Chapter 75: 73. Didn't you say that you liked me very much? (Third update)

73. Didn't you say that you liked me very much? (Third update)

The difference between humans and animals is that humans can use fire, but the reason humans are animals is that both humans and animals fear flames.

When the dark green flames erupted in the center of the dungeon and burned fiercely, the rolling fire surged like a flood through the streets and alleys, swallowing and incinerating everything—the righteous and the sinful alike. Without distinguishing between good and evil, without distinguishing between right and wrong, it destroyed indiscriminately. All the monsters and humans running within the city felt a primitive fear; it was hidden deep in their genes, making all living things instinctively afraid.

Facing dozens of menacing maggot-men, the Mysterious Investigators, upon seeing that Bu Gaojun held a super-weapon capable of easily solving the problem at hand, did not hesitate at all. They agreed to use it immediately and, before Bu Gaojun threw the Lüyou Ranshaoping, they simultaneously turned and fled in tacit understanding.

Xin Junmao saw the Xuanmi Group suddenly take flight and run away; as he was not a complete fool, he naturally pulled up his legs and ran without hesitation. When he finally witnessed the power of that small green bottle, he finally knew just how great a human's potential could be.

He ran extremely fast; with his adrenaline surging, he even forgot his fatigue and steadily kept pace with the Snake Team twin brothers, until the shockwave of the explosion caught up to him and pushed him into a bungalow.

Xin Junmao, who had fallen into the house, did not lose consciousness. He watched the green high-temperature flames that had surged into the room gradually extinguish, only then climbing up from the ground and slowly looking out the window.

Bang! Bang! Bang! —

The sound of gunfire was still there; it seemed the green flames from just now had not killed all the maggot-men.

Xin Junmao rested quietly against a corner in the house, his heart beating violently, gasping for breath. Everything before his eyes was gradually turning dark, but his senses had not disappeared.

"Is it hypoglycemia?" Xin Junmao gave a bitter smile. He had barely slept these past few days, his nutritional intake was insufficient, and today he had run so desperately; his fragile body was rebelling against him.

"Xin Junmao! Xin Junmao!" Just as Xin Junmao closed his eyes to rest silently in place for a moment, he heard the pair of twin brothers who had saved him earlier calling out to him. The shock of the explosion just now had separated him from them both.

Xin Junmao had just opened his mouth to shout loudly and tell them his location, but he immediately heard a cry of alarm from the brothers, followed by a burst of screams and the sounds of hacking and slashing. The sounds gradually moved away and slowly faded, taking his voice along with them.

Xin Junmao quietly drew in his feet and curled up in the corner. His muscles were trembling uncontrollably, and the symptoms of hypoglycemia were still slightly worsening. Everything before his eyes was a vast darkness, and his hearing was gradually weakening; the sounds entering his ears were like ripples in water, circling round and round.

Reaching his hand into his pocket and grabbing the Comb, Xin Junmao finally felt a little peace of mind.

A series of "ticking" high-heeled footsteps came from far to near, entering through his ears and turning into a Hammer, heavily pounding against his overwhelmed heart.

She is nearby! She is nearby! She has come to find me!

"Hehe, why are you here?" A soft, gentle, and charming voice sounded, yet it was like a sharp sword piercing his brain, making Xin Junmao's brain feel as if it had died, stopping its operation for a few seconds.

Smooth, slippery skin touched Xin Junmao's cheek with a faint, orchid-like fragrance, making Xin Junmao recall the day he saw her at the Gymnasium; the other party was like she was imitating the him of that day.

She seemed to read his thoughts, or perhaps at this moment she resonated cleverly with him, a meeting of minds, and she smiled and said: "It seems like we are at the Gymnasium that day, only now there is no violin music, only noisy sounds."

"Gluttony... Daughter of Gluttony, you..." Xin Junmao had just opened his mouth to speak when he felt his lips being gently pinched by the other party's fingers as if they were a toy, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not open them, as if a layer of glue had stitched his mouth shut.

"How annoying, have you forgotten?" the woman in the cheongsam said coquettishly, "Didn't I say that you could call me Miss Zhao?"

Xin Junmao felt his left cheek being lightly grazed by a sharp blade tip. It was a bit cold, perhaps even a bit comfortable, but immediately it began to ache with a burning sensation, and the smell of blood blossomed on his face.

Temporarily having lost his vision, he did not know what Miss Zhao looked like right now. Although the other party was smiling, he felt her anger; she was like a woman in love who was furious at a beloved boy who always failed to remember his promises to her.

Whether it was misfortune or good fortune, his hypoglycemic symptoms were lifting. A little color other than black finally appeared in his field of vision, and his hearing was slowly trending toward normal.

"This Comb is really pretty, is it for me?" Miss Zhao's fingers wandered over his arm, one moment like sharp claws, the next like soft hands; Xin Junmao's skin was enjoying the tenderness of fear.

Xin Junmao could not speak, praying in his heart for the Comb to help him escape this predicament quickly.

The Comb seemed to sense his thoughts. The next second, Miss Zhao suddenly let out a scream and instantly moved away, and his tightly pinched mouth was finally released.

Xin Junmao's vision recovered by more than half. He was finally able to see some things clearly. He nervously wiped his burning cheek, smearing off a large patch of blood, and looked down at his arm, discovering that the arm just gently stroked by Miss Zhao was also covered in large and small knife wounds. Only then did he imagine what kind of danger he had just experienced.

Xin Junmao struggled to climb up from the ground, but his whole body was weak. He stumbled out the door and fell into the dust, but he ignored the pain of the wound contamination and crawled away in a random direction.

Crawling past several buildings, his senses had completely recovered, and he had regained some strength, barely able to stand up and continue walking.

While passing a place that was likely a kitchen for the Evolution Heaven organization, he saw two familiar, similar-looking faces lying quietly on a chopping board. The incomplete corpses were partially hanging in the kitchen's vegetable sink, some hanging from sharp iron hooks, and some had fallen into an iron pot.

Xin Junmao only took one look before hurriedly averting his gaze. He could not bear to look again, nor did he dare to. If these were monsters that even the powerful Mysterious Investigators could not defeat, what hope did he have to rely on?

There was no other way; he could only rely on himself.

Struggle, run; as long as he returned the way he came, he could get out, and then if he took his parents and fled this city, he should be safe.

Xin Junmao considered some unrealistic delusions as he continued to drag his frail body forward.

Gurgle, gurgle...

Xin Junmao seemed to hear the sound of water slowly emerging from the gaps in the sink behind him, but he did not look back, only silently quickening his pace.

Suddenly, his left foot felt as if it had been grabbed by a hand, and he fell to the ground due to a moment of carelessness. Only then did he have to look back.

Clusters of blood-like unknown substances and huge bubbles combined into a massive, amorphous tumor-like object. That tumor-like object faintly revealed a face he had seen before—the face of Miss Zhao.

"Didn't you say that you liked me very much?"