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Translator's note: In China, you can find the horse toy almost everywhere along the street. They are for kids, and you need to throw 1 yuan to get a riding experience for like two or three minutes. It played music during the process.
Ma Wenbin rushed crazily toward the Flesh Specter like a shadow made of blood.
BOOM!
He waved a punch, and the blood on his body burst, turning into a red flood that fiercely struck the flesh Specter's chest.
BANG!
His punch blasted a huge hole in the Specter's chest!
Seeing this, Ma Wenbin smiled, happy he was right—this Specter was a weak one.
Before he could celebrate, however, the Specter roared wildly as if provoked. The roar spread like a visible wave, deafening. Then, the Specter's flesh swelled rapidly, like tumors fighting to grow inside it.
It grew bigger and bigger, filling the corridor with flesh, even sealing the hole in its chest. It kept swelling, and the ceiling and walls creaked under the pressure.
Ma Wenbin knew he was in great trouble now, but he had to face Fang Xiu's attack from behind. He blocked the silver hairpins with his blood and, without thinking, punched the Specter again.
The red flood hit it hard. This time, though, something strange happened. The Specter exploded like a bomb as if a chemical reaction happened inside.
It blew up.
Bloody flesh chunks, tumors, organs, and intestines exploded, covering the corridor. Ma Wenbin wondered if it had self-destructed.
The explosion was big, but Ma Wenbin and Fang Xiu, protected by blood and silver hair, blocked the flesh bomb.
Ma Wenbin didn't have much time to think. Seeing his path was cleared, he quickly tried to escape. But then, a flesh wall rose in front of him.
The flesh on the ground grew like it was alive. It swelled and connected, forming a flesh wall.
As the flesh wall formed, other flesh pieces also grew and connected. In a moment, the whole corridor was covered in flesh, making a Flesh Corridor.
The flesh kept moving, and even acid leaked out. It was like being inside a creature's stomach.
SWISH! SWISH!
Many tentacle-like growths came out of the Flesh Corridor, attacking Ma Wenbin fiercely.
Fang Xiu wasn't attacked, as the Flesh Specter seemed to mistake him for another Specter. After all, the Specter wanted humans more than their kind.
However, Fang Xiu wasn't completely safe—the stomach acid corroded many of his silver hair strands. Luckily, his hair kept growing and repairing itself, so he could hold on for a while.
In contrast, Ma Wenbin wasn't so lucky. He was under direct attack.
Countless tentacle-like flesh growths attacked him from all directions. He had no choice but to keep swinging his blood to attack them. However, these acid-releasing flesh growths seemed highly resistant to corrosion, rendering Ma Wenbin's blood attacks almost useless.
"Aaaaah!" Moments later, amidst Ma Wenbin's desperate screams, the growths enveloped him, sucking his blood like countless leeches.
"No!"
Just then, Fang Xiu acted. With his silver hair, he pierced Ma Wenbin's brain through the gaps between the sprouts, absorbing the Spiritual Energy first.
This move completely enraged the Flesh Specter.
The next moment, numerous flesh growths grew from the ground beneath Fang Xiu, and the flesh under his feet started moving, threatening to swallow him like a swamp.
Facing this danger, Fang Xiu smiled. He knew he was the Flesh Specter's nemesis. The Flesh Specter, not fearing corrosion and able to absorb blood, was still vulnerable to someone like him who excelled in close combat and could exploit its exposed flesh.
SWISH!
A scalpel flew out, charged with Fang Xiu's dark Spiritual Energy, stabbing fiercely into the Flesh Corridor.
The power of pain erupted.
The Flesh Corridor instantly wailed in agony as if cursed fatally. Its flesh boiled like hot water and then began to wither and burst.
Moments later, all the flesh turned into a pool of blood, and the Flesh Corridor disappeared.
Ma Wenbin, now a dried-up corpse, lay dead on the ground, beyond any hope of life.
Soon, stillness settled in.
Indeed, the Flesh Specter was strong but not strong enough against the power of pain.
After dealing with Bright Club, Fang Xiu felt a bit relieved, as he now had fewer enemies.
It wasn't all because he held grudges; he just couldn't share the world with his enemies, as it made him uncomfortable.
After absorbing the Spiritual Energy of Ma Wenbin and his lackeys, the hair Specter not only recovered from its previous exhaustion but seemed to have grown stronger.
If this continued, Fang Xiu felt his hair might eventually become an S-class Specter. "My hair, an S-class Specter?" That didn't sound too bad.
Just then, Fang Xiu's phone rang. He pulled out the encrypted phone from the Investigation Bureau and saw that it was a call from Su Kexin.
Upon answering, he heard Su Kexin's soft and anxious voice.
"Agent Fang, are you alright? Director Wang has asked all investigators to come to headquarters. There's a situation in Greenvine! Nightmare's Specter Zone seems to have evolved—it can affect reality now."
"Understood," Fang Xiu replied calmly, then hung up.
The call wasn't much of a surprise to him. After all, with Greenvine invaded by Nightmare's Specter Zone and Nightmare seemingly gaining epic-level strength, the Bureau would act sooner or later.
However, Fang Xiu didn't trust what Su Kexin said completely. After all, he had encountered similar situations in Nightmare's dreamscapes.
Everything in a dream could be false.
But he still needed to visit the Investigation Bureau. If it really was a trap by Nightmare, it meant Nightmare might be in the Bureau too.
After leaving the Bright, Fang Xiu stepped onto the streets and was startled to find Greenvine shrouded in shadows.
The shadow, like a cage, had sealed off the entire city.
The moon was no longer visible in the sky, replaced by a pair of massive scarlet eyes—Nightmare's eyes! They hung in the sky like two bloody moons, indifferently overseeing all life below.
The street scenes took on a surreal quality; the once lively buildings now seemed distorted, as if the picture quality had suddenly dropped from high definition to standard.
Fang Xiu walked calmly on these eerie streets, his clear, lone figure contrasting with the blurry, distorted surroundings.
As he walked, at the end of the street, a vintage rocking horse machine appeared out of nowhere.
It rocked on its own without any coins inserted, as if an innocent child was joyfully riding it. A cheerful children's song was playing from the horse, adding to the eerie atmosphere.