prynovel Chapter 74: I Don't Care About Death?
Chapter 74: I Don't Care About Death?
Chapter 74: I Don't Care About Death?
"What?!" Shen Lingxue and others were immediately filled with horror.
"Are you sure there's been no mistake in what you've sensed?"
"I don't make mistakes with my senses."
"Fang Xiu, if what you're saying is true, then this Specter must be around Class-B. We're not equipped to deal with that. The smartest move is to inform the Investigation Bureau and hold out for backup," Shen Lingxue advised with seriousness.
Fang Xiu gave her a look. "How many psychics are on staff at the Bureau? A mere ten, or at most twenty? And how many of them are just beginners? Considering how stretched they are, handling all the Specter happenings in Greenvine City, how soon do you really think help will get here?"
"But even if help isn't on the way right now, we should head back. I'm not about to let you put yourself in danger!"
Upon hearing this, the clueless Liu Shuai sneakily looked from one to the other, even nudging Zhao Hao to say, "Don't you think there's something odd about these two? Shen Lingxue seems to be concerned about Fang Xiu beyond the usual."
Zhao Hao, privy to what was really going on, stayed silent, just giving an eye roll.
Of course, Fang Xiu wasn't going to listen to Shen Lingxue. Despite the power of the Specters in Blackwater, he was confident in his grip on the situation.
When it came to facing a Specter, if it was a type with such an overwhelming power that Fang Xiu'd have no chance even if he could try over and over again, like his wife, he'd choose a tactical withdrawal. Otherwise, he was prepared to battle to the end.
Having been killed twice already by the Specter of Blackwater, he was determined to settle the score this time.
"Zhao Hao, take Liu Shuai and stay back. Shen Lingxue and I need to have a word in private."Visit for the best novel reading experience
"Got it, Xiu."
Zhao Hao answered, pulling Liu Shuai away with him.
Liu Shuai's face broke into a knowing 'I told you so' grin, convinced of his hunch about their hidden romance.
With the two of them gone, Fang Xiu shared in a steady tone, "There's no need to alert our superiors; I've predicted what will happen."
Shen Lingxue's face showed her astonishment. "What do you mean 'what will happen'?"
"The kind of victory where we deal with the Blackwater trouble once and for all."
"That so?" Shen Lingxue questioned, her mind going back to how Fang Xiu had done in the test before joining them.
She posed the question to the pair on their knees, but they were as still as statues, offering no answer.
"Now I'm getting really ticked off; come here and help me cool down."
"Yes, Master," they responded mechanically, and then the woman got up, heading towards the lady in the wine-red dress.
CRASH!
The woman actually dropped to the ground, supporting herself on hands and knees, her back flat like a bench, creating a sort of human chair.
The woman in the red dress carefully adjusted the material over her hips, fitting the dress perfectly to her form, then lightly took a seat on the human bench.
Settled in, she allowed one smooth, perfectly shaped leg to show, sliding out from the high cut of her dress like a sculpted piece of ivory.
Just then, the man previously kneeling started to shift. He raised his head and began to crawl toward her, resembling someone moving through a dog door.
The clock swiftly turned to nine in the evening.
Fang Xiu and his group were concealed at the edge of Blackwater, shrouded by the darkness.
He had opted not to make a move in daylight to stay unseen, choosing instead the night, betting on the villagers being asleep in their houses.
Mountain life doesnt offer much for nighttime fun, leading folks to go to bed early and wake with the sun. By nine, the streets were pretty much deserted.
"We should split up and cover the village in gasoline," Fang Xiu directed.
"Got it, Xiu."
Zhao Hao and the rest took two gasoline drums each and stealthily started their task.
Fang Xiu was right there with them, dousing the area in gas.
_'This Specter loved a show, doesn't it? It's about to witness a spectacular fire.'_
An hour later, at ten o'clock, they had sprinkled gasoline around every home in Blackwater. The mountain chill was a blessing the gasoline would stay put without evaporating too fast.
"Shen Lingxue, set it on fire."