I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 642: Mutation_1

Chapter 642: Chapter 642: Mutation_1

He Zhenqi’s brows were also deeply furrowed. This was the Liu Family’s private estate in Yenjing. Although its security level wasn’t as high as the main Liu residence, ordinary people couldn’t climb over the gate, not to mention appearing in the heavily guarded Young Master’s bookroom.

"Liu Bai, do you truly wish for Li Muyun to die?"

Liu Bai’s reaction wasn’t slow. He knew that whoever had managed to bypass so many guards and enter his bookroom without launching any attacks wasn’t an enemy. Furthermore, the words just spoken had clearly shown that they stood on the same side when it came to dealing with you.

"Yes! I want him dead!"

"Hmm, your determination is indeed strong, pity that your strength is insufficient."

"Who are you?"

"Me?" The voice let out a cold laugh, "I think you wouldn’t want to know my name."

Liu Bai snorted, "Humph! Hiding your head and showing your tail!"

He Zhenqi was equally startled by the stranger’s strength but knew that instead of talking at a distance, it would be better to sit down and have an honest conversation.

Unable to discern the source of the voice, He Zhenqi didn’t blindly search for the visitor. Instead, he bowed slightly to the air in front of him and said, "Since you have already come, why not show yourself and we’ll talk. After all, our common enemy is Li Muyun."

"Enemy? Hmph, hmph, hmph." As if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, the man let out a laugh that sent shivers down one’s spine.

Apart from anything else, just the faint sound of his laughter caused violent fluctuations in the air. If such fluctuations continued, the entire house might very well be torn apart!

Liu Bai and He Zhenqi exchanged glances, their shock evident. They had clearly not anticipated that their adversary would possess such terrifying strength.

"To me, Li Muyun is nothing more than a plaything."

"In that case, it seems you are already aware of the Purgatory Angels’ plan. Do you perchance have any better suggestions?"

He Zhenqi held his fists towards the air.

Although the owner of the voice sounded young, his strength far exceeded anything Liu Bai and He Zhenqi could comprehend. Thus, while they were awestruck, there was also a tinge of hopeful expectation.

They knew that with such exceptional strength, if he would help them, their success was almost guaranteed.

The stranger fell silent for a moment. Then, the indifferent and icy voice spread once more: "I have indeed read the Purgatory Angels’ plan, and because I found it interesting, I took the initiative to seek you out."

"What do you think, sir?"

"Just as I said before, interesting. The content of the plan is quite creative. To use the collective effort of nine superpowered beings to completely imprison a person’s thoughts in a space they created, to torment and play with him at will. However, that’s all it is—interesting—with not a hint of lethality to speak of. These foreigners think too simply, working only with their developed limbs and straightforward logical thinking. Moreover, the Purgatory Angels overlooked a key point."

The stranger paused, then continued, "Li Muyun possesses the unique Sen Luo Eye in this world. Even if his thoughts are imprisoned within the space, it won’t take long before he breaks out."

"Sen, Sen Luo Eye?!" He Zhenqi’s face was a mixture of shock and awe, clearly shaken by the news.

"What, are you scared?" The indifferent voice carried a hint of scorn.

He Zhenqi laughed coldly, "Li Muyun killed my brother; it’s a fight to the death between him and me!"

"If it’s a fight to the death, then you should join in this time."

"Hmm?" Liu Bai was stunned before saying, "No, it’s too dangerous in there!"

While in name Liu Bai and He Zhenqi had a master-servant relationship, in private they were as close as brothers. Having already lost Hong Ruinian, Liu Bai did not want to lose another close brother.

He Zhenqi didn’t argue with Liu Bai, but continued to inquire, "Sir, would you be willing to show yourself for a talk?"

"Very well."

As soon as the words were spoken, the air in front of He Zhenqi began to twist in a bizarre manner, giving one the feeling that their very soul might be torn into it!

What made He Zhenqi and Liu Bai bewildered even more was the sight that unfolded before them: a handsome young man in the prime of his life stepped out of that twisted space!

The moment Liu Bai clearly saw the young man’s face, his eyes suddenly widened, his body trembling violently as a sudden spiritual shock caused cold sweat to erupt from his forehead. He stammered out the newcomer’s name, "Li... Li... Zichen!!"

Li Zichen smiled with lowered eyebrows, a strange, demonic light gleaming in his eyes. That light slowly converged to form two eyes identical to Mother En’s—the Myriad Manifestation Eye.

An hour later, in a manor known as the Ghost Mansion situated by the mountainside, a woman with an elegant figure and graceful posture set down the newly acquired intelligence report. She slowly rose from her seat, glided past the white grand piano, and stood in front of the colossal, three-meter-tall French window, gazing at the captivating mountain scenery outside.

After a moment, the graceful woman gently parted her red lips, slowly uttering two words: "Ying Ning."

"Present," a shadow flashed suddenly behind the woman, and a stunningly beautiful woman with a curvy figure knelt on one knee.

"What do you think about Li Zichen and Liu Bai joining forces?" the first woman asked.

"Your subordinate believes that this is the perfect opportunity for Miss to turn the tables in her favor," Ying Ning replied.

"Do you really think so?"

"Yes," Ying Ning said with her head still lowered, her voice now containing a hint of resolve. "Miss, the opportunity to revive our clan lies before us. I beseech you to put aside personal feelings and prioritize the perpetual glory of our clan!"

"Heh, perpetual glory... Sigh, it’s alright, I know what to do now."

On Saturday afternoon, just like always, you sat alone in a secluded corner of the school library. The desk before you was cluttered with books, shielding you from all surrounding gazes like a trench.

Before long, you suddenly noticed some murmurings nearby, as if many people were whispering amongst themselves.

Such noise would have been tolerable elsewhere, but in the relatively quiet sanctuary of the library, it was particularly hard to bear. Annoyed, you rose abruptly, glared at everyone around you, and were just about to speak when you noticed a figure standing by your side, someone all too familiar.

"Zhao’er?"

Upon seeing Zhao’er, those onlookers naturally faded from your attention.

Zhao’er was as quiet as usual, tranquil as a chair.

She didn’t speak a word, did not smile or frown, yet she was still as breathtaking as a Heavenly Immortal, irresistibly captivating.

You hurriedly took hold of Zhao’er’s soft, boneless hand, guiding her to sit down, your face bearing a tender and doting smile. "Why are you back all of a sudden?"

"Fought with her, it was a draw, so I came back," Zhao’er said.

Upon hearing that Zhao’er had again clashed with the Empress, you quickly examined her for injuries. Finding none, you chided her: "Don’t fight with that woman anymore, she doesn’t know how to hold back. What if you get hurt?"

"Mm."

"Boom!"

A sudden arc of electricity flickered across the sky, and when you turned, you were shocked to find that the clear sky had darkened in an instant. At the same time, an extremely uncomfortable feeling welled up inside you.

You frowned, the inexplicable unease growing stronger and making you feel restless.

You quickly stood up, took Zhao’er by the hand, and hurried toward the library’s main entrance.

"Boom!"

No sooner had you stepped out of the library than a bolt of lightning struck the ground right outside, exploding upon impact!

The concrete was instantly scorched black!

PS: The first turning point of the book is coming! A completely different storyline is about to unfold! Dear readers, prepare yourselves mentally! What follows might make you accuse me of nonsense, curse me as shameless, or denounce me as an idiot, but I am who I am, a unique fruit!