Chapter 362: Ultimate Form

When Zhong Xiaoyu said these things, Qi Fei's mind inexplicably flashed the photo in the case file. Those pitch-black eyes stared straight at him. That existence, which was neither Zhong Xiaoyu nor Zhong Kui—could it be...

In front of him, Xi He's fingertips ambiguously traced Zhong Xiaoyu's jawline, and he said in an incomparably charming tone: "My lover, I have spent my whole life looking for you."

"Let her go!" Qi Fei rushed forward in anger, but Xi He didn't give him a chance for a life-and-death struggle. The stone statues from nowhere suddenly came to life and blocked his path, followed by the second, the third...

No matter how he charged left and right, he couldn't reach Xi He and Zhong Xiaoyu.

Between the constantly moving stone statues, Xi He's cold eyes glanced at him from time to time. In the gloomy underground palace, his voice echoed like a ghost's cry: "We are destined to possess each other. You are all alone in this world, so I should be the same. Today, let him, who shares the bloodline, become a sacrifice for our love!"

As his voice fell, those stone statues suddenly stopped. Every pair of their hollow eyes stared at Qi Fei, like a gaze from hell. Their mouths opened together, and light flickered inside.

Qi Fei only felt a huge fear strike him. He realized that before long, flames would spray from the mouths of these stone statues, burning him to ashes. They were not roadblocks; they were weapons.

And Zhong Xiaoyu, who had been by Xi He's side, was truly like his accomplice, remaining indifferent throughout.

Qi Fei's fear was mixed with the anger of being betrayed, and he shouted: "Zhong Xiaoyu, have you forgotten the hatred of your family?!"

Xi He showed a smile that hit the mark, as if he were waiting for Qi Fei's words at this moment. Everything was too late. The flames in the mouths of the stone statues sprayed out together. Qi Fei could feel the scorching heat; his skin was about to melt in an instant.

At that moment, his thoughts suddenly went blank after extreme chaos, and only one voice echoed in his mind—is it ending just like this?

"Qi Fei." A voice, distant yet approaching, sounded in his ear. It was Zhong Kui's voice.

He thought it was his hallucination until Zhong Kui's face appeared within his line of sight.

After such a long time together, he could tell the difference between Zhong Kui and Zhong Xiaoyu at a glance.

Because Zhong Kui suddenly blocked in front of Qi Fei, Xi He was forced to cancel the stone statues' attack.

Before he could savor the taste of surviving a disaster, a cold light struck from behind Zhong Kui. Qi Fei pulled her over and protected her behind him. He only heard a sharp sound of metal collision; Qi Fei used the malfunctioning gun to block the long knife Xi He slashed down.

However, the gun that couldn't fire appeared so weak in front of cold weapons. Xi He's blade shifted to the side, and Qi Fei's hand holding the gun was cut open with a large wound, blood flowing profusely.

This blood made Xi He even more excited. His wide-open eyes were bloodshot, and he panted and said: "Xiao Fei, of course I love you, but they treat you as my soft rib. I, have, no, soft, rib!" He said, raising the sharp long knife high, the blade aimed at the top of Qi Fei's head, and slashed down without hesitation.

Zhong Kui, who was protected behind Qi Fei, pushed Qi Fei away hard. In the end, she couldn't catch up with the speed of the blade falling. Qi Fei's shoulder was still hit, and bright red blood gushed out, splashing on Zhong Kui's face.

"Blood, blood everywhere. Hahaha!" Xi He became manic, "This scene has been a long time coming! Beg for mercy, struggle, maybe I will let you go!"

Qi Fei used his other hand to throw the gun hard at Xi He's arm. Xi He, who was carried away by success, was unprepared, and the knife in his hand deviated from its direction. Qi Fei took the opportunity to drill through the gap, endured the pain, and pounced on Xi He, hugging his waist.

This was a life-risking approach. He shouted to Zhong Kui: "Kui, run, leave this place!"

However, Zhong Kui stood in place, motionless. She stared at them, her eyes as empty as the surrounding stone statues.

"Blood, so much blood." She muttered. The next second, her eyes changed, her figure flickered, and she suddenly disappeared from their line of sight. When she appeared again, she was standing face-to-face with Xi He. The long knife couldn't hurt her at this distance.

One of her hands had already gripped Xi He's wrist, so hard that her fingernails had embedded into Xi He's wrist.

"Iris, remember? This is the name I gave you. You are my lover, do you remember?" Xi He's voice was distorted as he spoke to the woman who was as cold as a beast.

"You are wrong. I just intercepted her functions." The woman suddenly spoke. It was actually Zhong Kui's voice. Following that, she exerted force and actually pushed both Xi He and Qi Fei against the stone statue behind them. The long knife fell to the ground with a "clatter."

This impact was so violent that Qi Fei was thrown to the ground on the side.

At this time, he saw an unbelievable scene: Zhong Kui held Xi He's throat with one hand, as if there was energy in her petite body that didn't belong to her, making a strong man like Xi He have no power to parry.

Xi He used both hands to pry Zhong Kui's hand but to no avail. He struggled to make a sound: "You don't know what you are doing."

"I know. In Zhong Xiaoyu's theory, people can form a personality close to a superman through autonomous separation, can mobilize all the potential functions of the body, and obtain reaction power and strength far exceeding normal people. This is the secret she hides deep in the pool of blood." Zhong Kui's voice was no different from usual, sounding like a casual chat at this critical moment of life and death.

"Didn't Zhong Xiaoyu tell you there is a price to pay?!" Xi He had already given up struggling, knowing clearly that any resistance in front of such a Zhong Kui was futile. "This state of superman requires abandoning reason and entering absolute madness. This is my Iris. Only raging fire is not afraid of raging fire. You should be very painful now, right? The pain of being burned by raging fire, hahahaha!" A hoarse laugh came from his throttled throat.

"I know, as long as I kill you, it's enough," Zhong Kui said, tears actually shining in her eyes, "My existence was originally to perish together with you."

When she finished saying this, a strange smile appeared on Xi He's face. He stared fixedly at Zhong Kui's face, and blood began to flow from his mouth. Zhong Kui's small copper knife had already been deeply stabbed into his chest.

"I'll wait for you in hell," Xi He said word by word, and that ferocious smile never changed again.

Zhong Kui seemed to have exhausted all her strength. When she fell, she was caught by Qi Fei, who rushed over stumbling.

The wound on Qi Fei's shoulder was tearing and painful, but he couldn't care about these. Zhong Kui in his arms looked at him one last time, confirmed his safety, and closed her eyes... ===== CHAPTER 363 =====