novelraw Chapter 927 899: The Hybrid Beast
Chapter 927 899: The Hybrid Beast
——For a long time, I've been searching
——Searching to the point where I'm almost forgetting who I am
——But waiting is also painful
——What can I do? All I can do is wait here
——Waiting for a truth?
——No! That's not what I'm searching for
——If what I'm waiting for is a battle with no chance of winning
——Even if you would laugh
——Even if I'm seen as someone defying fate
——I wouldn't halt because giving up would be an act of betrayal
The records in words have unknowingly formed a bad habit; one foot dangling in mid-air, the other bent like a table allowing its owner to comfortably record the contents of his mind. Although sometimes it seems chaotic, those unspeakable feelings cannot be understood or interpreted even if expressed.
The summer dusk always carries the taste of scorching heat, even as the fiery red sun slopes down from the horizon, the rising heat still churns in the air. Before the eye is a sea of blurred and distorted shadows, where among towering buildings lurks beasts that plunder recklessly, patiently waiting for prey to fall into their trap.
A pair of pitch-black eyes gazes at the end of the street. This is the only entry point, but not the only exit. Many may wonder, since it's not the only exit, places to exit must also be places to enter, for they are interconnected. But insiders will forever not comprehend the different meanings of entering and exiting, you can come in and you can go out, the difference being the manner of leaving.
The person he's waiting for hasn't arrived, although the street entrance bustles with people, it's far from deserted; rather, it's vibrant like a tapestry, brimming with vitality driving the city's economic benefits.
"Young master, the master has arrived!" The unfortunate man, after searching all over the main area, found that the person he was looking for never left. He stood respectfully behind, unsure whether he was purposely lowering his voice or if it was always like that; the voice, polished like sand grains, became a distinct sound.
"Has Flame Swallow not arrived?" He put away his notebook; he no longer had time to wait. He might not come; he just felt it was better not to come earlier, as such blind development amid unpredictable processes isn't good for anyone; the anger had made him more impulsive.
Will the war be avoided? Xiao Lin stood up, took one last look at the entrance street, and followed behind him into the building.
Not only rats and insects live in the sewers; droplets dripped from above, rippling the undried pool below.
A mismatched animal explored with its adorable head towards a deep hole; if nothing unexpected happens, nearby one could see a wrinkled old lady. One person and one dog are already a scenic line of Liger City, living a begging life yet always staying away from crowds. They are always found in the streets and alleys, the stooping back and intermittent low growls attracting curious gazes, among which some are sympathetic facilities.
The old woman is quite a character; you give her, she takes it, but she doesn't want money; you can give her food, preferably meat, but absolutely not coins. Despite many people initially not understanding such character, she'd make them exchange money for meat without rejecting goodwill. Curiosity killed the cat, so those following her to know where she took those bloody meats went missing in the end.
The air was heavily laden with miasma; such an environment wasn't suitable for living. Excessive harmful substances would make people's bodies turn bad. Xiao Lin squatted down and picked up the clueless dog. "Where is your owner?"
Even though someone lifted it from the ground, the dog bared its teeth, the sharp teeth turning its cute mismatched face surprisingly vicious. It barked twice and growled at him.
"Young master, it seems to really like you." The mismatched animal didn't let strangers approach, just like its owner.
"Why did you bring me here?" In Xiao Lin's arms, the mismatched creature was quiet; he furrowed his brow, neither scanning the surroundings nor doing anything unusual, the hand pressing on its head seemed like massaging the troubled area, inconspicuously narrowing his eyes, the hand's force appeared just right to make it very comfortable.
"Because the master is inside!"
"Lying isn't a good habit, remember to find a better place next time; this place is too easily exposed. Where is the master now?" He wasn't intent on seeing blood today; the hand on the mismatched creature changed to kneading, and the obedient dog suddenly raised its upper body, baring its teeth at the person behind Xiao Lin. Dogs communicate with human nature; Xiao Lin wasn't its owner, having telepathy wasn't surprising. It submitting to this person is akin to having a second master.
"This... Young master…" The lie unexpectedly got uncovered so quickly, those behind were curious why he still followed along.
"You're Lao Jiu's subordinate, imitation indeed could be said nearly perfect, however, still slightly lacking; wanting to learn Master Qin's voice without removing some vocal cords isn't possible. But you've already done well." The mismatched creature in Xiao Lin's arms began to struggle, becoming extremely unstable, even a bit frenzied. "Hush!" Xiao Lin placed his finger between the mismatched animal's nostrils, staring into its round eyes with pitch-black pupils. "State your true purpose!"
"The City Lord doesn't wish for you to meet Xiao Zhenfeng." Smart people won't stubbornly deny what's uncovered; during the journey here, they likely had already prepared there.
"Ah!" Xiao Lin sighed; enduring isn't easy, especially before lucrative temptations. "Where is the master?"
"While we came here, the City Lord should have taken him to the Liger Building."
It wasn't coercion; Lao Jiu intended to meet the old man before him, unfortunately, used the wrong method. Xiao Lin set down the mismatched creature; he didn't want to see blood today, but that didn't mean others.
A burst of dog barking followed by a poignant cry resounded behind; the miasmic environment was unfit for human survival. For those long-lived underground, habituation allows survival; the mismatched creature's teeth recently looked quite white, as it hadn't had a feast in quite some time. This meal should be satisfying! Its owner should thank him.
Veiled by the fog, the interior wasn't visible; the sound of tearing and beastly roaring now seemed especially pleasing.
Xiao Lin at the exit lit a cigarette, the grinding crunch and dragging sounds heading not towards him but deeper inside. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to vote on Qidian (qidian.com) for recommendation or monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation.)