Chapter 214: Two-Headed Strange Entity

Although it was only text, Fang Yue could clearly feel the parchment's urgency at this moment.

Fang Yue's expression changed instantly; he dared not delay a single moment, snatched up the Cold Moon Blade, and sprinted forward while carrying the large and small heads.

As Fang Yue ran, the large and small heads on his neck bounced up and down with a thump-thump-thump, making his vision sway violently.

He had regained control of his body.

But controlling the smaller head felt unfamiliar to him.

When players entered the game, they directly inhabited the bodies of refugees, and those refugee bodies were no different from human ones.

Yet his current situation felt like controlling a two-headed monster—extremely awkward.

Fortunately, as he sprinted, he sensed the faceless large head slowly reversing its contents back into the smaller head.

Fang Yue gradually felt the smaller head swelling, as if being forcibly stretched larger bit by bit.

The sensation was strange, an inhuman experience.

【Almost there! Almost there!】

The parchment was even more excited than Fang Yue.

The entrance of Mo Cun ahead was finally drawing nearer.

Far off, he could see a group of people already standing ready, watching Fang Yue's frantic approach with cold, guarded eyes, as if preparing to confront a strange entity.

At their head was a young man clad in a blue robe.

At his waist hung a sword, still sheathed, as he calmly and serenely observed Fang Yue's approach.

"Deputy Captain Lang, give the order!"

The guards behind, watching the figure whose mere sprinting kicked up massive dust clouds, said nervously.

"Don't rush—I'll handle him."

Deputy Captain Lang's eyes were beautiful, with long eyelashes rare in men, like those of a male supporting character in a romance game, and with his delicate features, every movement of his seemed to glow.

As he spoke, he stepped forward gracefully before them, like a royal prince setting out for war.

Whoosh!!

In the next instant, Deputy Captain Lang vanished before everyone's eyes, transforming into a gale of wind as he shot forward.

"So fast!"

"No wonder he's Deputy Captain Lang!"

"Is this the power of a Martial Dao cultivator? Too fast! I can't even keep up with Deputy Captain Lang's speed!"

"That's normal—he's Deputy Captain Lang! A Third-rate Realm cultivator! Unless something goes wrong, the next Captain will be…"

Ding!!

Before the last guard finished speaking, a sharp metallic clash rang out ahead.

Then—a brief pause…

Boom!!

Violent wind pressure surged forward, making everyone's clothes snap loudly and some stagger on their feet.

Amid the furious wind pressure, a dark shadow shot past them with a whoosh, then crashed with a thunderous thud against the wall, leaving a human-shaped dent and a web of cracks.

Everyone turned back instantly, pupils contracting.

The dark shadow that had just flashed past them was…

"Deputy Captain Lang?!"

"How is that possible?!"

"How could this happen? Deputy Captain Lang, a Third-rate Realm cultivator, was just thrown flying?!"

"What kind of strange entity is that?!"

"The strange entity is powerful! Quickly carry Deputy Captain Lang back to Mo Cun!"

The guards panicked, shouting frantically.

Some ran straight to Deputy Captain Lang's side and pulled him from the wall's dent.

"I… am fine!"

Deputy Captain Lang's refined features twisted slightly, as if gritting his teeth to speak each word.

Fine?

Everyone's expressions turned strange.

They had just seen Deputy Captain Lang charge out with supreme elegance, only for the next moment to see him flung into the wall, motionless.

"Deputy Captain Lang's divine martial arts are unmatched—he's naturally fine! But this strange entity is too cunning; we should retreat to Mo Cun for cover and plan our next move!"

A sharp-witted guard quickly spoke up.

Deputy Captain Lang immediately gave him a look of approval.

"Not… bad…"

It seemed each word cost Deputy Captain Lang great effort, spoken in halting bursts; soon, someone noticed a thin trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Yet Deputy Captain Lang himself appeared unaware—he strained to maintain his posture, as if determined not to let the guards see how battered he truly was.

"This strange entity employs vile and treacherous tactics. I myself have no issue—I can fight it without losing, even defeat it. But Heaven favors life, and I don't wish to see my beloved subordinates harmed… so I'll spare it for now. If I encounter it alone in the future, I won't let it go!"

Uh…

Everyone exchanged glances.

"Mm-hmm…"

"Yes, yes! Thank you, Deputy Captain Lang, for your mercy!"

"No wonder he's Deputy Captain Lang—he cares so much for us."

"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!"

The last man had just finished speaking when Deputy Captain Lang was glaring at him.

"What retreat? We're letting it live!"

"Yes, yes!"

Everyone quickly helped Deputy Captain Lang back into the village.

But strangely, they didn't even close the gate.

After retreating past the dividing line at Mo Cun's village entrance, everyone seemed to exhale deeply, their entire bodies relaxing.

It was as if… once inside Mo Cun, there was nothing left to fear.

Then they saw that the Twin-Headed Gui Yi, racing toward them, showed no sign of stopping.

Upon closer look, the smaller head's eyes were clear and bright!

As for the large head beside it, it was a faceless visage, oozing black blood that streamed down, staining its neck and body.

"Black Grade Mid-Stage Gui Yi?!"

"No! It's not necessarily Black Grade Mid-Stage! Maybe the faceless head is the real one!"

"The faceless head is oozing black blood… so it might be a Black Grade Initial Stage Gui Yi, pretending to be Black Grade Mid-Stage!"

Earlier, they'd been too far away to see clearly.

Deputy Captain Lang had clashed with it once, but confident in his strike, he hadn't paid attention to the Gui Yi's condition.

Now, seeing the Twin-Headed Gui Yi's eyes, chaos erupted.

Fortunately, someone offered a coherent analysis, quelling the minor panic.

Seeing this, Deputy Captain Lang let out a faint snort.

"So what if it's Black Grade Mid-Stage? Can it cross that Life and Death Line?"

At these words, everyone nodded in agreement, calming down, watching the Twin-Headed Gui Yi charge toward Mo Cun as if seeking death.

Feeling his words had taken effect, Deputy Captain Lang casually swept his bangs aside.

"Even if the Twin-Headed Gui Yi truly breaches the Life and Death Line and enters Mo Cun… though that's impossible, if it somehow happens, don't worry—I'll kill it myself!"

"I, Lang Mo, third son of the Lang family, keep my word!"

Everyone glanced at Deputy Captain Lang, who hadn't noticed the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and forced awkward smiles in approval.

At that moment, the Twin-Headed Gui Yi, racing forward and kicking up a huge cloud of dust, finally reached the village entrance—the Life and Death Line dividing village from wilderness!

Everyone involuntarily showed expressions of shock.

"It actually dares to charge? Is it some Gui Yi from elsewhere, unaware of Mo Cun's reputation?"

"Damn, it hasn't slowed at all—it's dead!"

Their attention was utterly focused; they hadn't seen a Gui Yi this bold in a long time!

They stared as the Twin-Headed Gui Yi slammed into the Life and Death Line at furious speed.

"Dead!"

"It's finished!"

"Hahaha! It actually dared to charge…"

Everyone couldn't help roaring with excitement.

But the next instant, their expressions froze.

The excited roars died instantly in their throats, not a sound left.

All that excitement, all that joy, vanished in visible speed, replaced by one emotion—fear!

Because the Twin-Headed Gui Yi crossed Mo Cun's proud Life and Death Line without the slightest obstruction!

It passed through, unharmed!!

Watching the Twin-Headed Gui Yi continue charging toward them.

Everyone finally snapped out of it.

"Aaaaaaah!!"

"Don't come near me!!"

"Help! Help! The Gui Yi is attacking the village!!"

They screamed, shrieked, and scrambled away in panicked flight.

They were… even more cowardly than guards from small villages!

"No… impossible!!"

Deputy Captain Lang trembled all over.

His beautiful eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief, pale as paper.

He was shaking. He was afraid.

All his earlier bold words were lies.

When he'd rushed out to clash with the Twin-Headed Gui Yi outside the village, he hadn't even seen how it struck—only instinctively raised his sword to block, then was flung backward by a violent force, crashing into the wall, nearly passing out.

If not for seeing the guards still standing, and not wanting to damage his image, he'd have collapsed already.

That blow wasn't harmless—it was Heavy Injury, for heaven's sake!

He clenched his teeth to hide his injury from the guards, forcing himself to stand for his image.

The Lang family produces no weaklings!

Any sign of weakness is forbidden—this is clan law, this is the Lang family's pride!

He, Lang Mo, third son of the Lang family, would never retreat!

"Aah…"

"Aah!"

"Ah!"

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Although his body trembled, although fear made his legs weak.

But Deputy Captain Lang Mo still roared out, screaming, bellowing, raising his precious sword high.

"Let go of those guards! If you have any strength, come at me!!"

His weak legs gradually regained strength, as if some belief was supporting his actions!

He charged at the two-headed anomaly with a mad roar.

This was the last pride of the Lang family—even if he died here, he would not regret it!

The Lang family does not allow cowards!!

It felt as if the blood-soaked family anthem echoed in his ears.

"Anomaly, remember my name!! I am of the Lang family……"

Slap!!

Lang Mo's voice cut off abruptly.

The BGM in his mind ended suddenly.

He was hit.

Slapped by the two-headed anomaly.

Even my own father never hit me!!

His face burned with pain—he didn't need to look, Lang Mo knew his damned handsome face must be swollen and red.

But… he wasn't dead.

The only problem was, he couldn't even see how this emotionless two-headed anomaly had moved.

Lang Mo sat stunned for a while before opening his mouth.

"How dare you……"

Slap!

The other side of Lang Mo's face was slapped too.

He fell silent.

He glared at the two-headed anomaly with bloodshot eyes, face filled with rage.

But inside, he had calmed down.

This anomaly isn't strong!

The two-headed anomaly only slaps—it has no real killing power.

Is it an anomaly that fears sound? Otherwise why does it hit me every time I speak?

Then…

Lang Mo clenched his lips, puffed his cheeks like a frog, and silently roared in his mind: Lang family members never retreat!

Good, the slogan was shouted.

Amid the two-headed anomaly's confused, blank expression, he immediately raised his sword and slashed at it.

Then, for the first time, he saw the anomaly's movement.

It was an incredibly fast hand motion—then Lang Mo's sword-raising right arm was locked in place by Supernatural Strength.

Before he could react…

Crack.

His right arm was broken.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh!!!"

This time he couldn't hold back, letting out a scream louder than anyone else's, kneeling half-down and rolling on the ground clutching his hand.

He looked as if no one had ever struck him so brutally before.

As if he had never endured such terrifying pain—his piercing screams made the two-headed anomaly frown.

The two-headed anomaly kicked Lang Mo on the ground and spoke.

"Hey! Is it really that bad? It's just a broken bone—you'll be fine in half a month. You're acting like I cut your arm off."

"Aaaaaaahhhhh!"

"Stop screaming, you're annoying!"

"Aaaaaaahhhhh!"

"If you scream again, I'll—"

"……"

Silence.

Lang Mo looked up at the two-headed anomaly, eyes brimming with tears, utterly pitiful.

"Anomaly… Lord Anomaly, what are your orders? I'm just a young master of the Lang family—I know nothing."

The two-headed anomaly's small head rolled its eyes.

"What 'Anomaly Lord'… wait! You thought I was an anomaly?! No wonder someone suddenly attacked me!"

Fang Yue's head had recovered somewhat from earlier, mostly level with the other one.

But it wasn't fully restored—it was still in a continuous healing state.

Fortunately, this state required no effort from Fang Yue; after Ma Ling'er left, his body healed automatically.

"No… you're not an anomaly?"

Lang Mo was bewildered.

You stare at two heads—one still oozing the peculiar black blood of a wraith—how can you still claim it's not a wraith?

Who are you trying to fool?!

He tugged at his mouth, lowering his head: "So it's not a wraith—I mistook it. A misunderstanding, please let me go, I'll return at once to inform my father to receive you."

"Your father? Who's that?"

You don't even know my father?!

Definitely an outsider wraith!

Though I don't know how this fellow broke through the Life and Death Line and moved freely in Mo Cun, this fellow is dead!

Inside, he sneered, but Lang Mo kept his head lowered.

"My father is… Chief Captain Lang Wu of Mo Cun!"

"Chief Captain?!"

Fang Yue's heart leapt with joy.

"Good, go fetch him. I have questions I want to ask him."

So… you're really letting me go??

Lang Mo's heart surged with elation; he nodded frantically, scrambled and crawled out, vanishing from Fang Yue's sight in moments.

Fang Yue, meanwhile, touched the head oozing black blood and sighed.

"Sheepskin Scroll, am I truly safe now?"

I heard the 【Sword Roaming the Grand Void】 master has passed away…

Sigh, life is so uncertain—health matters most, no more late nights.

My foot suddenly hurt badly—I checked, it's gout. I'll go to the hospital tomorrow.

(End of Chapter)