Chapter 261: The Ambush (7200+ words)

Late at night.

After a long day of work, William closed the bar, tidied up, and dragged his exhausted body out the front door, heading toward the place where he slept.

"I'm exhausted to death..."

"Perhaps I should ask the boss to let me sleep in the bar; that way, I could give up my rental and save on accommodation costs..."

"Pah, pah... I'm nearly dead, and I'm still worrying about this? The boss said... he would keep an eye on me, right?"

At this moment, William had already walked into a small alley.

If his divination skills were high enough, he would have discovered that the alley he was in was very similar to the background seen in Aaron's divination...

Quentin roared and fought back with all his might, but his skin was bitten open by black Demon insects, and he let out a scream.

Clang!

The dagger in William's hand fell to the ground, and his whole body collapsed into a pool of blood.

Whoosh, whoosh!

William couldn't help but reach out his hand toward the dagger hidden at his waist.

The cold aura unique to an Evil Spirit gradually spread to the surroundings, covering the ground in a layer of frost.

"No... I asked for help, the boss said he would keep an eye on me..."

"How can an Evil Spirit manipulate insects? Unless... this isn't an Evil Spirit, but an Extraordinary?"

Even more terrifying was that his life Vitality seemed to be flowing away from that wound.

Pfft!

The next instant, he felt a cold wind scrape by, his lower back was struck heavily, and a sensation of agonizing Rend arrived.

Quentin's expression changed wildly!

His Spirituality was already sounding an alarm, indicating immense danger!

"Who?"

Aaron sneered and pressed his palm onto Quentin's head; a cold, dead aura instantly spread out: "I just need you as a divination material..."

Quentin said as he pulled a white handkerchief from his bosom and elegantly wiped his hands.

"It's an Evil Spirit!"

"Behind William, there is still a Non-human Existence?"

Even the trump card he had prepared could not contend with a Non-human Existence!

After releasing the Talisman, Quentin didn't even look back; the muscles on his legs bulged rapidly, and he ran as if his life depended on it.

Quentin looked toward the source of the sound and realized it was William lying on the ground; his teeth were grinding involuntarily, making a chattering sound...

Finally, puppet insects landed on Quentin one after another, causing him to completely lose his ability to move; only his face could barely move, watching William walk over.

"Don't worry... you won't die, I just injected some anesthetic." Quentin lowered his body and said: "In the Blood Garment Club, there are quite a few members waiting for your contribution, my dear Mr. Ingredient!"

The cold wind was desolate.

A Weird scene appeared: William's expression gradually became blank, his body twitched involuntarily, and suddenly he stood up without bending his legs, like a marionette being manipulated.

If caught by the Investigation Bureau, there was still a chance to be rescued by relying on the club's connections; if caught by an Evil Spirit, one was truly dead!

The sound waves fell onto the surrounding camouflage insect wall and seemed to be absorbed; the sounds from the outside were extremely faint.

He had already decided that once he ran to the street, he would shout and scream to attract attention, even if it meant being caught by the Investigation Bureau!

A faint, rustling sound arose.

Quentin thought of many things in an instant, but finally spat out a name: "Raphael Suolun—he is directly under the hunting squad of the 'Blood of Decay', and their leader is Luofuman Suolun... My lord, I am a member of the Blood Garment Club, I am willing to serve you!"

Just at this moment, another cold wind blew, lifting the scraps of newspaper on the ground and spinning them gracefully.

He, who had been fiercely rebounded back to the ground, could not care about the pain; he looked toward the alleyway that originally led to freedom, only to find a layer of transparent insects gradually emerging, followed by overwhelming black beetles surrounding him.

Quentin quickly understood this scene: "Is it the scent of blood that attracted the undead? But this one... its status seems a bit high... How could the Investigation General Bureau allow a Spirit Body of this level to wander the streets of Plymouth?"

Bang!

Quentin, who was sprinting rapidly, felt as if he had crashed into a hard wall; intense pain arrived, and his nasal bone seemed to have shattered because of it.

"Chatter..."

Quentin secretly cursed the 'Blood of Decay'; such a huge loophole in the intelligence was simply trying to kill him on purpose!

The walking-corpse-like William arrived before Quentin, his voice dry as he spoke: "Why did you deliberately frame William? Give me an accurate name!"

"Purple pupils... is it an Evil Spirit of the Sotos family? Damn it... descendants of such great families really do have trump cards to save their lives..."

"Hmm, wanting to cook you still requires going through a procedure to put you in a near-death state and extract the 'Tower' Spirituality from your body... How about making it into a mushroom sauce? Although your 'Tower' Spirituality is a deadly poison to some Extraordinaries, some members who combine 'Red' and 'Tower' still like it very much... They even suggested eating you raw, but this barbaric behavior was naturally rejected by me; eating alone is not a good habit!"

"No matter how big the background of the Blood Garment Club is, what does it have to do with me? Do you want to use it to threaten me?"

Just at this moment, he heard a certain special movement in the darkness!

Quentin ran like the wind, reaching the end of the alley in the blink of an eye, where he could see the paved street and the bright Lamp light.

Whoosh, whoosh!

The walking William couldn't help but wrap his clothes tighter around himself.

"Ah!"

William's lips moved, and his pupils gradually dilated.

Black beetles landed one after another, and the surrounding environment also changed.

A gentleman wearing a white suit, as if he were going to a banquet, stood abruptly beside him; it was none other than 'Quentin'!

At this moment, he was greedily licking the blood on his weapon: "Is this the bloodline of the Sotos? A unique taste and flavor full of Mysterious... truly wonderful."

Quentin looked around vigilantly but did not find the uninvited guest who had disturbed his hunting pleasure, yet sweat had already beaded on his forehead, and he was clutching a high-level Talisman tightly in his hand.

At this time, William's eyes had already closed, and when they opened again, they were like two brilliant purple gemstones in the dark night.

A moment later, inside the small alley, the hair-raising sound of gnawing quietly arose.

It seemed that everything he had experienced was an illusion created by this insect!

Even the blood on the ground was rapidly flowing back into the wound, causing the injury to heal at high speed.

"Possessed by a vengeful spirit?!"

Quentin looked at William and revealed a mocking smile again: "Your behavior over these past few days has left me very confused; you neither tried to escape nor tried to seek help... I even suspected there were traps around you, but now I have confirmed there are none... Tell me, has your brain been gnawed away by madness and fear?"

Quentin let out a strange cry, rapidly chanted an Incantation, threw a Talisman, and turned to run!

"Taking him to feed Roberts's magical insect box will save quite a bit of food; all things considered, I'm still the one who profits..."

Aaron possessed William, walked out from the alley, and recalled the information obtained from the divination.

(End of this chapter)