CH 60

Xiao Lan has no idea how long he's been walking up the stairs, which, like it seems on the outside, are just a monotonous repetitive loop that makes you wonder if it's trying to trap people in here.

In the midst of the nerve-racking monotony of walking up the stairs, Xiao Lan suddenly felt a faint breeze pass by his cheek. It was a light breeze, but it seemed to carry a sharp edge that made his skin tingle slightly.

A keen warning of the crisis worked and Xiao Lan subconsciously dodged to one side.

Immediately afterwards, he saw a mark as if cut by a sharp blade left on the ground where he had been standing, which remained deep in the ground, while it looked clearly nothing ahead.

What is attacking Xiao Lan?

The next moment, a black gust of wind swept past Xiao Lan.

Luo, who had been standing quietly at Xiao Lan's side, suddenly leapt out, rarely acting without Xiao Lan's orders. His fingertips glinted with dark claws and he struck at what appeared to be an empty spot.

Immediately afterwards, a shrill scream rang through the air.

It was not clear what it sounded like, it was not the sound of a creature Xiao Lan was familiar with.

Luo's form flipped through the air, and with every attack he landed, some black mist could be seen ripped out of the air, as if he was in front of a stealthy monster.

After several exchanges, Luo withdrew his claws and stopped his attack, returning to Xiao Lan with a graceful stride.

Xiao Lan was puzzled: "What happened?"

Luo slowly straightened his sleeve: "I felt a certain part of me for a moment just now, he should have been attacking everything that came near by instinct, that's why he attacked you."

Xiao Lan looked forward, and to his vision the stairs were still plain and unimpressive, yet something had just attacked him from there.

Luo explained, "Now he should be in hiding, his aura has become so faint that it is difficult to find unless one is sensing from the same origin like I am."

Xiao Lan was a little curious: "None of the other parts of you seem to possess sanity like you do."

Luo smiled slightly, "Just as there is only one human brain, there is certainly only one part of me that has the ability to think."

Although almost lost in a long dark torment.

Xiao Lan: "Can we find any trace of him now?"

"I can't feel it once I'm a little further away, this place is affecting my perception." Luo shook his head, "Keep going sir, he's bound to come to me of his own accord now that he has sensed my presence."

He gave a smile with a few murderous touches looking ahead, "After all ...... we are all equally eager to devour each other."

Xiao Lan was a little concerned, "Will it affect you in any way if you need to devour a part of you every time you find it?"

Luo's nicely shaped eyes turned to Xiao Lan, a golden layer flushed under his dark eyes, as if to read something on his face: "The more I devour, the closer I get to the original me. All these parts look very aggressive, would you feel fear or disgust if the original me was a crazy monster, sir?"

Xiao Lan pondered this hypothesis for a moment, "I don't think that with your pride you would allow yourself to become a senseless monster."

Although we hadn't known each other for very long, Xiao Lan could feel the pride in Luo that was engrained in his bones and had been there since he was just a dark shadow in an envelope.

"Heh heh heh ......"

Luo laughed in a low voice, and the sound of his low voice was tingling in the ears.

He looked earnestly at Xiao Lan, then leaned over slightly, "I appreciate your trust, sir, and I will do my best to keep my sanity."

It was a great feeling ...... to have someone trust him like that in something that even he didn't have confidence in himself. It seems he also has to work a little harder not to let his master down.

--

Having temporarily resolved the attack, the two men continued on their way.

I don't know how long I walked, but the staircase, which I could not see the end of, gradually appeared to end, and ahead of me was a cold white light, like from an old fluorescent lamp, and I could vaguely see what seemed to be a room behind it.

However, several figures stood silently at the end of the stairs, blocking their way.

A mother and daughter standing hand in hand with their heads bowed, next to their own little ball of leather that keeps bouncing in place.

The pregnant woman, soaked to the skin and dripping water, had a pool of water that seemed to be alive under her feet.

The cultist, who is holding his head in Meng Ze's body, is looking at Xiao Lan with an impish grin.

Soaked in a pool of blood, the couple crawled on all fours, the blood beneath them slowly snaking down the stairs.

Neighbours reunited after a short absence.

They waited in silence, as if welcoming the duo. This time it looked as if they were ready to join forces and then give the two guys in front of them a socialite fancy beating.

The blood underneath the lovers' bodies flowed a little bit to Xiao Lan, who unceremoniously stomped on it and then backhanded it from his storage space [it was a dagger tainted with poison].

Although the daggers were mostly useless against the obviously inhuman former neighbours in front of them, at most cutting a bit of their manipulated clothes hair corpse or something.

But the most important thing in a fight is momentum!

Xiao Lan, who has been on the night shift for many years and has a lot of experience in punching hoodlums and kicking gangsters, said this.

As long as you go out on the field with the air of "I'm the best", you've won half the fight.

The dagger in Xiao Lan's hand pulled a beautiful blade in the air.

He sank his face and looked at the few people in front of him with a ruthless expression, "Who will go first?"

At this moment, Luo beside him was also very cooperative, flashing the sharp claws on his fingertips, a dangerous smile on his lips, the two of them together looked like the wildest cubs on the street.

The couple duo who bore the brunt: "......"

It seems that some bad memories have surfaced, and even after life and death, they are still engraved in my mind and will not fade away.

Looking at the two Xiao Lan who were getting closer and closer, the man in the couple had a bright idea and he said to his girlfriend, "Ya, let's break up, I don't think we are suitable, I really can't stand you anymore."

The female ghost in the pool of blood burst into a rage: "Damn it, my name is Xiao Li!!!"

The male ghost did not flinch and swung his arms up and began to resist, and the two ghosts then battled into a pile. The two ghosts then fought to a standstill, splashing blood all over their bodies and flinging it all over the stairs, which was quite a sight.

As they fought back and forth, they gradually moved away from the heart of the battle circle and tended to fight further and further away.

What a way to advance and retreat, I really underestimated the wisdom of these two before.

The rest of the neighbours: "......"

What can we do when our dog teammates just sell us out?

The pregnant woman gave the single mother a look: fight?

Single mothers: you do it, you're on.

Pregnant woman: I can't handle these two animals!

Single mothers: am I ever going to get it right!

Pregnant woman: they're still holding that smelly tin from your daughter!

Single Mothers: ......

Aunt Xiao 娘：委屈巴巴......

The cultist on one side of the room had already covered his face with his hands and was technically offline.

This scene perfectly reveals that impromptu wild teams are just so unreliable.

While they were still indulging in eye contact, Xiao Lan gave Luo a look that Luo understood in seconds.

The next second, Xiao Lan used [You Can't See Me] to remove his presence from the consciousness of the ghosts in front of him. At the same time, Luo disappeared into a black shadow.

Unfortunately, Luo's trick to help hide his scent can only be used when Xiao Lan is stationary and will be exposed if he needs to move.

By the time a few of the good New Age neighbours had recovered from eye contact, the fierce god in front of them had disappeared.

They breathed a quiet sigh of relief, even though they no longer needed to breathe.

--

Leaving the stairs, Xiao Lan headed for a hidden spot on the fifth floor.

This so-called fifth floor looks odd.

It is like a maze of countless rooms, all interconnected, with as few as two or three or as many as four or five doors in each room, so that to get to the next one you have to pass through the previous one.

Xiao Lan pushes through several unoccupied, silent rooms in quick succession, and is about to open the next door when Luo takes hold of his wrist.

Luo curled his lips, "Excuse me sir, can I open this door?"

Xiao Lan knew in a second that this must be the rest of Luo hiding inside, and he stepped back in good faith, watching as Luo reached out and pushed his hand towards the unknown door.

This time Xiao Lan finally saw the dark figure in front of him.

This black shadow was nothing like the one in Rokudo Onsen, he was like a spider web interlaced and coiled on the roof, with no specific shape and it was difficult to distinguish the head from the tail.

When he saw Luo pushing through the door, he looked furious, his tentacle-like black shadows dancing wildly as he came straight at Luo.

Luo flew to meet the dark figure's attack and before he left he took the time to say to Xiao Lan, "Sir, please wait for a moment."

Xiao Lan also understands that this is Luo's battlefield and he won't presume to step in to help him.

The slender figures battled with the pitch-black tentacles waving in the sky, each attack from both sides unrelenting as they fought to tear each other apart, the air constantly filled with scattered black debris.

Luo's flailing claws cut through the numerous tentacles that assaulted him, causing the dark figure to let out an ear-splitting scream.

In the next instant more tentacles came, some cut off, some dodged, and some pierced his arms and body, leaving blood as black as ink from the wounds.

The colour of the blood is a clear reminder to the onlooker of Luo's non-human status.

Luo reached up and wiped away the blood that clung to his cheek, his face a chaser's excitement, even if as he moved more and more blood lowered from his wound, leaving black marks on the ground.

Luo looked at the pitch-black tentacles roaming in front of him and grinned, his teeth looking white: "Want to devour me?"

As if in response, the tentacles dance even more furiously.

"Heh heh heh ......" Luo curled his lips and his eyes were full of pride, "With you, it's impossible."

At these words, the tentacles, as if enraged, came at Luo with a fury that looked as if they could crush everything in the next moment.

Yet right in front of him, Luo's figure disappears.

In the next instant, countless sharp flashes cut off all the black tentacles in the sky, turning them into black smoke and dust.

The black shadow let out a high-pitched, piercing scream, but it could not stop Luo from reaching into his core, which was swallowed up bit by bit with a roar of resignation and anger.

Luo tidied up his clothes, and after devouring the dark shadows the wounds on his body began to recover rapidly, and perhaps it would not be long before they were completely gone.

He is walking towards Xiao Lan who is waiting with a smile on his face.

Suddenly, a sharp pain struck, a pain that seemed to be a hard tearing of the soul, violent and sharp, tormenting every ounce of Luo's consciousness.

It was, from the depths of the soul, the most painful of memories, only to be taken back again at this moment.

The scene of being torn apart at the time came to mind, and with it the pain of that moment swept back in.

"Luo bit his lip tightly, barely suppressing the cry of pain that was about to come out, but he could no longer maintain his standing posture, and he fell to one knee, but straightened his back and refused to fall.

Seeing that something was wrong, Xiao Lan rushed over and held Luo's faltering body: " Luo! What's wrong with you?"

Luo looked up, and Xiao Lan realised that the situation was worse than he had expected. Luo's handsome face was cracked and broken, revealing a dark interior like a fine broken piece of porcelain.

Black blood was running outwards along the cracks in his body and he looked in a very bad way.

Leaning into Xiao Lan's arms, Luo forced himself to speak, his voice hoarse and broken: "I'm sorry ...... I may ...... not be able to maintain my human form for a while... ...... please, sir."

Xiao Lan nodded at him, "I'll take you through."

Luo smiled reluctantly, "Thank ...... you."

After saying that, he seemed to be losing consciousness.

Xiao Lan hastened to add his own question, "Wait! What will you become?"

From his arms came Luo's unmistakable voice: "No ...... know ......"

Xiao Lan was a bit worried when he was holding the unconscious Luo, what if you turned into a black puddle? I don't know if I'll be stupid if I split you into two bottles ......