People from the Monster Management Bureau rushed over after receiving the news.
The head is a woman in strong clothes.
She is tall, with light brown skin and long hair neatly tied behind her head.
"This is a high-end residential area, why can monsters get in?" Behind her, one of the team members asked suspiciously.
"This thing is not simple... It is definitely not an ordinary monster." Wen Yao looked at the banquet hall not far away and frowned.
The sound of insects crawling densely came from it, appearing dark and suppressed.
She made a decisive decision: "Contact Chief Mu immediately."
"That said, a species suspected of coming from the abyss appeared in the upper city."
Wen Yao said.
"...!"
What? abyss? !
Nowadays, humans have explored almost the entire continent, except for one place-the abyss.
There was a poisonous mist floating in the air there, and there was only an infinite darkness in the endless abyss. So far no one has survived from it, and human beings know very little about the monsters living in it.
If the monster in the abyss really appeared in the main city, the nature would be completely different.
The team members did not dare to neglect, and responded: "Yes!"
At this moment, an old man in a housekeeper's uniform rushed over from the side, and even rushed to the woman with a reckless force: "Please, save my young master, my young master is still inside!"
"Shameful." Shi Zechun rebuked unsteadily, "Take him back!"
His hair was messy, and his clothes were torn apart. It looked like everyone was embarrassed. The previous leeway was gone, but he still managed to maintain his majesty.
After a few moments, the servant of the house obeyed his orders and brought back the old butler, who was crying.
Wen Yao's gaze stayed on him for a moment, gritted his teeth, and said:
"action."
"Don't wait for Chief Mu?"
Wen Yao shook her head solemnly, and took a deep breath: "It's too late, it's important to rescue the hostages first."
Shi An soon came to the center of the change.
The guest leaned back on the ground, his torn jaw was wide open, and his dry skin was stretched on the bones, revealing a strange image of death. His belly has been blossomed, and there are still a steady stream of monsters gushing out from it. .
Shi An bent down.
He peeled away the dry tissue on the man's body with his fingers, revealing the big cracked hole.
There were no internal organs in the big hole on the corpse. Instead, thin and dense blood-red silk threads, like blood vessels, covered the ribs, occupying the entire chest and abdomen.
In the depths of the silk thread, there is a worm the size of a fingernail hidden.
It looks exactly the same as the insects outside, but it is much smaller. The pitch-black carapace is like scales, shimmering with a metal-like cold and hard luster. Located on the head, it is an ugly face, like the facial features of a human.
As if perceiving the existence of danger, that face showed a hideous and panic expression, screaming harshly.
The blood-red silk thread trembled, and the surrounding monsters seemed to have received orders, continuously gathering in the direction of the corpse. But because of Shi'an's existence, he didn't dare to approach, and only dared to make an anxious rubbing sound a few steps away.
Shi An lowered his head and leaned closer, then slightly startled.
Some sinister breath diffused from the chest cavity of the corpse.
Cold and dark, like a finger, he quietly touched the surrounding air.
—As the distance shortens, this perception becomes gradually clearer and clearer.
Can not ignore.
The young man took a deep breath and squinted his eyes with enjoyment. At that moment, his slightly narrow pupils shrank into a narrow gap, and the hot red light swiftly passed through it.
… So comfortable.
Shi An closed his eyes subconsciously.
In the darkness, a certain strange feeling transpired from the depths of the soul. Fingertips, back, and tail vertebrae were faintly itchy, as if something was going to break through the weak and fragile human body. Grow from the bones.
Not a phantom that was transformed by magic, but a real scale armor, claws, and wings.
Could it help you restore your original body? !
Shi An opened his eyes and looked at the bug in front of him with a surprised look.
—He changed his mind.
Shi An stretched out his hand, his white and soft fingertips were covered by the dark phantom of dragon scales, and his sharp nails shone with cold light, and he swiped inward.
Stabbed.
The thread broke at the sound.
The swarms of insects in the distance are like puppets that have lost their thread, and they rushed to a large area, and the rest ran away wildly, like flies without their heads.
The bug was inevitably caught by Shi'an, with a look of horror on its face. It squeaked, its six legs struggled frantically, twisting and trying to escape.
Kind of annoying.
Shi An rubbed his fingertips eagerly.
As if feeling the danger, the bug stiffened slightly.
It dared not move.
Shi An restrained the urge to squeeze it to death, scratched his skin with his fingertips, and squeezed out a small drop of blood.
The blood bead stood tremblingly on the young white skin, like a ruby the size of a rice grain, emitting a strange and gorgeous light in the dark.
Beautiful and dangerous.
The bug slashed its legs, tremblingly trying to get away.
Shi An couldn't refuse to pinch it, put pressure on his fingertips, and passed the blood bead forward again.
Bug: "..."
It was forced to have no choice but to swallow it a little while holding the bead of blood in tears.
At the moment when the small drop of blood was sucked dry, it kicked its legs, tilted its head, and fell into Shi'an's palm, living like a lifeless bead.
In the next second, all the worms in the hall face up to the sky, all dead and clean.
The sour scratching stopped instantly.
Quietly a bit weird.
Shi An took it into his pocket contentedly.
At this time, shaking lights and footsteps came from behind, mixed with the cry of liberation when the trapped person was rescued.
At this time, a beam of lights lit up at the entrance of the banquet hall.
Wen Yao, who was standing at the door, was stunned.
She didn't expect that there were still alive trapped people in the center occupied by the monsters.
At this moment, the other party turned his head and looked over.
The boy's skin was very white, his figure was not yet fully stretched, his shoulders were thin and thin, showing a fragile slenderness, and his eyelashes and hair showed a soft golden brown.
He squinted his eyes, seemingly uncomfortable with the sudden light.
The dark hall was filled with a sticky, moist, bloody smell.
The ground is densely packed with corpses, looking like hell on earth, shocking. The icy darkness lurked in it, and there was a strange and unpredictable aura everywhere.
He looked so out of place.
And... unscathed.
Wen Yao tightened the flashlight in his hand and asked:
"How are you?"
"Ok."
Shi An nodded, looking cute and pitying.
He squinted his eyes naturally, and a satisfying smile passed over his lips, fleeting like a floating light.
—It can't be better.
Twenty minutes later.
Shi An was wrapped in a thick blanket, holding a cup of hot milk in his hand, and lying on the side of the road, revealing only a furry head.
The housekeeper babbled on the sidelines.
Shi An absent-mindedly lowered his head and answered every now and then.
Sudden.
A pair of shoes appeared in front of him.
"Shi'an, you are here." The man's voice was particularly indifferent, without much emotion: "Then I don't have to ask you to talk about it the second time."
"?"
Shi An held the milk and looked up at it.
"You passed the test, I heard that, not bad."
Shi Zechun downplayed the incident, and then immediately afterwards, his words changed, and there was a bit of deterrence in his words: "In this case, your brother Shirui will join you in school this year, and then you will be more of you. Help him a little bit, don't fight, put yourself in the right position, understand?"
The butler squeezed his fists aside, almost out of breath:
"..."
He didn't expect that the master was so indifferent-after his own son escaped from the dead, the first thing he did was to beat Shi'an so that he would not stand in the way of the bastard.
Shi An let out a slow "Oh".
He thought about it seriously, then asked embarrassedly:
"... That, are you?"
Shi Zechun: "..."
The blue veins on his temple were stretched out, and his voice also carried a bit of gritted teeth: "Shi'an, don't think that this will work—"
Wen Yao's voice came from behind:
"Excuse me, excuse me."
Shi Zechun's anger was blocked in the middle, and he turned his head back with a face-shortly after, he saw the man standing behind Wen Yao.
At that moment, Shi Zechun felt that all his blood was frozen.
He took a step back subconsciously.
"Sir." Wen Yao turned sideways and greeted the people behind him: "This is the closest hostage."
The man is tall, tall and straight, with a blade-like coldness and sharpness, and a kind of killing air that can almost be realized.
His skin is extremely white, and his long hair is tied behind his head, flowing down like flowing silver.
Mu Heng lowered his eyes unhurriedly.
Under the silver-white eyelashes, the eyes are cold steel blue.
His eyes were cold, like a knife light that had quenched Xueshui, passing silently across the two people in front of him.
"Shi'an?"
His voice is as cold as his own, indifferent but low, with a touch of metal texture.
Shi An raised his head and looked over.
He slowly widened his eyes.
The racial instinct belonging to the dragon occupies the absolute peak, and there is no gap in the thinking.
-Wow!
-Bright! flash! flash!
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If my cub is not in human form, then it’s a completely different story.