adbindia Chapter 611 - 587: Hidden Motives? What Deep Secrets! (Double - )
Chapter 611 - 587: Hidden Motives? What Deep Secrets! (Double - )
The touch was as light as a feather, yet it made Babyface’s body hair stand on end; he hadn’t noticed anyone approaching at all.
A finger lightly flicked his wrist.
"Uh!"
Babyface let out a muffled groan; his entire arm felt electrified, the numbness quickly spreading to one side of his body, his fingers stiffened as if in spasm, and his phone almost slipped from his grasp.
He widened his eyes suddenly, staring into an old face as wrinkled as tree bark.
In the darkness, that old face appeared particularly eerie and terrifying, its cloudy eyes slightly rotating in their deep sockets, the corners of the mouth pulling back to reveal a set of jagged, decayed yellow-black teeth.
"It’s you, you..."
Babyface’s facial muscles twitched, his vocal cords trembling:
"Didn’t you say you weren’t hungry and went to sleep?"
He suddenly shut his mouth, realizing he had asked a stupid question.
He knew that with people like this old guy, not a single word could be trusted.
The visitor was indeed Li Guishen, who had supposedly gone back to his room to sleep.
Upon hearing this, his smile deepened, the wrinkles on his face piling up like ravines:
"I’m not hungry, but as a master, I have to help digest what the disciples can’t finish."
His voice suddenly turned hoarse, his cloudy eyes full of intriguing kindness,
"That’s the responsibility of a master, don’t you agree?"
Babyface widened his eyes, as if realizing something, said uncertainly:
"No, you were here just now, but you didn’t stop me from sending the message, you..."
Babyface’s scalp tingled:
"You’re alone. Your disciples didn’t follow you. No, you secretly caught up with me behind their backs; what exactly are you trying to do?"
Babyface felt a chill all over; he couldn’t figure out what Li Guishen was up to, and it sent shivers down his spine not knowing.
It was something more terrifying than death, more unnerving than mission failure.
Li Guishen frowned slightly, showing a hint of displeasure.
"You, too clever is not good, not likable at all."
He sighed, pointing a finger gently toward Babyface’s brow.
Babyface wanted to dodge, but he couldn’t move at all, resigning to being tapped on the brow.
"Where would a master secretly act behind his disciples’ backs?"
Li Guishen’s tone suddenly turned deep, as if coming from a distant place,
"I was clearly... asleep in the room the whole time."
Babyface’s pupils suddenly dilated as he fell straight back, consciousness sinking into darkness.
Li Guishen’s scrawny hand clamped onto his ankle, dragging him along the cobblestone path like a dead dog, while with his other hand, he held a still-vibrating phone, the screen’s cold light reflecting on his deeply creased old face.
Neither answering nor disconnecting the call.
In the eerie dark alleyway, no one could discern what thoughts lay behind those aged eyes.
...
The next morning, Feng Mu opened his eyes from the bed.
A series of prompts appeared on his retina:
[Second Prison (can partially expand)]
[Second Prison control progress update!]
[Current control completion: 87%→90%!!!]
[Event log records:
1. Wang Cong and you were both attacked and successfully countered. (Completion +1%)
2. You ordered three takeout meals for the martial arts school, all consumed by the sect. (Completion +3%)
3. The person in the shadows received the final intelligence feedback from Babyface, developing a deeper apprehension towards you and Wang Cong. (Completion -1%)]
Overall, the result was joyous; Feng Mu’s control over the Second Prison increased by another three points.
This showed that last night’s slaughter was not in vain, equivalent to cutting off an arm of the shadowy figure, making it more difficult for them to cause trouble.
But it also hid two risks:
First, the shadowy figure received Babyface’s intelligence and is now more wary of himself. Next time they cause trouble, it will certainly be in a more meticulous and deadly plot;
Second..... the most puzzling point—it says all three takeout meals were consumed by the sect?
"But, Second Senior Sister and the others returned empty-handed last night, clearly one got away?"
Feng Mu frowned slightly, convinced that the system’s intelligence couldn’t be wrong,
"So, who secretly ate that takeout behind everyone’s back?"
The tempting smell of food from outside broke his train of thought.
Feng Mu pushed the door open and stepped out, only to see Hong Ya holding a large paulownia wood rice bucket, serving porridge to everyone beside the stone table, the rising steam obscuring her humming profile.
The senior brothers and sisters sat around the stone table, accepting the bowls of porridge handed to them by Hong Ya one by one.
The milky white surface of the porridge glistened with an indescribable rich aroma.
Yuan Xidi took a big gulp, smacking his lips, frowning slightly:
"Why is the porridge so thick, there’s an indistinguishable kind of..."
"It’s meat aroma~"
Hong Ya smiled with crescent-shaped eyes, ladling porridge as she explained smilingly:
"After you all went to sleep last night, I couldn’t sleep and went into the kitchen to stew it. I boiled this porridge all night, adding a secret seasoning that turns clear porridge into savory meat porridge, the kind you can’t buy outside."
(Her own little socks, worn on feet for a few days, also kept in the senior brother’s mouth for days, definitely a special flavoring, no lie~)
Yuan Xidi came to a sudden realization, took another hearty sip, and grinned:
"That’s why it’s so delicious and tasty."
Zhao Zhixin also took a sip, then turned to look at Feng Mu, jesting:
"We must be lucky to have our junior brother, Hong Ya usually never bothers to make porridge for us."
Hong Ya’s eyes turned into crescents again, ladling another generous scoop into Zhao Zhixin’s bowl, sweetly:
"If Third Brother likes it, drink more porridge. I’ll make it often for you guys in the future."
Liu Xie looked at Feng Mu, feeling a bit guilty inside, but not showing it on his face, merely drinking the porridge silently.