After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up Chapter 64.2

Published at 5th of May 2023 11:13:56 AM

Humans, You Guys Have Taken Things That Don’t Belong to You (2)

The flames had been controlled so delicately that they only burned up the human body but left his clothes unharmed.

No one was left in the entire hall and all the equipment, including the monitors, had been destroyed.

Shi An could feel the side effects on his body slowly fading away.

Soon, the dragon’s place was empty and was replaced by a slender human teenager.

The young man stepped gingerly into the pool of blood, his toes round and lovely, his fingertips glistening with a slight pink, the contrast of scarlet and pale striking.

His body was untouched, his limbs long and slender, his complexion white and as clean and soft as the first snow, except for his eyes, which still maintained their dragon-like appearance.

Standing naked amidst the wreckage and corpses, the young man had a frightening and hair-rising beauty.

Shi An walked forward without a care in the world, unhurriedly stepping over the corpses on the ground to reach for the only intact clothing lying around.

He bent down and picked up the garment, gently shaking off the blackened dust on it, and put on the clothes, which were one size larger than his figure. His slender waist and long, soft limbs, all of which were quickly covered by the oversized clothes.

Shi An pulled up the slightly longer sleeves and trouser legs, stepped into shoes one size too large, and then walked in the direction the man had just pointed.

He walked through a long corridor, which ended in a vast vault.

The vault door opened slowly with a click of the magnetic card.

Shi An stepped into the vault.

His eyes moved around the room with countless piles of gold and treasures and his face became increasingly sullen.

From a distance, an ability guard stationed inside the vault subconsciously turned his head to look and saw the familiar clothes of the visitor.

He subconsciously thought to open his mouth in greeting, but before his mouth could open, he realized with a jolt that something was wrong–although the clothes were the same, they were completely different in height and build.

He was suddenly on guard. “Who is that?”

Shi An didn’t answer.

The ability user attacked, transforming into hundreds of shadows, attacking the young man in front of him from all sides, hitting him from all angles, each move deadly.

The young man raised his eyes and beneath his long eyelashes were a pair of flaming vertical pupils that looked in this direction without a sound.

His gaze was cold and calm and he focused straight on the only entity among the hundreds of shadows.

How could that be?

The ability user was instantly horrified.

However, before he could reflect, his body felt like it was being held down by some invisible pressure and his bones and muscles whimpered as they were held down by something, unable to move in any way.

The other man slowly walked up to him, his long fingers pinching his throat and lifting him straight up.

Shi An asked softly, “Where are my things?”

There was a lot of gold, silver, and jewelry in the vault. Still, none of it was of high value, nothing close to the collection he had so carefully gathered over the years while the precious gems listed in the inventory of his collection were completely missing.

The treasures in the chest outside were indeed his.

But it was too little.

The dozen or so chests contained, at most, a bit more than the treasures in the Aiwen Academy’s principal’s warehouse and Shi An didn’t believe there was only so much treasure here.

His fingertips tightened slowly and he felt the other man’s throat bones cackle between his fingers.

A choking ‘huh’ sound escaped the ability user’s throat and his eyes bugged out as he helplessly grasped the other man’s deadly grip at his neck.

The young man squeezed his throat and moved slightly closer, a harsh, cold light glinting within the pupils of his golden-red eyes.

“Where are the dragon treasures you guys stole?”

With a flip of Mu Heng’s sword tip, scarlet blood fell on top of the white snow, looking like a red flower in full bloom.

Another mercenary’s headless corpse plummeted, blood spurting from its neck cavity, frozen to ice before it even hit the ground, wrist broken, and a leg thrown half a meter away, looking miserable.

Wen Yao followed behind Mu Heng, her lips pursed and eyes worried.

Although Mu Heng’s actions did not suggest that he was wounded in the slightest, as a subordinate who had followed him for several years, Wen Yao could feel the chief’s current state was very wrong.

In the past, Mu Heng’s fighting habits were fast, vicious, and accurate, like the God of Death who had become accustomed to killing, never inflicting too much pain, all in the service of efficiency.

But this time… Mu Heng seemed rough and brutal.

Not like he was trying to achieve a specific goal, but more like–

Revenge.

The man’s eyes were cold, like a dark blue vortex in which no trace of light could shine through, with a certain bone-chilling coldness, like a mercilessly sharp blade that would subconsciously cause a phantom pain as if being cut before being swept with it.

He indulged himself in killing.

It was as if every mercenary in front of him was an enemy as he vented his fury on his enemies.

Wen Yao felt panic but didn’t dare to go forward to ask Mu Heng what had happened.

Or… who had gotten into trouble.

At this moment, a Bureau member hurriedly approached Wen Yao’s ear and said something.

Wen Yao was stunned and a hint of delight rose to her cheeks.

She turned her head to look at Mu Heng and said, “Chief, good news! The students trapped in the southern canyon have been found!”

Mu Heng froze and twisted his head to look over.

The long sword in the man’s hand was still dripping blood slowly downward and his emotionless eyes were fixed on Wen Yao, who was not far away.

He spoke in a hushed voice and slowly asked, “…What?”

“It seemed that some students realized something was wrong with the academic meeting and notified the other students, so they could hide in time and weren’t involved in the fight!”

… Are the students still alive?

In other words, the blood sacrifice didn’t work?

Mu Heng’s eyes were slightly dazed.

He subconsciously raised his hand and briefly touched his lower lip with his cold fingertips.

Chapter end