Chapter 374: Wanting to Step Over an Ant Without Crushing It

A sinuous, slender tongue extended eerily like a venomous snake, its wet surface sliding across the window glass, leaving behind a sticky trail of moisture.

The fluorescent patterns on the tongue coating flickered bright and dim, like the breathing rhythm of some unknown creature.

That tongue roamed along the aluminum alloy frame of the window edge, the metal surface trembling faintly, emitting an extremely soft "buzzing" sound.

The handle inside the window seemed to be pulled by invisible threads, turning half an arc silently and soundlessly.

Click—

"Not like it? Not like what?"

Zhao Xing's pupils abruptly contracted to the size of a needle tip, instinctively retreating half a step backward, the blood throughout his body seeming to boil, surging and roaring in his blood vessels.

The muscles of his right arm knotted, blue veins bulging, swinging round like a hammer, carrying a whistling wind sound as it smashed toward the bald-faced, black-toothed man before him.

Cape Hammer Ape Power shake!

In his shock, this swing condensed all of Zhao Xing's Qi and Blood power, holding nothing back, opening straight with his strongest killer move.

Where the swing passed, the air was squeezed into ripples visible to the naked eye.

A faint bronze glow rose on Zhao Xing's fist surface, the mark of having cultivated Cape Hammer Ape Power to great accomplishment.

The bald head still grinned, mouth full of black teeth unmoved, his body leaning backward in a way that defied physical laws, like a paper scrap blown by the wind.

"Boom!"

The fist wind grazed past the bald nose tip and slammed down heavily.

This miss caused the computer screen on the table to shake violently, the monitor base emitting a strained "creak," as if it would be crushed into slag by this violent force the next second.

Just at this critical moment, a faint sigh rang out in the darkness:

"Told you to go light, how come you can't understand human speech?"

Beneath a sloppy old man's shirt, a palm lightly caught Zhao Xing's fist.

That palm held loosely, with little strength, slack like an old man's withered relaxed tendons.

"Courting death!"

Zhao Xing's eyes flared with sharp light, fist power gushing out.

He could already imagine the miserable sight of this flesh palm being smashed into meat paste.

However, the next instant, his expression froze.

That palm did not move a thread, as if a towering immovable Five Finger Mountain.

Even more bizarre, Zhao Xing felt the violent power condensed on his fist being devoured by some invisible force, like a punch struck into a bottomless mud pit.

"This—" Zhao Xing's face revealed a look of shock.

Before he could react, a Yin-soft terrifying force rebounded back from that palm.

That power was not fierce and overbearing like his fist power, but endless like a tide, carrying a spine-chilling sticky sensation.

Zhao Xing saw with his own eyes a layer of bizarre ripples rise on his fist skin surface, flesh undulating in rising and falling ripples, forming uneven wrinkles one after another.

"Ah!"

Intense pain made Zhao Xing unable to suppress a low roar.

That power spread upward along his arm, wherever it passed, wrinkles like continuous waves, along the hand back, forearm, upper arm... spreading all the way.

His arm began to tremble uncontrollably, capillaries on the skin surface emerging hideously with a faint cyan-black color.

Even more terrifying, that power showed no sign of stopping, still heading straight for his skull.

Zhao Xing's temples began throbbing violently, eardrums transmitting bursts of stabbing pain, as if a blender was stirring inside his skull, the next second, fresh scorching hot brain matter would lift the "pot lid" and come out.

"Captain, go lighter, can't eat brain matter today ah."

Outside the window, the red-clothed spider climbed in along the window, its body pressing close from behind to embrace Zhao Xing.

Zhao Xing instantly felt the terrifying vibration seem to find a vent, guided away by the concave-convex delicate body behind him.

"Saved!"

Zhao Xing's head was dizzy, always feeling something wasn't quite right,

"Wait, behind, where did a woman come from?"

Zhao Xing's brain matter dizzy, then felt abnormally soft limbs entwine around him, sensation icy cold and slippery.

His eyeballs turned, peripheral vision catching a pair of arms pale to near transparency slowly climbing onto his shoulders, those arms slender, fingernails painted blood-red rouge.

Should have been a charming alluring scene, but Zhao Xing's heart sank to the valley bottom, because the rescued computer screen reflected a horrifying scene:

The woman's arm joints were twisting at impossible angles, winding circle by circle around his own arm, like two twisted doughnuts.

"What ghost thing is this?" Zhao Xing's scalp went numb to the point of splitting.

He felt those arms tightening, strength astonishingly great.

Even more terrifying, his thighs were also entangled by something — the red-clothed woman's legs, pale without a trace of blood color, cyan-black blood vessels faintly visible under the skin.

In the computer screen reflection, he looked like he was entwined by four white water snakes.

Zhao Xing felt a chill rush straight up from his soles.

He tried to struggle, but discovered those entwining limbs only tightened further. The red-clothed woman's arms seemed boneless, able to bend and deform at will, firmly imprisoning him.

Even more even more horrifying, he felt something icy cold traveling along his skin — a bizarre tongue.

It extended from the red-clothed woman's mouth, wetly winding around Zhao Xing's neck, leaving a sticky trail of moisture.

That tongue coating trembled bizarrely, as if greeting Zhao Xing:

"Captain told you to go light for your own good, after all, wanting to step over an ant without crushing it, the force is very hard to control."

The bald man withdrew his palm, circled around Zhao Xing, set up the fallen chair on the ground and righted it, then slowly sat on the chair.

Zhao Xing's four limbs moved mechanically like a marionette, toes dragging wet marks on the floor, he watched in horror as his own hand pulled open the window.

Zhao Xing didn't know what the woman controlling him ultimately wanted to do, but he had an extremely strong ominous premonition, he roared in horror:

"Who exactly are you, what exactly do you want to do to me?"

The red dragonfly slowly tightened its tongue, controlling Zhao Xing bit by bit to extend his head out the window, whispering softly:

"Someone bought your life, we're responsible for collecting the goods. The trouble is, he hopes you die in an accident, but it'll be over soon too. Don't make noise, it's coming!"

Zhao Xing's head along with his neck extended out the window, the eleventh-floor height making ground vehicles shrink to beetle size.

He stared with wide eyes, dead fixed on the ground, a torrential downpour suddenly striking, icy rain like countless needle tips hitting his face, making his whole body break out in goosebumps.

He stared with wide eyes, dead fixed on the ground, heart nearly jumping out of his chest.

Suffocating fear surged like a tide; he seemed to understand the woman's explanation, yet also not fully understand.

He wanted to shout loudly, wanted to resist, but from his throat came only a low whimper, voice hoarse and blurred, as if trapped in the wind-and-rain curtain:

"Coming, what's coming?"

(End of Chapter)