Chapter 438: That Man Called [Zheng Hang] Is Hiding In

Zuo Bai only now froze slightly, then let out a scoffing laugh and said:

"About to be eaten, yet still playing the fool, hehehehe——, the thinking of female creatures truly is a mystery science cannot decipher."

Zuo Bai is worthy of being a scientist; his words are truly rigorous — he's not even willing to call Feng Yuhuai a... wo·man!

Zuo Bai habitually pushed up his glasses frame and said faintly:

"Or perhaps, it's because you have several lovers, so you ask me which one?"

Feng Yuhuai's face turned completely green; in order to hear the answer, she endured it fiercely.

Seeing Feng Yuhuai remain silent, a look of sudden realization appeared on Zuo Bai's face.

He turned his head toward the Beautiful Spider and ordered indifferently: "Eat her, leave the head for me."

A trace of disappointment surfaced on Feng Yuhuai's face, a hint of unwillingness flashing in her eyes.

In the end, she still failed to learn her lover's name from the Mentor.

Feng Yuhuai's toes quietly turned sideways, her somewhat dimmed circle eyes rapidly scanning the surroundings, her gaze wandering among the intersecting Jing Dao Guan Kou.

She was choosing where to escape from.

"Eat——you——"

The Beautiful Spider let out a deafening roar, all twelve legs pushing off the ground simultaneously, its terrifying body leaping high, a huge shadow instantly enveloping Feng Yuhuai.

Even more hair-raising, from the Beautiful Spider's severed neck, a spine actually "swooshed" out, coated in silver mucus.

That mucus rapidly transformed, condensing into a cold silver eyeball, connected to the spine, looking just like a rearing cobra, locking onto Feng Yuhuai dead to rights.

The spine twisted slightly, emitting "click-click" sounds, as if ready to deliver the most fatal strike at any moment.

Along with the Beautiful Spider's roar, Zuo Bai's faint voice also rang out:

"Never mind, I'll tell you——the one I want to find is your boyfriend nicknamed 【Mask】, whose real name is Zheng Hang."

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly penetrated the roar, entering Feng Yuhuai's ears.

Hearing 【Mask】's real name, Feng Yuhuai was struck as if by lightning, her brain crashing for an instant.

"He seemed to have said——I belong to him!!"

Feng Yuhuai's face darkened to a gloomy black, her eyes brimming with eerie killing intent:

"So it's him spreading rumors about me outside, and the monster before me was also lured by him...... this damn bastard! If I see him again, I'll definitely......"

Her train of thought hadn't fully returned when the Beautiful Spider's offensive arrived.

Boom——!

A huge sound, the entire sewer trembled.

The sewer trembled, rubble and iron blocks scattering wildly, countless Red Threads torn apart.

Rubble and iron blocks flew everywhere, countless Red Threads torn to shreds in the impact, turning into bloody red fragments scattering in the air.

Feng Yuhuai couldn't dodge in time, her body blown away by the massive impact force, slamming heavily into the wall.

Her whole body was torn with over a dozen ghastly cracks, strands of Red Threads mixed with blood spraying everywhere.

She slid slowly down the pipe wall, her lower body already melting into Xian Sou, "drip drip" gathering and wriggling in the sewage.

Suddenly, a silver spine pierced through her chest like lightning, like a cold nail pinning her dead against the pipe wall, weird patterns wriggling on the silver spine.

"It's over, science wins!" Zuo Bai faintly delivered the final judgment.

At the same time, Dui completed rendezvous at the rusted pipe wellhead.

Their boot soles rolled over sticky moss, the turbid sewage stirring faint ripples, yet they made almost no sound at all.

"What's the situation?" Red Dragonfly licked her bewitching red lips and asked in a low voice.

Red Dragonfly habitually looked toward the Master of Ceremonies.

The Master of Ceremonies, however, stared at her with bloodshot eyes, glaring like she was a fool.

He coldly laughed:

"You ask me? You want me dead!"

Red Dragonfly laughed "haha", threw a flirtatious glance and laughed strangely:

"Fine, Master of Ceremonies is blind now, so what do we do?"

A low tremor emanated from deep in the Beast's throat.

Soon, a gray-brown rat swam down from the upstream Wu Shui Qu, following the turbid current, stopping at the Beast's feet.

It shook its wet fur, raised its head, using its pair of pitch-black beady eyes to stare at the Beast, as if awaiting orders.

The Beast bent down, rough palm reaching into the sewage, scooping up the rat in one grab.

The rat didn't struggle, instead gently rubbing its head against his palm, as if currying favor.

However, the next second, the Beast's fingers suddenly tightened.

Pfft——

The rat's body instantly burst, flesh and blood splattering, leaving only a complete head lying quietly in his palm.

He spread his palm, offering the furry rat head to the Bald Captain, that simple honest smile still hanging on his face.

The Bald Captain gave the Beast a rather speechless glare, but still took the rat head, stuffing it into his mouth without hesitation.

His throat rolled once, the rat head swallowed whole like a date.

"It's because you guys keep feeding me weird brains that my hair all fell out."

The Bald Captain touched his bald head, fingers rubbing his scalp a few times, as if mourning those hair roots that no longer existed.

The Beast honestly laughed twice.

Red Dragonfly and Master of Ceremonies then tacitly spoke in unison to comfort:

"Captain, eat hair to grow hair!"

The bald male captain took a deep breath, digested the scene inside the rat's head, and then said faintly:

"The fight up ahead was quite lively; the situation of the Evil Festival Parasite Feng Yuhuai isn't too good, she's been targeted by Zuo Bai, judging by the methods he displayed, hmm..."

He paused, his brows furrowing slightly, searching through the database in his brain,

"It's a bit like the E Corpse Teaching."

The Beast shook the filthy blood off his hands, let out a "hmm":

"I have an impression, it's an A-Rank evil cult organization, they believe in seeking something from death..."

The Red Dragonfly sneered and interrupted the Beast's words:

"How long has it been since you updated your intel? The E Corpse Teaching was promoted to S-Rank a while ago."

The Beast froze for a moment, a trace of confusion appearing on his honest face: "Is there a difference?"

The Red Dragonfly curled his lips: "True enough."

The bald male captain ignored the Red Dragonfly and the Beast's bickering, instead "broadcasting" the battle situation ahead to the team members in concise text.

After hearing the captain's "broadcast," the few people didn't panic, but instead discussed calmly.

Finally, the Master of Ceremonies gave the conclusion:

"We'll wait and see for now. If Feng Yuhuai is abducted by the E Corpse Teaching, we might as well let the E Corpse Teaching raise her for us; when the time is ripe, we'll take her back."

He paused, his tone carrying a hint of deep meaning:

"It's just that this probability isn't high. After all, that man..."

The Beast spoke up to correct: "That man is called Zheng Hang!"

The Master of Ceremonies nodded, continuing:

"Since Zheng Hang keeps 5 Evil Festivals inside his body, his appearance in the Xia Shui Jing Dao is eight or nine times out of ten also for the Evil Festival inside Feng Yuhuai's body.

So, the probability of the E Corpse Teaching succeeding is very small."

He finished, turned his head to look at the bald male captain, his tone carrying a trace of doubt:

"So then, Captain, you still haven't said, where is Zheng Hang?"

The bald male captain fell silent for a second, grinned a mouthful of black teeth, didn't answer immediately, but first glanced at everyone's shadows reflected in the sewage, then said in an eerie, sinister voice:

"He's hiding in a place right under our noses, yet one ordinary people can't easily see!"

(End of Chapter)