The moment the blade was pressed against his throat, the target suddenly grinned.
"Let's die together."
Shi Mangjue's pupils suddenly shrank. The target took out a scarlet fruit in his left hand at some point and bit down most of it. Juice dripped down the corners of his mouth, like blood.
The next second, the target's skin begins to crack. It's not bleeding, it's growth - countless fine black lines emerge from under the skin, squirming like living creatures. His eyeballs bulged, his throat made a strange sound, and his whole body swelled like an inflated rubber ball.
"Fuck."
Shi Mangjue drew his sword and retreated. But it's too late.
Bang!
The target's body exploded. There was no flesh and blood flying everywhere, only dark red dust all over the sky, and the remains of half a fruit that rolled down at his feet.
The moment the dust touched my skin, I felt a burning pain like fire. Shi Mangjue groaned and his vision began to blur. There was a sharp buzzing in his ears, like countless needles piercing his skull.
Can't fall here.
He bit the tip of his tongue, and the smell of blood stimulated his nerves. His eyes were fixed on the half fruit - this thing was not mentioned in the mission information, but his intuition told him that this damn thing was the key.
Grab the pulp and stuff it into your mouth. Bitter, astringent, and with a rusty sweetness.
The moment I swallowed it, the world exploded.
Severe pain shot straight from the stomach to Tianling Gai. Shi Mangjue knelt on the ground and dug his nails into the gaps in the stone slabs. Broken images flashed before his eyes: an unfamiliar starry sky, a burning city, and a pair of cold golden eyes overlooking all living beings.
"Ant."
Who's talking?
Roar. Rain of arrows. Warm blood splattered on his face.
