Ch. 82 - I Can Do Anything
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Translator's note: Similar? Similar to what? The right eye similar to the left one? Well… of course it does…
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Translator's note: Similar? Similar to what? The right eye similar to the left one? Well… of course it does…
"How can this be!?" Wang Yanran exclaimed in disbelief. It wasn't the first time she had said these words, but she couldn't help but yell them again, astonished by Fang Xiu's continual shocking attacks. "You're too slow! Is this all a second-tier psychic can do? It seems like the two hundred spiritual coins I spent on hiring a killer were a waste," Fang Xiu's twisted and suppressed voice echoed during a break in the attack. Seemingly bored, Fang Xiu suddenly swung his scalpel, which burst into a dazzling silver light, outshining the moon for a moment. Then, the silver light transformed into a sword-like beam, piercing the sky and cleaving through all attacks, creating a clear path. Fang Xiu, like a phantom, darted through the gap, his figure flashing in the night sky. When he reappeared, he was already behind Wang Erni, his bright silver scalpel deftly positioned at her throat. "No!" Wang Yanran was horrified at the sight. But Fang Xiu, with a sinister smile, watched her coldly and then made a light cut. A wound appeared on Wang Erni's neck, but instead of blood, dense silver hair emerged. Clearly, as the host of the hair Specter, she had long been transformed beyond human. Human or Specter, the pain was equal for all. With a thud, Wang Erni collapsed to the ground. As she fell, the roaring water dragon dispersed, turning into a shower that fell to the earth. The fluttering silver hair rapidly retracted to its original form. After dealing with Wang Erni, Fang Xiu didn't look relieved, only dissatisfied. "Why are there no screams? No wails of agony?" A moment later, as if realizing something, he tilted his head and stared intently at Wang Yanran with his bloody red eyes. His voice, twisted and suppressed, said, "I understand now. It's because you turned her into a puppet. Well, then you will have to experience the pain in her place." Under the cold moonlight, Fang Xiu, enveloped in black mist, slowly walked toward Wang Yanran. His steps were slow, but each one seemed to press heavily on Wang Yanran's heart, tightening it with every step. Wang Yanran finally understood the feeling of falling from heaven to hell. The euphoria of having gained a second-tier psychic and a Class B Specter puppet had vanished. Now, she just wanted to survive. She also realized why Fang Xiu had said he was waiting for their arrival. He had indeed been waiting, waiting for all the puppeteers behind the scenes to show themselves before capturing them all at once. Still, there was one thing she couldn't understand. Fang Xiu was filled with such immense and chaotic Specter power, as if he was possessed by dozens of Specters simultaneously. And yet, Fang Xiu still retained his sanity and hadn't mutated. As Fang Xiu drew closer, Wang Yanran didn't choose to run. She knew all too well that with his ghostly speed, escape meant certain death. Instead, she considered that begging for mercy might offer her a slim chance of survival. This strategy, especially effective with men, had worked for her in the past. After all, few could resist a delicate beauty pleading for her life. She had encountered men with stronger wills, who would superficially agree to spare her in exchange for a moment of pleasure, planning to kill her afterward. But by then, it was too late for them, as they had already become her puppets. Psychics, though difficult to enslave, were most vulnerable during such intimate moments, making it the perfect time for her to invade their Spiritual Energy. "Not running?” Fang Xiu now stood beside Wang Yanran, his tall frame blocking the moonlight and casting a shadow over her. The wisps of black mist rising from his body entwined around him, with countless Specters writhing and roaring within. Frightened by this sight, Wang Yanran was unsure if her usual tactic would work on this man. He was unlike any she had met before. Her long, fair legs suddenly bent, and she knelt in the mud, creating a stark contrast between the black mud and her white skin. Her alluring face was filled with fear, her eyes red and seemingly brimming with tears. "Please, don't kill me. I was only following orders from the head of Bright Club," she pleaded. Fang Xiu's lips curled into a sinister smile. "Don't worry, I won't kill you. I just want to infuse my pain into you, that's all." 'Pain? Infusion?' Wang Yanran paused, wondering if he was using a new slang term for something else. 'Could this be my chance?' She quickly grabbed Fang Xiu's trouser leg, her face wearing a pleading look mixed with subtle seduction. Then she said with a pleading and flattering smile, "I'd be willing to do anything for you as long as you spare my life." Lifting her neck, her sensual face was a picture of vulnerability mixed with a hint of temptation. Kneeling, especially with her head raised and wearing a deep wine-red long dress, revealed her fair skin and enticing cleavage. However, Fang Xiu remained completely unmoved by Wang Yanran's attempts at seduction. Instead, his right eye glowed a more intense crimson, and the smile on his lips grew even more sinister. "OK, this is what you deserve," Fang Xiu remarked, lifting his scalpel. The shadow it cast on Wang Yanran's face resembled a mantis raising its forelegs, ominous and threatening. Wang Yanran's complexion changed drastically as she realized her mistake. The 'pain' and 'infusion' Fang Xiu referred to were not what she had thought. The scalpel was already at her throat. "No, please, don't do this, I beg you. I was wrong to attack you. I'll do anything you want, just spare me. I can bring you pleasures like you've never experienced before. I'm skilled in many ways; it's sure to satisfy you. You can try first, and if you're not satisfied, you can kill me at any time," she pleaded, even daring to lick Fang Xiu's fingers. Wang Yanran locked eyes with Fang Xiu, her gaze full of tenderness and allure. She had been told many times that her eyes were her most attractive feature, capable of captivating any man. She believed even Fang Xiu wouldn't be an exception. Indeed, under her gaze, Fang Xiu's previously fierce expression began to soften, and the black mist surrounding him slowly dissipated. He looked intently into Wang Yanran's eyes, his own eyes revealing an unusual fascination, and even reached out to gently touch her smooth cheek. Wang Yanran was overjoyed, continuing her silent but powerful seduction. She knew that silence could be more effective than words at such a moment. "These eyes, they are so similar," Fang Xiu said all of a sudden.