LWGP - Chapter 43
Chapter 43: Good-Looking?
But it soon started attacking the others.
"Ah Yu!!" Yang Dong jumped up, looking in disbelief at the two people being hunted inside. One of them was clearly Yang Yu. In fact, if Yang Dong hadn't shouted, the others might not have recognized him right away. For one, some didn't know him. For another, Yang Yu was moving so fast that people couldn't react in time.
But looking now, it was clear this Yang Yu's attributes were extremely high.
But how was he in a video? What dungeon was this? A dungeon livestream?
Xiao Li and Wang Peng were stunned. They had known Yang Yu before. The man was rotten to the core, several levels worse than rich young masters like them. He had a whole basket of vile and despicable deeds to his name, but his female victims either didn't dare to speak up or were eventually forced by threats to take money and recant their testimony, allowing him to remain at large until now.
And he was still so strong!
Heaven must be blind. Even a monster like the Bloodthirsty Beast hadn't managed to eat him!
However, when the crowd saw Yang Yu throw Chen Hu at the big spider to block it, their expressions turned strange.
Zhang Dongcheng ground his teeth in hatred.
Fortunately, Chen Hu died, and then… Yang Yu fled for his life, but he couldn't escape.
In the dim light, he was repeatedly knocked down, got back up, and was knocked down again, sustaining constant injuries.
Zhang Dongcheng felt a surge of vindication, but the elderly father, Yang Dong, felt his heart being twisted by a knife. He was just about to demand an explanation from Li Ting.
Li Ting himself was completely bewildered and was about to have his technicians investigate. "Could it be a game livestream feature? Keeping up with the times?"
He muttered to himself.
Yang Dong nearly coughed up blood in anger. To hell with your 'keeping up with the times'!
This had to be, it had to be…
Just as Yang Dong, projecting his own thoughts, was concocting a conspiracy theory, it… indeed devolved into a terrifying conspiracy.
At that moment, the scene shifted.
In the darkness, footsteps approached. A person emerged from a dim corridor, accompanied by the sounds of Yang Yu's continuous fighting and struggling below.
This person walked to the boundary between darkness and light, their figure flickering in and out of view. With a soft click, a cigarette case opened, a cigarette was drawn out, and a lighter ignited it.
The faint, subtle crimson spark illuminated the scene, allowing a glimpse of a pale, slender hand holding the cigarette to a pair of lips. It drew in a wisp of smoke, moistening lips that were pale and bloodless.
There seemed to be a faint sigh.
Then the scene shifted again. Yang Yu was already pinned to the ground by the big spider. He screamed, covered in blood, as a high-angle camera captured his terror and pleas from above.
"Save me, save me, I was wrong!"
"I didn't do it on purpose!"
"Save me! I'm begging you, save me!"
"I…"
He reached out a hand, crying and begging like a helpless little worm.
But the person on the second floor remained aloof, offering no response. And so, his face twisted with savagery…
Then the big spider descended upon him. It seemed to harbor extreme hatred for this difficult prey, or perhaps it sensed that this one's limbs were more exquisite than the last. It ate with particular care, not swallowing him whole, but employing a combination of sucking and cutting to dismember and feast.
It feasted heartily.
Yang Dong was on the verge of madness. Watching this scene, he grabbed his head, let out a wail, and fell to his knees.
The scene was too shocking, too gruesome to behold.
Even Zheng Yu was filled with shock and doubt.
Just then, in reality, while everyone had been completely captivated by this turn of events, the entire venue silent, they were drawn back by a real sound nearby.
A cigarette case, a cigarette drawn out, held between fingers.
"How truly tragic. A white-haired man sending off a black-haired one…"
Her tone was full of compassion for the world, a mercy that seemed to seep into her very bones, climbing from their depths to the tip of every strand of her hair. Even her eyes held a gentle, shared sorrow.
"Mr. Yang."
Was she going to comfort the bereaved?
The grieving Yang Dong, as if bewitched, subconsciously turned his head. What he saw in front of him made his pupils shrink in horror.
Wang Jiu held a cigarette, bringing it to her lips.
A pale, slender hand. A slim ladies' cigarette. Slender meeting slender. It should have been exceptionally elegant and charming, yet it carried a hint of the skeletal, foxy allure of a courtesan from some theatrical drama. In an instant, that charm turned ruthless, becoming the sharp, slender claws of a demon, brandishing themselves menacingly, tearing at human flesh.
Especially when she slightly parted her red lips, hesitating to bite the cigarette tip, and simply asked Yang Dong with a kind and gentle voice.
"Tell me, is my hand good-looking?"
Do you think the sight of your son's death is good-looking?
Yang Dong stared blankly at Wang Jiu, then at her hand, and suddenly understood—it was identical to the one that had appeared on the screen.
It was her. It was definitely her!
Yang Dong's face became incomparably vicious as he ground out through clenched teeth: "Bitch!!"
Just as he was about to charge at Wang Jiu, the perceptive Zheng Yu immediately stopped him.
"Brother, be careful. Not here."
How could Zheng Yu not see that this was, in all likelihood, Wang Jiu's doing? Killing the body and destroying the spirit. Vicious!
But she was still too hasty.
"There's no rush. She can't escape." Although Zheng Yu didn't care about Yang Yu, he cared deeply about face. He truly felt that Wang Jiu's actions were a slap in the face right in front of him. He had initially dismissed this young woman, but he never expected to be humiliated by her like this.
She deserved to die!
But just as Zheng Yu made his threat, he heard the tragedy on the screen come to an end.
Because Yang Yu had been completely eaten.
The big spider hadn't even wiped its mouth. The video stuttered for a moment, a strange and chilling lag, accompanied by the sound of a woman's soft, low chuckle, like a dangerous lady in a rainy London alley at midnight, holding an umbrella and clicking her high heels as she follows an ordinary person into the darkness.
Then, the screen suddenly brightened, and the scene replayed.
Starting from the moment he was smashed by a brick, his balls pierced and pinned to the ground, it repeated, repeated, repeated.
Eating him, eating him, eating him over and over again.
Scene after scene, who wouldn't be driven mad by this?
Yang Dong's eyes were vacant, bloodshot veins spreading wildly across them.
This was all too terrifying, far beyond what an ordinary person would do.
Yan Yanting and Xiao Jue stared blankly at Wang Jiu not far away.
The once gentle haven, the tender affection, had now become a painted skeleton, turning to ash in their arms.
She had become an unfathomable vortex.
Just like those dungeons, which appeared in the form of a vortex.
Dangerous, full of temptation, representing the unknown yet promising an extraordinary and powerful future.
It made every red-blooded man suffer within it, yet also drown in its depths.
And Zhang Dongcheng suddenly let out a terrified cry, dropping to his knees with a thud and wailing mournfully, "I'm sorry, ah, I'm sorry!!"
"He forced me, he forced me!!"
"I didn't dare to say anything, I didn't dare."
"Professor, I'm sorry!"
"Ah Dong, Chen Li, Xu Zi, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…"
He kowtowed furiously against the ground, tears streaming down his face.
Zhang Dongcheng had met Wang Jiu, but he hadn't died. He was unharmed, and had even formed something of an alliance with her. But now it seemed…
Her blade never showed mercy.
She was appallingly ruthless, intent on torturing or destroying, body and soul, anyone who caught her attention.
A chill spread wildly through Zheng Yu's heart. He heard a very faint, short sound and turned to look. The woman who had just made him speculate was sitting in her original seat, leaning back, coolly observing the scene. The cigarette was still between her fingers, but not at her lips. She was just tapping it lightly against the tabletop, on and off.
Her face was devoid of emotion, as calm and natural as if she were watching a terribly boring TV show.
Zheng Yu could barely contain his palpitations and killing intent, but he still held Yang Dong back tightly. "Brother… Minister Li, don't you think you owe us an explanation?"
It wasn't his son who had died, so he could still be rational.
He vaguely sensed that Wang Jiu might be deliberately provoking Yang Dong.
He absolutely could not let her succeed!
Li Ting was trying to assess the cause and effect of the situation. He knew this was definitely related to Wang Jiu, but there was no evidence yet. She was right here in person.
Logically, when hacking into the system like this, unless one's skill was top-tier, it was impossible to time things perfectly—was someone helping her?
Qi Dong was just about to have the technical department take a look when, suddenly.
BOOM!!
A terrifying roar came from the garden outside. Along with that inhuman shriek, the large floor-to-ceiling glass windows cracked inch by inch, and then—BOOM!
They shattered!
They saw a monster brandishing its claws in the garden outside.
"Ah, it's that big spider!!"
"Run!"
There were no other funerals at the crematorium today; after all, not just anyone was qualified to be here. Thus, it was quite deserted, with only their group seeing off the old lady. There was no one else in the garden.
But they were here!
"What are you running for? Go out and fight it!"
Those with courage and an adventurous spirit had already charged out, and the smart ones began calling for others to attack together.
Because at the same time, they received a response from the system. This was a Mystic Realm BOSS, and it dropped a lot of treasure.
No one could resist its allure. Plus, with so many people on their side, they could actually take it down!
"Quick!"
A crowd of people rushed out, no longer caring whether Yang Yu was dead or not.
Even Zheng Yu directly abandoned Yang Dong. Wang Jiu was no exception; she also went out, though for the moment she just watched those who charged ahead to fight the big spider.
In fact, some had already realized this was the same spider from the screen, they just didn't know why it had appeared here.
The situation was too urgent. They had to fight the spider and increase their participation first. Who had time to get distracted and ask the system for information?
Participation meant treasure!!
Even the official side arranged for people to go over. But just as Qi Dong was also preparing to move, his expression suddenly changed drastically, and he shouted!
"Ms. Wang, be careful!!"
No one expected Yang Dong to suddenly launch a sneak attack on Wang Jiu, nor did they expect him to be so fast. He had at least 5 points in Agility. With a sudden burst of speed and a surprise attack, he flipped his hand, and a machete the length of his forearm came chopping down viciously at the back of Wang Jiu's head…
By the time Qi Dong shouted, the blade was already at the back of Wang Jiu's neck.
In that instant, he rushed forward, but everyone else was focused on attacking the big spider. They couldn't even afford to be distracted. No one could save her.
So…
So she could only rely on herself.
Swish! She took a step to the side. The machete sliced through the afterimage she left behind. Before Yang Dong could retract his blade and turn, he saw a long, silvery sword edge. It passed by the arm holding the machete.
Like a passerby on a snowy day you casually invite inside. The moment the door opens, the biting cold of the blizzard rushes in uninvited.
And so, you feel very cold.
Because your arm has been severed.
The machete in the severed hand was met by her other hand. With a flick of her wrist, the blades of the sword and machete crossed, intersecting with her faint afterimage.
The lines were slender, glinting with the cold light of silver blades, like the masterpiece of a master tailor threading a needle.
But there was no need for further description, because it all ended in the space of one or two breaths.
Those lines had just briefly passed over Yang Dong's other arm, and his other two legs.
Then his limbless body hit the ground.
His throat, trembling to the point of tearing from the terrifying cold and pain, seemed to meet the blood-tinged air, letting out an endless, wretched scream into this world of blooming flowers and plants.
He lay on the ground, struggling for breath, on the verge of death.
The attention of the crowd was undivided. Only a very few, like Wang Peng, who lacked real combat ability, watched on, trembling and dumbfounded.
Blood dripped from the sword and machete. Wang Jiu stood to the side, looking at Yang Dong's mutilated body bleeding all over the ground, and let out a long sigh.
"I thought it was just the young people who had no traditional martial virtue. I didn't expect the older generation to be the same."
"A sneak attack from behind. How very impolite."
Li Ting, a man of letters, was not currently in the fight. Seeing this, he seemed to understand something. But Wang Jiu, noticing his gaze, offered an apologetic but utterly insincere smile. "I'm sorry, Minister Li. It was self-defense. I was terrified just now and just started swinging wildly in a panic."
The way you dismembered him was as smooth as flowing water, and the locations of the cuts… were very precise.
Her file said she was a highly skilled chief of surgery.
Truly extraordinary.
Li Ting's expression was complicated. He was about to make a statement.
Zheng Yu saw this, his teeth clenched in fury, and he roared from a distance, "Wang Jiu, you dare!!"
Wang Jiu tilted her head, glanced at him, and sneered, casually plunging the machete into one of the severed arms.
Oh, it was the very hand that Yang Dong had used to hold the machete.
It was as clean as sticking a watermelon knife into a watermelon.
She asked, "I've already finished cutting. Do you think I dare or not?"
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