Chapter 967: You're Not Human
Chapter 967: You're Not Human
Where did all this come from?!
After being relentlessly pursued by three hundred large-caliber cannons for over half a minute, the Serpent Director, like a rag doll caught in a garlic crusher, finally snapped out of his daze. He suddenly sprouted a pair of pure white wings and, amidst the cannonfire, darted upwards.
But just as he flew seven or eight meters up, the original canyon and cannonfire vanished, and the canyon, which had been hundreds of meters high, mysteriously transformed into a massive dam twenty meters thick. The Serpent Director, flying at an awkward angle, found himself heading straight for one corner of the dam.
"Bang!"
With a dull thud, the unprepared Serpent Director crashed headlong into the thickest part of the dam, like a moth drawn to a flame. He was then bounced back, falling straight down towards the dam's base, and with a loud clatter, he slammed into the deck of a yacht.
"Oh my!"
The Serpent Director, plummeting from high above, struck with immense force, sending the old man fishing on the side of the boat flying. The old man flailed his arms and legs as he was hurled towards the water below.
Meanwhile, the middle-aged man sunbathing on a nearby lounge chair was also jostled and thrown off, landing on the deck with a dazed expression, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"Dad, what did you catch? Let me... Holy sht, what the..."
Before the middle-aged man could finish his sentence, the Serpent Director, charred black by the cannonfire, sprang up from the deck, grabbed the fishing old man, and tossed him towards the stunned middle-aged man. He then leaped over the side of the boat.
As the middle-aged man stared at him in shock, the Serpent Director's body suddenly shrank several times, transforming into a large green fish with black hair on its head. It swam down towards the deep reservoir below.
But just as the green fish entered the water, the bottomless reservoir vanished once more, instantly transforming into a bustling street. A painter with clear tan lines on his face approached, carrying a half-full white paint bucket, his footsteps quick and lively.
What? What?!
The painter, or rather Lyon, set down his paint bucket and secured the lid to prevent any spillage. He then crouched down, his expression blank, and asked the green fish on the ground:
"Well? Have you had enough running?"
?!
Looking at Lyon's familiar aged face and the abandoned building where he had once placed the February Mansion, the green fish, which was the Serpent Director in human form, shuddered. It quickly grew human limbs and a head, scrambled to its feet, and babbled incoherently:
"Those things just now... they weren't a dream, I'm sure of it! But how did you bring me back here?"
I couldn't bring you back, but I didn't want you running around aimlessly, so I decided to move the entire street over here to give you a little scare.
Lyon smirked at the Serpent Director, choosing not to explain his little trick. Instead, he controlled the painter to sit on the bucket lid and then produced a chair for himself, gesturing for the Serpent Director to take a seat.
"Why don't you sit there while I ask the Director a few questions?"
"...
"...
"...
"Sigh."
"Wait, wait, wait!"
As the painter sighed and stood up, revealing a multitude of cannon muzzles behind him, the Serpent Director trembled and quickly stepped forward, plopping down on the chair Lyon had offered.
Being bombarded by cannons was one thing, but the rapid succession of dizzying scene changes, like falling from one bottomless pit into another, was truly unsettling.
That feeling of being held in the palm of a higher being, unable to escape no matter how hard one struggles, and even blinking only to find oneself still in the same spot, as if never having moved—this bizarre experience was not something he wanted to go through again.
As for now... it's just sitting on a stool, right? I'm not going to be intimidated by sitting on a chair. It doesn't mean I submit to him... No... I'm not afraid of him; I just want to give him a chance to communicate.
"Stomach God! How did you do that just now?"
After successfully convincing himself, he sat on the chair that Lyon had set up. Looking at the bustling street, he saw the passersby who were oblivious to the two strange men sitting face-to-face on the street. The Serpent Director's throat moved involuntarily, and he immediately asked with a wary look:
"Is this the abnormal object you got from the Purification Bureau, specifically to deal with me?"
"Is the thing Taurus gave you a set or a single item? What's the ability? Spatial Displacement? Dream Manifestation? Mind Invasion? Or... Time Reversal?"
It was none of those; it was just a Soft Rice Badge.
Shaking his head slightly to negate the Serpent Director's answer, Lyon used the painter's line of sight to observe the situation. He then frowned and asked:
"Director? Are you still not willing to come out?"
"..."
"No matter what you're planning, you can always try to tell me. Don't you trust me?"
"..."
Speaking of which... do Lyon and Oliviah have a relationship?
Looking at the Stomach God in front of him, who completely ignored him and insisted on having Oliviah come out to answer, the Serpent Director couldn't help but blink. He then took out the Fuyan of the Wan Wu Tian Chan and couldn't help but shiver under Lyon's piercing gaze.
"Don't misunderstand. This thing isn't something for killing... nor is it for escaping."
Noticing Lyon's warning gaze, the Serpent Director instinctively leaned back in his chair. He then stuck his buttocks tightly to the back of the chair and hurriedly explained:
"This is just an observational abnormal object. It can see your location... I really don't plan to run!"
Whether he ran or not didn't matter, but could this object see his location?
Under the Serpent Director's expectant gaze, Lyon's eyebrows furrowed slightly. He then instinctively looked towards the Fuyan of the Wan Wu Tian Chan and locked eyes with the deep green Fuyan for a moment.
'Human...?'
The million Fuyan spread out, capturing Lyon's, or rather, the painter's figure. The thin, translucent green eyelids of the Fuyan then began to flutter at an incredibly fast speed, like the wings of a dragonfly.
'Kind and steady?' 'Arrogant and radical?' 'Calm and rational?' 'Mad and furious?'
'Poor and frugal?' 'No interest in wealth?' 'Planning to destroy the world?' 'Wanting to establish a new order?'
'It doesn't make sense!'
'An error in existence. He might not be human!'
'What is he?'
'Kind?' 'Evil?' 'Greedy?' 'Calm?' 'Mad?'
'What is he?'
'What is he, really?'
'?'
(⊙?)??????
(End of Chapter)
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