Chapter 363
Ultimate Form
Chapter 363 Ultimate Form
As Zhong Xiaoyu spoke of these things, the photo from the case file inexplicably surfaced in Qi Fei's mind. Those dark eyes stared directly at him; it wasn't Zhong Xiaoyu or Zhong Kui. Could it be…?
Before him, Xi He's fingertips traced an intimate line along Zhong Xiaoyu's jawline as he spoke in an incredibly seductive tone, "My love, I have been searching for you all my life."
"Let her go!" Qi Fei rushed forward angrily, but Xi He didn't give him a chance to fight to the death. Suddenly, stone statues, as if they had come to life, blocked his path, followed by a second, a third...
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't reach Xi He and Zhong Xiaoyu.
Between the shifting stone statues, Xi He's cold gaze would occasionally glance at him. In the dim underground palace, his voice echoed like a ghost's wail: "We are destined to have each other. You are all alone in this world, so should I be too. Today, let him, who shares our blood, become the sacrifice for our love!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the stone statues suddenly stopped, each pair of empty eyes staring at Qi Fei as if from hell. Their mouths opened simultaneously, and light flickered within them.
Qi Fei felt a surge of immense fear wash over him. He realized that soon, flames would spew from the mouths of these stone statues and incinerate him. They weren't roadblocks; they were weapons.
Zhong Xiaoyu, who had been standing beside Xi He the whole time, remained completely unmoved, just like his accomplice.
Fear mingled with the rage of betrayal, Qi Fei shouted, "Zhong Xiaoyu, have you forgotten the revenge for your family?!"
Xi He revealed a smile that seemed to have been exactly what he wanted, as if he had been waiting for Qi Fei to say this. But it was all too late. Flames shot out from the mouth of the stone statue, and Qi Fei could feel the scorching heat; his skin was about to melt in an instant.
At that moment, after a period of extreme confusion, his thoughts suddenly went blank, and only one voice echoed in his mind—is this the end?
"Qi Fei." A voice, both distant and approaching, rang in his ears; it was Zhong Kui's voice.
He thought it was his imagination until Zhong Kui's face appeared in his field of vision.
After spending so much time together, he could tell the difference between Zhong Kui and Zhong Xiaoyu at a glance.
Because Zhong Kui suddenly blocked Qi Fei's path, Xi He was forced to withdraw the stone statue's attack.
Before they could even savor the feeling of surviving a close call, a cold light flashed from behind Zhong Kui. Qi Fei pulled her close and shielded her behind him. A sharp metallic clang rang out as Qi Fei used his malfunctioning gun to block Xi He's slashing sword.
However, a gun that cannot fire is so weak in the face of cold weapons. With the side of Xi He's blade, Qi Fei's hand holding the gun was cut open, and blood flowed freely.
The sight of blood excited Xi He even more. His wide-open eyes were bloodshot as he gasped, "Xiao Fei, of course I love you, but they see you as my weakness. I have no weakness!" As he spoke, he raised his sharp longsword high, the blade aimed at Qi Fei's head, and without hesitation, he slashed down.
Protected behind Qi Fei, Zhong Kui forcefully pushed him away, but she couldn't keep up with the speed of the falling blade. Qi Fei's shoulder was still slashed, and bright red blood gushed out, splattering onto Zhong Kui's face. "Blood, blood everywhere! Hahaha!" Xi He became frenzied. "This is a sight I haven't seen in a long time! Beg for mercy, struggle, and maybe I'll let you go!"
Qi Fei used his other hand to forcefully swing the gun at Xi He's arm. Overjoyed, Xi He was caught off guard, and the knife in his hand went astray. Taking advantage of the opening, Qi Fei, despite the pain, pounced on Xi He and hugged his waist.
This was a reckless act. He shouted at Zhong Kui, "Kui, run! Get out of here!"
However, Zhong Kui stood still, staring at them with empty eyes, just like the stone statues around her.
"Blood, so much blood," she murmured. The next second, her eyes changed, and her figure flashed and disappeared from their sight. When she reappeared, she was standing right next to Xi He, face to face. At this distance, the long sword could not harm her.
She had already gripped Xi He's wrist with one hand, so tightly that her fingernails had dug into his wrist.
“Iris, do you remember? That’s the name I gave you. You are my lover, do you remember?” Xi He said to the woman, who was as cold and indifferent as a wild beast, with a distorted voice.
"You're wrong. I only intercepted her functions." The woman suddenly spoke, and it was Zhong Kui's voice. Then, with a burst of strength, she pushed Xi He and Qi Fei against the stone statue behind them, and the long sword fell to the ground with a "clang".
The impact was so violent that Qi Fei was thrown to the ground to the side.
At this moment, he saw an unbelievable scene: Zhong Kui had one hand gripping Xi He's throat, as if her petite body contained energy that did not belong to her, leaving a strong man like Xi He completely defenseless.
Xi He tried to pry Zhong Kui's hands apart, but to no avail. He managed to utter, "You don't know what you're doing."
“I know. In Zhong Xiaoyu’s theory, a person can form a near-superhuman personality through voluntary separation, which can mobilize all the body’s potential functions and obtain reaction speed and strength far exceeding that of a normal person. This is the secret she hides deep in the Blood Pool.” Zhong Kui’s voice was no different from usual, but in this life-or-death moment, it sounded like a casual conversation.
"Didn't Zhong Xiaoyu tell you that this comes at a price?!" Xi He had given up struggling, knowing full well that any resistance in front of Zhong Kui was futile. "This superhuman state requires abandoning reason and entering absolute madness. That's my Iris. Only fire is not afraid of fire. You must be in a lot of pain right now, right? The pain of being burned by fire, hahahaha!" A hoarse laugh came from his choked throat.
“I know that killing you is enough,” Zhong Kui said, tears welling up in her eyes. “My existence was originally meant to perish together with you.”
As she finished speaking, a strange smile appeared on Xi He's face. He stared intently at Zhong Kui's face, blood beginning to flow from his mouth. Zhong Kui's small copper knife was already deeply embedded in his chest.
"I'll be waiting for you in hell." Xi He said these words slowly and deliberately, and his ferocious smile never changed again.
Zhong Kui seemed to have exhausted all her strength, and when she collapsed, she was caught by Qi Fei, who stumbled over.
Qi Fei's shoulder wound was tearing open and throbbing with excruciating pain, but he couldn't care less. Zhong Kui, nestled in his arms, glanced at him one last time, and closed her eyes after confirming his safety...