Chapter 557

"A dead end?"

"A dead end!"

Feng Yuhuai's eyes widened; she turned to look at the approaching wall of flame, and the panic on her face vanished instead.

For others, reaching a dead end means death; for her, Feng Yuhuai, reaching a dead end brings life of its own accord.

Once it was like this, twice it was like this, three, four, five times — all like this.

A great existence in fate is protecting me!

Who is it?

Feng Yuhuai had also pondered this question; at first she thought it was 【Mask】 · her boyfriend, later she felt 【Mask】 didn't have that kind of ability.

After all, not every time she was in crisis was the person who saved her 【Mask】; there were other strangers too.

For instance, the Investigation Corps of the Night Watchman Organization once saved her from under her grandfather's nose, even though now they've come to hunt her down again.

So, there's only one answer: the great existence protecting her in the dark is... some kind of great theorem or law.

In mathematics, if inputting the same conditions (a dead end) once, twice, three, four, five times inevitably yields the same result (life), it's called a theorem.

Thus, Feng Yuhuai named the great theorem she discovered — the Juejing Huai Theorem!

Now, it's time once again to verify whether this theorem will take effect.

"Careful, it might be a trap!"

The Captain warned in a stern voice, and the three warriors halted in perfect sync like mirror images.

At the same time they noticed the eerie curve of Feng Yuhuai's mouth — absolutely not the expression a cornered monster should have.

The monster has a Phase Two?

Certain monsters in the Hidden Gate Ruins mutate a Phase Two when in a death trap; this is a law the Investigation Corps understands.

"Throw grenades!"

Almost in the same millisecond, three high-explosive grenades traced perfect parabolas.

When in doubt, throw one!

Amid the rumbling explosions, the sky full of red threads blossomed into drifting fragmented rain.

"No Phase Two?"

The three Special Warriors' pupils shrank; their tactical goggles suddenly flashed a piercing low-temperature alarm simultaneously — a bone-piercing chill was striking from behind.

Damn it, the monster's Phase Two comes from behind?!

The frigid qi enveloped the exoskeleton armor; the ghostly blue flames from the thrusters actually froze in an instant, turning into eerie blue light sealed in ice crystals.

Before the three warriors could even turn, piercing frost had already spread wildly through the joint gaps.

A layer of bloody red sheen rapidly condensed on the inside of their face masks — blood mist and ice slag formed by the blood qi exhaled from their nasal cavities freezing instantly.

"Crack— snap—"

With a crisp sound of ice fracturing, three ice statues burst apart simultaneously.

The impenetrable exoskeleton armor shattered clattering to the ground; inside the ice chunks froze fresh red meat, muscle fibers distinct and reflective as a mirror, shockingly beautiful, whetting the appetite.

The red threads shattered by the explosion writhed and condensed, just having condensed back into human form.

Feng Yuhuai saw with widened pupils, saw the three Special Warriors who had been hunting her turn into delicious frozen meat.

"The Juejing Huai Theorem really worked again—"

The smile at Feng Yuhuai's mouth hadn't yet curved up when the mirth on her face abruptly froze.

A black-robed figure appeared before her like a ghostly shadow; the face behind the metal mask showed no emotion, only a pair of cold eyes watching her through the slits.

That person merely stood there quietly, yet made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Feng Yuhuai!"

The black-robed figure coughed once, voice hoarse and grating,

"Host body of the Parasitic Evil Ritual, correct?"

Terrifying frigid power swept over; her freshly reassembled body began freezing inch by inch.

She couldn't even tell whether this frigidness was high-level martial arts, more advanced technology, or even more terrifying Parasitic Evil Ritual power?

She only instinctively felt an unprecedented chill that seemed ready to freeze even her soul.

The Juejing Huai Theorem has taken effect every time without fail.

But the chill warning has never been wrong either.

So, am I saved now, or...

Feng Yuhuai's gaze swept over the frozen meat on the ground, heart and gallbladder splitting; following her survival instinct, she moved to control the red threads to self-detonate, even though she didn't know how many seconds self-detonation could delay, or what use it would be.

But Black Yama didn't seem to have any intention of wasting time with Feng Yuhuai; with a raise of his hand, a pitch-black Night Watcher Restraint locked onto her neck.

Click—

The restraint locked; the sound of the catch closing at that moment was one she would never forget for the rest of her life.

Feng Yuhuai felt the power throughout her body recede like a tide; the red threads inside her fell completely silent, and she became incomparably weak in an instant.

Raven coughed twice, a cold voice coming from beneath the metal mask:

"Feng Yuhuai, on behalf of the Night Watchman Organization I formally notify you: you are under arrest."

Feng Yuhuai's face instantly turned deathly pale, pupils violently contracting; that fear far exceeded facing death.

Her legs went soft; she knelt on the ground, like a dead dog with a collar around its neck.

The "Juejing Huai Theorem" had indeed proven true once more — she survived.

But the price of this "life" was actually arrest and imprisonment more terrifying than death?!

Feng Yuhuai couldn't imagine the horror after death, but she could imagine gloomy iron bars, pale searchlights, and Night Watcher Restraints forever unbreakable while soaked in feces...

Better dead than unfree!

Feng Yuhuai wished she could die, but she didn't even have the strength to bite her tongue and kill herself; the key was, even if she bit off her tongue, she wouldn't die anyway.

How ironic—under the Juejing Huai Theorem, even dying had become a luxury.

Hurried footsteps came from deep within the pipe.

The Corpse Fisher driver rushed up, panting; without Black Yama's permission, how could he dare leave on his own?

This job had to be carried through to the end; he hoped for a good review, otherwise he wouldn't dare sleep at night from now on.

Dong Ping watched the scene before him; he had heard Black Yama's notification of Feng Yuhuai's arrest from afar, and upon drawing closer and seeing Feng Yuhuai looking like a dead dog, he couldn't help but show ecstasy on his face.

He seemed to have found hope for revenge again, as if struck by inspiration.

"Night Watchman sir."

He lunged forward in a single stride, trembling all over with excitement:

"I want to make a real-name report—not only is Feng Yuhuai a monster, but her father, her brother, her mother, their whole family are monsters wearing human skin; they must all be arrested, and bring a clear sky to the Nine Districts!"

Dong Ping grew more excited as he spoke, his rotting face twisting into a hideous smile.

He seemed to already see the entire Feng Family imprisoned, the touching scene of the whole family reunited.

"Especially her father Feng Ju, who has even infiltrated the Patrol Bureau's department…"

His rotting gums gritted with a grating sound, and he added full of hatred:

"Feng Ju protects his daughter and has risen in rank by eating people; he's almost reached the position of Patrol Bureau Captain, posing a major threat to the lives of all Nine Districts people; I beg Night Watchman sir to make the decision—"

A rotting living corpse was shouting hoarsely for the living people of the Nine Districts.

If there were reporters present, they could surely capture this deeply moving scene, broadcast it on TV, and spread full positive energy.

It was a pity that in this dark sewer, only rats were witnessing this absurd drama.

"Cough cough… retch…"

Dong Ping spoke too excitedly and actually coughed up half a rat's head from his throat.

But he was completely unaware, still staring fixedly at Black Yama's mask with eyes eager to the point of madness, while Feng Yuhuai, bound like a dead dog beside him, was likewise staring fixedly at him…

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