whonovel Chapter 1338 - 648
Chapter 1338 - 648
As the door closed, the bedroom sank into a deathly silence.
The curtains were drawn tight, and in the dim light, dust floated like gray mist.
The thick, pungent smell of herbal medicine mixed with an inexplicable stench, filling the cramped room.
Li Jiajia was sprawled on the bed, limbs flung wide.
She rolled those bloodshot eyeballs, looking Fang Cheng up and down.
When he had just grabbed her by the neck, she had instinctively sensed that inside this man’s body was hidden an extremely terrifying power.
This guy was definitely not someone easy to mess with.
If they went head‑to‑head, she would likely suffer; she had to change tactics and find out what he was really capable of.
Countless thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant; her eyes turned, and the corners of her mouth lifted.
"Handsome... you’re so bad."
A rough, masculine voice floated out of her mouth, yet it deliberately took on a seductive tone, stretching out the ending syllables.
She kept twisting her body, striking a sultry pose on the bed.
"You left a pure, untouched maiden all alone in your room... what exactly are you planning to do?"
The hoarse, grating voice, paired with a face smeared in black slime, plus a filthy, stained pajama set.
The intense sense of incongruity turned this clumsy attempt at seduction into an absurd farce.
Fang Cheng stood where he was, expression calm.
He didn’t even blink; his gaze was indifferent, as if he were looking at a pile of reeking garbage.
After a brief silence, he suddenly asked:
"Are you from another world?"
Hearing this, Li Jiajia’s twisting body suddenly froze.
Fang Cheng took half a step forward, looking down into her eyes from above as he continued:
"Do you know the Holy Master?"
At these words, Li Jiajia on the bed trembled violently all over.
The playful look on her face vanished in an instant, and the grin at the corners of her mouth disappeared completely.
Seeing this unusually strong reaction, Fang Cheng already had his answer.
Just now, Li Jiajia’s crazed biting and spraying of black water had given him an intense sense of déjà vu.
Not long ago, during the Special Search Team exam, he’d taken part in a "Illusion Realm Trial" of temperament in the interrogation room.
And in that so‑called illusion, he had personally witnessed similar bizarre phenomena and had even fought to the death with those mysterious black figures.
They moved in strange, unpredictable ways, silently slipping into living bodies, robbing the host of reason and turning normal people into monsters who madly tore at their own kind.
Li Jiajia’s current symptoms were practically identical to those parasites.
The only difference, perhaps, was that the parasite in her body retained more reason and could still communicate normally.
When the exam ended, Fang Cheng had been busy exchanging insights about the trial with Ma Donghe and hadn’t had time to carefully dig into the anomalies.
But thinking back later, he felt everything about it was off.
Because that world had been far too real.
Whether it was the sensation of black rain hitting his skin or the stench from the monsters’ mouths, the memories it left were far too vivid.
More importantly, Fang Cheng had absolute confidence in his own Spirit Resistance.
With his 70 points in Extraordinary Spiritual Attribute, a mere Illusion Array used by the Special Search Team for exams wanting to completely block all his memories of the real world and create total immersion—such a thing was almost impossible.
Unless... that wasn’t an illusion at all, but a real world with a complete set of Laws.
Thus, Fang Cheng had always harbored a bold suspicion in his heart.
The actual situation back then was very likely that his consciousness had crossed into the Otherworld, possessing that young man who shared his name.
Now, coming to Ning Yue’s home and seeing Li Jiajia possessed by some evil entity.
Everything suddenly clicked into place in Fang Cheng’s mind.
The so‑called illusion used by the Special Search Team to test candidates might well be a truly existing Otherworld!
"Just what are you? How do you know about the Holy Master?"
Li Jiajia suddenly sat up straight, eyes glaring fiercely at Fang Cheng.
The previous frivolous, put‑on tone vanished without a trace; her voice now carried undisguised shock.
"You don’t need to know who I am."
Fang Cheng shoved both hands into his pockets; waves of thoughts churned in his heart, yet his tone was as calm as if he were chatting idly with an old friend:
"I just want to know: you sneaky freaks that can’t see the light of day—why didn’t you stay put over there and instead ran all the way here?"
The corner of Li Jiajia’s eye twitched twice; a flash of vicious light surfaced in her gaze.
"Cut the act!"
She opened her mouth, revealing teeth caked with black filth, and threatened viciously:
"Since you’ve heard the name of the Holy Master, you should know what we’re capable of."
"Kid, I’d advise you not to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong. Get out, now. I’ve already taken a liking to this body; not even Jesus could save it, I mean it!"
"Sticking my nose where it doesn’t belong?"
Fang Cheng let out a derisive chuckle, a hint of mockery in his eyes as he looked at her:
"Over there, you scurry around like sewer rats, and now you come to my turf to strut around, and you still dare tell me to get lost?"
"Your turf? Hah!"
As if she’d heard the funniest joke in the world, Li Jiajia let out a series of coarse, rasping laughs from her throat:
"What shameless boasting. You’re just a mortal sack of flesh—no Divine Skills, no transcendence—you’re just relying on brute Strength? Who the hell do you think you are?"
She straightened her back, raised her chin, her expression overflowing with pride:
"Once the Holy Master descends, every living person in this world of yours will become our nourishment."
"Seeing as you know a little inside information, if you kneel now and kowtow, I can leave your body intact, or, out of boundless mercy, I could simply use your flesh as the vessel for my walk upon this earth."