Chapter 135: I Am Running Away, Who Are You?

Deep in the night, the dead-silent small town suddenly began to stir.

In many of the clustered households, residents opened doors and windows for ventilation.

As for the more affluent families, the outdoor air conditioning units outside their houses let out a rumbling roar.

—In this late night nearing autumn, the temperature had suddenly risen.

"Why is it so hot? What is going on?"

A resident in a narrow alley was woken up by the heat, unable to stand it any longer. He stepped outside his house and suddenly froze.

The usually dim sky was now ablaze with stars, shining brilliantly and twinkling in the deep-sea-like twilight.

And right at the entrance of his house, gorgeous purple plants grew wildly, multiplying at an almost visible speed and enveloping his dwelling.

"What the heck? What's going on, why is everyone turning on their AC? Honey, let's turn ours on too!"

The man turned a blind eye to the bizarre sight, simply staring blankly at his neighbor's outdoor AC unit and starting to feel resentful.

Amidst this swelter and commotion, only the villa far away from the alley remained silent.

Inside the villa, a lingering coolness was maintained, completely out of sync with the outside temperature.

"Xiao Ling's father, tomorrow, let's give our child a proper funeral..."

In the master bedroom, a woman spoke softly to the man lying beside her with his bandages unwrapped.

"I know... Rest assured and go to sleep. I'll handle things properly tomorrow. No matter how painful it is, we still have to live for our other two children. Everything will get better."

As if comforting the woman, and perhaps comforting himself as well.

The man gently patted the woman's back to soothe her, and closed his eyes once again.

Faint snoring softly echoed in the bedroom.

In the spacious room, for a moment, the only sound was the swinging pendulum of the living room clock.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

As the chimes rang out, one o'clock in the morning had arrived.

A cold gust of wind swept through the house, and the room at the very end of the second-floor hallway silently cracked open a sliver of its door.

The "young man" in the bedroom was covered by a thin quilt, his head shielded by a pillow, sleeping on his side in the bed.

A dark shadow loomed over the "young man," and immediately afterward, the outline of that shadow vaguely grew several black spikes.

The next second, the shadow lunged fiercely, embracing the boy.

In an instant, blooming like a briar, the shadow grew spikes all over its body. Those thick, long, and sharp black spikes thrust without hesitation toward the boy's vulnerable spots, such as his throat and eyes.

Rip—

Accompanied by a tearing sound, soft cotton burst out from the pierced holes.

"Huh? What is this..."

Looking at the bed full of cotton, Liu Xiao finally realized something was amiss. She pulled back the quilt and pillow, only to discover that beneath the covers was actually a human-shaped body pillow.

"No, the person is—"

A faint sound came from behind the woman.

Only then did Liu Xiao see the young man leaning against the doorframe, sucking on a lollipop and looking at her with a half-smile.

"Men and women should not touch when giving and receiving, Liu Xiao. Breaking into a minor's room in the middle of the night is not a good thing~"

The boy's tone was flippant and casual, yet it shocked Liu Xiao to her core.

"Qin Feng, you... how did you recognize me..."

The woman looked incredulously at herself in the mirror in the corner of the bedroom.

—In the darkness, an inhuman monster covered in scales from head to toe, blooming like a briar with spikes sprouting from every part of its body, was half-floating in the air, shedding bloody tears.

Given her current appearance, how could the boy have recognized her instantly?

"You've changed a lot, but aren't you still the same?"

The boy glanced casually at the woman, flashing a mischievous grin.

Whoosh—

A gale struck almost instantly. Qin Feng's figure was ghostly, appearing beside Liu Xiao in the blink of an eye, a butterfly knife flashing with cold light.

Liu Xiao was even faster; she retreated abruptly, her eyes suddenly turning into vertical slits, and then she vanished into thin air.

"Oh~ You can even turn invisible?"

Qin Feng looked with amused interest at the empty bedroom, the butterfly knife spinning flexibly in his hand.

Yet the next second, a piercing sound sliced through the air.

Countless black steel spikes launched from the air like a deluge, raining down like arrows fired by an army, aiming to impale the boy.

However, the boy showed no panic whatsoever, nimbly dodging the steel spikes with the ease of a fish in the deep sea.

"There you are~"

Qin Feng narrowed his eyes.

Before she had time to react, the invisible Liu Xiao was grabbed by the head and violently slammed down by Qin Feng.

"Ah!"

The woman's head was yanked by the boy and smashed heavily against the wall.

The boy's physical strength was terrifying to a staggering degree. Liu Xiao could not break free at all; a few heavy impacts smashed a huge hole in the wall, causing massive cracks to fracture across its entire surface.

"Cough... cough cough..."

Blood streamed from Liu Xiao's eyes. The woman extended a scale-filled palm and gripped the Abyss Guild manual in her grasp.

"Great Abyss, please shelter me, shelter your loyal believer, guide my path once more, and grant this stray lamb its ultimate funeral."

Finished speaking, Liu Xiao's eyes were filled with piety toward her deity.

Her monstrous body faintly floated up once again, and her distorted visage looked terrifyingly gruesome, much like an evil spirit.

"Meet your end, Qin Feng!"

Staring fixedly at Qin Feng, Liu Xiao lunged forward and pressed her hand against the boy's forehead.

In a flash, the entire bedroom was enveloped by a silent, overwhelming force.

A terrifying and spine-chilling atmospheric pressure erupted from around the woman.

—Darker than darkness, and more despairing than despair, that is the Abyss.

In an instant, Qin Feng was struck by something unseen, sent flying through the air, and landed limply on the ground like a shattered ragdoll.

Seeing that the boy not far away truly showed no movement, Liu Xiao slowly walked over.

The boy's eyes were tightly shut, as if he had truly lost his life.

"Ah, Abyss! My great Abyss! I have not listened to your voice for so long; please forgive my presumptuous prayer. It was you who guided this stray lamb to deliver her funeral!"

Liu Xiao knelt on the ground, kissing the manual in her hand with utmost devotion toward Qin Feng's corpse.

"Ah~ Great Abyss, please guide me, guide me to blindly and devoutly worship you like a fool~"

Liu Xiao snapped her eyes wide open. A raspy laugh rang out lowly from ahead, dripping with mockery.

The boy before her opened his eyes and slowly sat up.

"You! Why are you still alive!?"

"This is impossible! That was just now... the power belonging exclusively to the God of the Abyss! That is a power that can only be wielded by the kin who once listened to the voice of the God of the Abyss and were created by it!"

Liu Xiao retreated continuously, falling into complete panic. She felt utter terror at Qin Feng's survival.

Yet the boy merely dusted the lint off his clothes as if nothing had happened.

"Liu Xiao, no, should I call you... Evasion instead?"

Gazing at Liu Xiao, Qin Feng tilted his head and smiled.

"Evasion, how long has it been since you last heard the voice of the Abyss you worship?"