Chapter 244 - Who would Stop Me?

"Speakers?" Captain didn't know what they meant by that, but the leader didn't explain. The latter only continued to give orders were for which feeds to watch and which people to watch carefully. The only strange thing was that… "Hm? Where did he go? Is it just me, or we did lose Song Qixi?"

…

The man was actually shot as well. However, the bullet only grazed his waist. He only found a secret nook and sat down before hugging the head that he had been holding onto for a while. Song Qixi started to laugh out at himself. "Youlan, did you see that? We almost got him. We will surely get him next time… so… so just sleep here in my arms, okay?"

Song Qixi, despite the energy burst, just slouched and placed the head on his crossed legs. He was so exhausted from going around. Ever since the formation fell, he was all over that place—ah, no… ever since that nurse died. His hands then went to wipe down at his face, smearing Chu Youlan's and his blood on his face.

"Mister… are you lonely?"

Song Qixi turned to his side and saw a girl there that he didn't notice earlier. He only stared at her, through those glasses whose frame had a crack, letting one of the lenses have a gap from the top. His deadpan eyes descended on a rather familiar figure. It was Mian Qingwei…

However, he only glared at her. He already ran out of bullets, dealing with those soldiers. There was nothing to use against this entity. Song Qixi could only glare at it to death. Her face had gone so close, but Song Qixi never felt a breath brushing his face.

"...oh… it's Senior Qixi…?" The woman twitched. She knew this man. He was that boy the matriarch had raised alongside her own daughter. However, he had made a formal exit from the Mian family in his pursuits to make the Song family pay for killing his parents because they eloped. Well, according to him when he was younger…

"Am I supposed to know you?" Song Qixi failed to cross-reference the photos to the actual face. It was either Song Qixi was really exhausted now or that he was still grieving the death of his supposed girlfriend. Well, Mian Qingwei was making herself virtually impossible to recognize after all. When she cleared the ghastly face, her sunken eyes made her identity clear to him. "Hmph, so it's you, Mian Qingwei."

"You should call me Qingwei. Senior Brother, do you know… I saw Feng'er here… do you know him?" Mian Qingwei's eyes glittered. "Do you know where he is? I really… really want his blood… so pure..."

"His blood cannot be pure anymore. He has a blood transfusion with that bastard before. If anything, his blood is very dirty now… just like that bastard's. I think you know that bastard more as Hades." Song Qixi found it strange to be having a chat with a non-human, but he was stroking a severed head, wasn't he?

Mian Qingwei narrowed her eyes. "No, no, Senior Brother, listen. There's something in his blood that's very, very appealing to me. I really, really want it. If it's not pure Mian blood, what else could it be? It's… I really, really want to drink it… but… the blood from his body is burning me..."

A hand pushed up the slipping glasses, and Song Qixi only hummed. "Maybe it's the serum from Project Hades? It's in his blood after all. Or that it's the demon's faded blood. I have no idea what it..." He then turned to the woman. "Your mother's name is… Mian Chang, right?"

"Yep, I also have a big brother, Qingtao, but… but..."

"Hm, Mian Qingtao is held hostage by that Hades. You should know… Hades's grandmother is your mother's older sister, Mian Lengleng. You're closer than you probably think." Song Qixi hummed, but his words actually froze the girl. Her eyes had been staring widely at him.

She then assumed her ghost aura. "You lie… my brother… is dead..."

Song Qixi then looked down at the head he had been c.a.r.e.s.sing. "Then, fine. Forget about what I said."

Mian Qingwei then looked down at the head, and she wondered how he was related to that girl. However, she didn't ask and simply left his side. She was thinking of eating him after he tried shooting her down. It's just that… he had this thing inside him that made Mian Qingwei not want to eat him anymore. Either that, she was still capable of showing compassion…

"...I'm not even worthy to be eaten?" Song Qixi flicked his gaze at the space that Mian Qingwei just occupied. He then sighed and leaned on the wall behind him. "Youlan, I want to sleep… you were complaining earlier that you were so tired running around and barely having any time to sleep. Hehe, I haven't even slept for three days straight now. Though you did give me energy earlier..."

"Master, you're talking to a head with no neck..."

Song Qixi opened his eyes and turned to the side. There was a black flood covering the entrance, and the sergeant knew that it was actually Abaddon. He didn't understand why this one had started to speak to him now. He used to not even care about this King as soon as it had concealed itself in the paddock reserved for him. Had it eaten a lot of servile nurses and staff in this place that it had learned about human empathy?

Then again, that was absurd. Song Qixi was about to speak when shoulders began to protrude from the black flood. Headless bodies of n.a.k.e.d women showed up and almost slid up to Song Qixi's knee. He quickly picked up the head on his l.a.p and growled. "What are you doing?! I don't need someone else's body!"

"...did she lose hers?" The bodies were taken back after the rejection. If Song Qixi didn't want it, then Abaddon wouldn't insist. However, it was strange. All the other Kings would eat the dead; he only knew two Kings who would rather leave out the head.

"Most of it." Song Qixi didn't want to answer and continue chatting with another non-human, but he didn't have anyone else at the moment. Even when growing up, he would rather be alone than be secretly mocked by the other Mian kids. Only Mian Yunmi was good to him, but she was invested in the arts as well.

Right now, he was talking to spirits. Ah, if this continued, he would be as mad as that bastard, Liu Xiaodan.

Abaddon then shrugged its shoulders if it had any. "It's probably that black bird who didn't like heads. If the limbs were spared, then it's definitely him. I have decided to show gratitude to Master… the offerings in the Sick Hall had made me stronger. However, I have to digest their souls longer.

"By then… who would be able to stop me? With Guangru sealed, Xiaodan could only rely on himself."