse Gu Yi appeared again, holding a fire axe and walking toward the apartment.

Louis followed slowly behind, his magic power circulating in his body so he could act at any time.

As soon as he entered the apartment, Louis saw an old lady watching TV in a room. However, the other party seemed to be a bit deaf, and the TV volume was turned up very high.

After staring for a few moments, Louis followed Gu Yi and walked upstairs.

*Creak, creak—*

It seemed to have been around for some years; the stairs made a tooth-aching creaking sound every step Gu Yi took.

Of course, it was also possible that Gu Yi was too heavy.

At this time, a life-and-death battle was taking place on the top floor.

*Bang! *

The baseball bat struck the woman's head directly, and a large amount of blood sprayed out like a water gun, but the woman acted as if nothing had happened, clutching Maria's foot tightly.

She even leaned over and bit down hard.

Maria, no, she should be called Alan now. Alan's cheek twitched, but she didn't let out a sound, instead laughing *hehe*, her laughter sharp and frantic.

Her eyes were full of bloodshot veins, and the baseball bat in her hand swung faster and faster.

Left! Right! Left! Right!

*Bang, bang, bang!!! *

Over a dozen heavy strikes in a row.

Cracking the skull, splashing out brain matter, smashing the ears to pulp, the woman let out a hysterical, painful wail.

But that arm still bolted onto Alan's leg like iron, making every step she took exceptionally difficult.

The next second.

In Alan's hateful gaze, her injuries began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye. The ears recovered to be round and complete, the brain matter became moist, the skull began to heal, the broken leg also began to heal, and the scalp and hair began to grow...

Amber's consciousness also recovered. She looked at this terrifying woman who had almost beaten her to death several times, revealing a miserable smile. "You can't get past."

Alan took a deep breath. She originally didn't want to go to that extent, but now it seemed she had no choice.

Bitch! Fast recovery, right?

Then what if I dismember you?

Although this would take more time, she had no choice now. If she didn't deal with this guy, she couldn't get to that room at all.

Damn it!

In this way, Maria's task would likely fail. By then, she would definitely be complained about, or even mocked by that guy!

Bitch! It's all your fault!

Alan's eyes became even more terrifying.

Amber, lying on the ground, was completely unafraid. This woman was indeed terrifying. Just now, fighting with her, she was completely at a disadvantage, and was even had her neck twisted by the other party several times, feeling the pain of approaching death, but in the end, she still recovered under the protection of the god.

As long as Carrie hadn't been swallowed, she would never die at the hands of this woman.

Because she knew very well that the god protecting her so frequently was to let her drag this woman down. Looking at it this way, Carrie must be very important to the god, otherwise, the god couldn't have protected her so much.

It would only be like killing the previous servants, changing servants without any protection.

But she didn't care. As long as she swallowed Carrie and swallowed four more people, her cousin could be resurrected! Even as long as she swallowed Carrie, the Moth God might directly resurrect her cousin!

So, no matter what, she couldn't let her pass!

Amber gritted her teeth and exerted force, tearing a piece of flesh from Maria's leg, her mouth full of blood, and at the same time took the opportunity to use her recovered leg to exert force, wanting to push Maria directly downstairs. She wouldn't die with the god's protection, but Maria might not!

But Alan's killing techniques had improved by leaps and bounds now. Where could she not see her idea? She forcibly endured the severe pain in her leg and kicked Amber's eyeball until it exploded.

*Plop! *

The liquid in the eyeball splashed.

"Ahhh!!!!"

Alan looked at the arm that was still clutching her leg and went crazy, swinging at the neck. One bat! Two bats! Three bats!

"Ha~ ha~ ha~"

The whole person was panting, looking at Amber who couldn't be dismembered and recovered quickly. Alan was completely speechless.

She felt she was already ruthless enough, but encountering such an unreasonable supernatural monster, she was still too powerless.

Damn it!

Why was it me who had to deal with this kind of monster?

Where the hell did that guy Louis die?!

"Excellent recovery. Where did this monster come from?"

A voice sounded. Louis had followed Gu Yi to the top floor, looking at Amber in front of him.

Amber looked at Louis and Gu Yi, fear appearing on her face. She took the initiative to let go and wanted to stand up to block them.

"Gu Yi, suck her dry."

*Boom! *

Gu Yi instantly pressed Amber down, its sharp fangs easily piercing the delicate skin, sucking large mouthfuls of fresh, hot, sweet blood.

"Let's go, Alan. Where are Madison and the others?"

Louis looked at Alan. With his current eyesight, he naturally recognized who the Maria in front of him was.

"This way." Alan didn't have the slightest appearance of the belly-aching she had just now in front of Louis, not daring to say another word.

*Bang! *

Amber's room was opened, and the two went straight into the inner room.

But opening the inner room, the scene inside was shocking.

Carrie, in a daze, felt as if she was lying on some hard wooden board, which was a bit uncomfortable, but under the influence of inexplicable power, she soon felt a sense of comfort.

And, in a trance, she seemed to dream of her mother.

That was a different mother.

Kind, gentle, considerate, intimate.

She was exactly the same as the mother in her fantasies!

A new life, from childhood to elementary school, from student days to adulthood, from adulthood to marriage, unfolded before her eyes like a dream.

Making her feel as if she were there. No, this was her life!

"Good child, you must be tired, right? Come, come to Mom, Mom will tell you the story of Cinderella."

"You bad children, get out! Come Carrie, Mom will protect you. Remember to tell Mom when you encounter things."

"Believe in religion? Why believe in religion? Child, do whatever you want, Mom supports you, because I believe in my child."

"Carrie, who is this? Louis? Your boyfriend? That's great."

"Haha, Carrie, look at your daughter, so beautiful, she looks so much like you."

"Carrie, walk slowly, Mom can't keep up with you."

"Cough... cough... Carrie... let Mom touch your face... that's good, still so young, Mom is old, sigh."

Looking at her aged mother, Carrie could no longer hold back her tears. "Mom, you're not old, you're not old, you've always been beautiful, you're the best mother."

'Margaret' lying on the hospital bed revealed a look of relief, her hands, rough from toil, gently stroking Carrie's face. "Carrie, Mom really can't bear to leave you."

"Mom, I can't bear to leave you either."

Carrie stopped crying and touched her mother's face.

"Carrie, come with Mom, Mom really can't let you go."

"Together? Together... go?"

Carrie's heart wavered.

She didn't want to leave, but she truly couldn't bear to leave her mother.

She was wavering, she was hesitating, she was struggling.

Her mother's hand, however, had already wrapped around her neck without her knowing, gradually beginning to exert force.

Carrie, however, was completely unaware. Her mind was full of those warm, nostalgic, and longed-for scenes.

"Mom, I..."

At this time, a series of blurry sounds rang in her ears. Someone seemed to be calling her?

"Carrie... Carrie..."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 143 =====