Book 4: Chapter 1: Night Rush

Book 4: Chapter 1: Night Rush

I was confused for about a minute and just looked at him, but Poker-Face didnt stop at all. He grabbed my neck, pushed me to the side to avoid a claw, and then used the knife in his other hand to slash at the things behind him.

When compared to an ordinary knife, that black-gold knife was like a completely different weapon in his hands. I saw a black person get their entire shoulder cut off, the stench of blood instantly exploding in the air. But more black figures immediately surged up and I woke up from my confused state. The black figures were rushing up from under the stone temple like a black tide, and the first batch was already piling up in front of me like black waves. A dozen claws with long nails reached up to scratch my face.This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

Since the light was dim and they were very dark, it was hard to make out their human-like forms. But their claws were white, so at first glance, it seemed as if countless claws were scrambling to grab me.

But I had finally come to my senses at this time, so I quickly retreated backwards. This retreat was basically done by leaning back and twisting from side to side, but the black tide rushed to the top of the temple like countless exploding claws. I used up all of my strength to avoid them, but they were barely a millimeter away from me. I turned to the edge of the temples rooftop right as that black tide surged over it.

Poker-Face pulled me over, and the two of us leaped into the air. As we jumped from the top of the temple, we ended up jumping right towards that black spot and the void.

Fatty's flares were still high up in the air, and it was in that moment that I knew why he had set so many of them off.

It seemed that everything in the worlds second most valuable tomb had woken up, including the corpses. Poker-Face must have rushed to my side through the gaps in these surging black waves and countless claws. There was absolutely no room for mistakes, and even a moments hesitation would have found him swallowed up by the black tide. It didnt matter whether he was highly skilled or the best of the best, with such a large number of opponents, hed absolutely end up dead.(1)

Yes! Theyve planned everything out.

Since the light enabled me to better perceive how high up we were, I felt that Poker-Face should be able to land safely. Feeling a little relieved now, I turned my head to look at my own situation and suddenly felt a sharp pain. I looked at the black spots dark surface and found that I was so close to it that there wasnt any distance at all.

I looked at that black surface reflecting my face and suddenly saw my expression twist.

At this time, I heard some strange sounds coming from the dark spot, as if someone was muttering to himself.

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TN Notes:

(1) I had to take some liberties with this one because Wu Xie makes a pun on Poker-Faces nickname. The raw said something like whether he was a stuffy oil bottle or a top grade stuffy oil bottle, so I used whether he was highly skilled or the best of the best instead. Its my fault for calling him Poker-Face instead of Stuffy Oil Bottle (aka menyouping), but I will go down with this ship because Stuffy Oil Bottle sounds stupid in English lol.