hsntnovel Chapter 15 What a mess!
Chapter 15 What a mess!
In fact, Pei Zhaoye's ease did not last long. On the next page, the bloodstains left on Pei Zhaoye's body demonstrated their intended purpose.
The frozen bloodstains suddenly shattered, sending a sharp pain through Pei Zhaoye's skin.
The boy, who had jumped up with ease and looked relaxed in mid-air, frowned slightly.
The pain came too quickly and too suddenly, giving no time to react. In just a moment, Pei Zhaoye suddenly fell to the ground, dust flying up and turning the once bright and handsome young boy into a dusty mess, as if he had fallen into the dust.
Perhaps that's just how it is.
Pei Zhaoye frowned, endured the pain and got up. He reached out and wiped his eyes, only to see a bloody mess.
It wasn't the blood from those human-skinned puppets, but real blood flowing from his wounds, steaming hot and not freezing in just a few seconds. Pei Zhaoye could even see the fresh blood, still warm, rising in the cold air as it created a white mist.
Even though there was no sound, Pei Zhaoye felt as if he could hear the laughter of the shadow puppets floating in mid-air mocking him.
He smiled and stood up unsteadily.
The shadow puppets remained silent, but their silent smiles grew wider, sharp and mocking.
Pei Zhaoye wiped the blood from his face and touched the pebble at his feet.
The laughter swirling around him grew louder, as if mocking him for trying to attack him with a pebble.
The shadow puppets twisted, intertwined, and overlapped at an impossible angle, with dark red blood seeping from the surface of the human skin and dripping onto the ground, making a sticky sound.
Pei Zhaoye stared intently at the scene before him, searching for a possible way to defeat the enemy. Suddenly, a near-dizzying illusion arose in his mind. The twisted, writhing human skin seemed to have become scenery, to become characters—to become a shadow puppet show on a stage.
Pei Zhaoye:......
Pei Zhaoye: "Damn it."
Just as the words were uttered, a voiceover appeared next to the comic as a friendly reminder: "Please use polite language and do not imitate this."
However, Pei Zhaoye was clearly not a fool. The moment he realized something was wrong, he closed his eyes. Even though closing his eyes would only make things worse under these circumstances, Pei Zhaoye did not hesitate for a moment.
The moment his entire field of vision went black, the swirling laughter abruptly stopped, turning into something like an angry scream. The wind howled even more fiercely, and Pei Zhaoye could only rely on his instincts to dodge.
As an outsider, Jiang Xingni saw far more than Pei Zhaoye. The shadow puppet show, which had not yet begun, was abruptly interrupted by Pei Zhaoye's actions.
It would be strange if they didn't hate Pei Zhaoye.
Leaping into the air, Pei Zhaoye narrowly avoided the shadow puppet charging towards him. The moment he landed, Pei Zhaoye instinctively tried to open his eyes to observe the location of the shadow puppet.
And in that brief moment of opening his eyes, Pei Zhaoye happened to see one of the shadow puppets in front of him, raising a cheerful smile at him.
Oops.
The thought suddenly popped into Pei Zhaoye's mind. Before he could react further or ask his teammates to save his life, the shadow puppet that was staring at him suddenly stopped moving.
Pei Zhaoye did not miss this fleeting opportunity. He gripped the pebble in his hand and aimed the sharp edge at the shadow puppet.
Countless lines and data converged into a wondrous scene before Pei Zhaoye's eyes. Using calculations, Pei Zhaoye was able to see the most vulnerable point of the shadow puppet and analyze what kind of force he could use to destroy it most quickly and accurately.
The sharp edge of the pebble pierced the shadow puppet's neck, and blood gushed out immediately. Pei Zhaoye dodged it in time, leaving only a pool of bright red blood on the ground, almost drenching his head in crimson.
Pei Zhaoye knew how much blood a person had, and he also knew how much blood would spurt out if the head were severed directly, but...
He glanced at the thin piece of paper, unable to fathom why a shadow puppet could contain so much blood.
At that very moment, Song Juexiao's singing voice rang out from the other side. Her strong and calm female voice made all the shadow puppets pause for a moment.
Then, the shadow puppet that separated Song Juexiao and Pei Zhaoye was shaken to pieces by the singing.
Unlike the shadow puppet whose neck was severed by Pei Zhaoye, where human blood gushed from the wound, the shadow puppet, which was directly shattered, simply collapsed limply to the ground, with thin streams of blood flowing gently and gathering on the soft, damp soil like a trickling red creek.
Meeting Song Juexiao's cold gaze, Pei Zhaoye shrugged and pointed to the blood on his body: "Oh dear, I'm going to die of embarrassment."
Song Juexiao rolled his eyes in response.
Xiao Jiming calmly walked out from the group of shadow puppets. The moment he was trapped, he used his special ability.
The monster that was once defeated and subdued in the card book has reappeared. Commanded by its past prey, it has no ability to think and simply tears apart the shadow puppets surrounding Xiao Jiming.
Just as Pei Zhaoye had seen, blood dripped from mid-air, but was blocked by Xiao Jiming's strange form, and not a drop fell onto Xiao Jiming's body.
"So obedient." Pei Zhaoye smiled slightly as he watched the strange creature, which was only humanoid in shape, obediently use its claws to carefully protect Xiao Jiming.
Xiao Jiming's smile remained unchanged. He nodded reservedly and glanced up and down at Pei Zhaoye, who was covered in blood – he was injured, but not seriously, and wouldn't die.
"What a mess," he said, mimicking Pei Zhaoye's tone.
Finally, there was He Jingtong, who was the first to be attacked and the first to be swallowed by the shadow puppet.
He held the long sword, blood dripping down the blade and onto the ground, where it was slowly absorbed. A slight smile finally appeared on his usually indifferent face.
Behind them were the shadow puppets that had been floating and twisting together, but now they were all lying limply on the ground. At the neck of each puppet, there was a thin line caused by a knife wound, and the position of each line was almost the same.
The young swordsman revealed a satisfied, indifferent smile: "That was satisfying."
He slung his knife back behind his back, crossed his arms, and raised an eyebrow at his three teammates staring at him. "What's wrong?"
Pei Zhaoye shook his head, his gaze shifting unconsciously between the strange figure protecting Xiao Jiming and the pile of shadow puppets they had slaughtered.
"Aren't you going to take them in, Xiao Jiming?" Pei Zhaoye asked.