Chapter 70: Who is the Villain? |
Meng Ting silently entered the house, effortlessly opening the two inner and outer doors.
Han Liangjun's guesthouse had three floors, with the upper two used as guest rooms. He and his wife had converted a storage room on the first floor into a bedroom. The old-fashioned locks in this rural house were virtually useless against Meng Ting.
Although he had not undergone physical enhancement, he could easily twist off the locks with his strength. However, there was no need for such a display. Although he had not taken any assassination jobs since working for Death Hive, he was still skilled at these small tricks.
Quietly, like a true Grim Reaper, elegantly and silently taking lives—this was the killing creed Meng Ting believed in.
So, while Meng Ting's attitude was arrogant, thinking it necessary to kill Guan Shan in a humiliating manner, he would not cause any unnecessary trouble. Killing Guan Shan was enough.
Meng Ting grabbed the spare key to the guest room and knocked out Han Liangjun and his wife.
He walked up the stairs step by step, looking at the room door at the corner, almost able to imagine the scene inside the room.
Guan Shan must be confused and helpless, he thought.
Looking at his uncontrollable body, Guan Shan would know an enemy had arrived, wanting to return to his body but unable to, anxiously circling in place.
Li Li's ability was to make those who thought themselves strong lose their reliance, destroying their confidence and dignity in one fell swoop.
Sometimes, special abilities were just unreasonable like this.
"And now, I'm here to show you what true unreasonableness looks like."
Meng Ting chuckled lightly, calmly using the key to unlock the door and pushing it open.
However, what greeted his eyes was not Guan Shan.
In the dimly lit room, a pale, twisted clown face was illuminated by the faint blue moonlight outside the window.
The clown's face was wrinkled, as if a peeled human face was forcibly placed on another. The white makeup was uneven, with skin color showing at the edges.
The clown had a comical makeup, but the corners of its mouth drooped, smeared with bright red lipstick.
Blood-red streaks flowed from its eyes, spreading across its cheeks as if splashed with blood.
The clown seemed to be in immense pain, but its makeup remained in a perpetual smile.
This contradictory and eerie image exuded a strange beauty.
Moreover, the clown was semi-transparent, covered in ghostly flames, adding to its terror.
The clown's eyes, stained red around the edges, seemed to burn with black flames, conveying a sense of madness.
"Grim Reaper? You really are one..."
The clown murmured to itself, then mockingly whispered, "Hey, come here! I'm waiting for you!"
"Buzz—Woo—"
The clown instantly revved the chainsaw in its hand, the high-speed rotating teeth screeching as they cut through the air.
Normally, such a long chainsaw would require both hands, but the clown wielded it single-handedly, holding a pistol in the other.
Meng Ting's pupils contracted, his smile freezing, as several question marks popped up in his mind.
Who the hell is this?! Who is supposed to be the assassin here?! Is it me? Or this clown with a chainsaw ready to dismember me?
But he quickly understood. There was no way someone could suddenly appear in the room, and the familiar weapons and semi-transparent state made it clear to Meng Ting, even if he guessed with his toes.
"This is... Guan Shan?!"
Things were very different from what Meng Ting had expected, shocking him.
Meng Ting looked closely and saw that these weapons were indeed Guan Shan's usual ones, and Guan Shan's body was still sitting in the chair not far away.
Where Guan Shan got these weapons from, unless he explained personally, no one would know.
But one thing was certain: he was more composed than Meng Ting had imagined.
He not only quickly mastered the spirit form.
But also, somehow, even as a spirit, he could use his signature spatial ability, bringing out his weapons to lay in wait.
Normally, after "Soul Capture," the spirit and body would be separated, making it impossible to use abilities.
Meng Ting quickly hid his shock, coldly smiling, "Looks like I underestimated you! To have such skill..."
"But even if you can use abilities in your spirit form, it won't change the fact that I'll kill you."
A spirit form was not without combat capability, but due to its semi-physical nature, its strength and speed would be greatly reduced, sometimes to almost nothing.
As long as Meng Ting could quickly approach Guan Shan's body and touch him, Meng Ting would win!
Moreover, Meng Ting had special items against spirit forms.
"It seems he knows this too, trying to fool me with an empty city strategy, making me retreat?"
"No way!"
Meng Ting took out an old bronze bell he had prepared, shaking it as he walked toward Guan Shan.
"Ding-ling-ling—"
This bronze bell, named "Soul Capture Bell," shared its name with Li Li's ability.
It could interfere with spirit forms, even forcing spirits out of bodies, though its duration was short.
Most of the time, it caused people's minds to falter and souls to scatter, but for pure spirit forms without a body's protection, it was deadly.
"Ding-ling..."
After shaking the bell twice, Meng Ting took a step, stomping on the floor with a loud "thud."
There was a loud "snap."
A giant bear trap suddenly appeared on the floor, with four torsion springs activating, two terrifying semi-circular metal jaws snapping shut.
Meng Ting was stunned, "What?!"
Like a shark catching prey, the interlocking spikes clamped onto Meng Ting's calf, piercing his muscles and bones.
The crushing force of the trap mangled the trapped muscle and pulverized the bone.
The pain was indescribable.
"Ah—!!!"
Meng Ting screamed, his face contorting, the immense pain draining all color from his face, drenched in cold sweat.
This was pain no human could endure, but Meng Ting was not an ordinary person. He immediately pressed down on the metal jaws, trying to pry them open.
But the more he struggled, the deeper the spikes dug, amplifying the pain.
"Woo-hoo~ Gotcha!"
The clown-masked Guan Shan was so pleased he almost patted his belly. Instead of approaching, he immediately raised his gun, aiming at Meng Ting's head, firing three shots.
"Bang, bang, bang!"