Chapter 1235: Chain Kill
âXia Na?â
In the pitch-black passage, Ling Mo called out again.
But after waiting silently for a second, Ling Mo sensed something was offâŚ
The space here was only so big⌠Even if they couldnât see each other, sound should always carry.
If it wasnât that someone was here but didnât answer, then it meant⌠there was no one here!
But how could that be?!
Even if Xia Na had gone out, she should still be able to hear! Could it beâŚ
Before he could finish the thought, a voice suddenly came from not far away.
The voice sounded rather leisurely: âCan we have a chat?â
âHmm?!â Ling Mo raised his eyebrows without showing any emotion, then tightened his grip on Ye Lian with caution.
But his eyes were more calm than surprised⌠The enemy would come sooner or later. Heâd already had a premonition when he sensed something was wrong here.
But even so, he didnât move from where he stood.
After a brief standoff between the person and the voice, the voice finally couldnât hold back and spoke again: âAt least you could act startledâŚâ
Ling Mo said nothing⌠If he didnât speak, Ye Lian was even less likely to react.
So another awkward silence followedâŚ
âActually, I was hoping for a private meetingâŚâ The voice spoke again, returning to its earlier leisurely tone. âBut alas, plans canât keep up with changes. Speaking of which, youâre standing still-are you waiting for your companion? If thatâs the case⌠several seconds have passed. I think you already know the answer, right?â He laughed, âGive it up, your companions, they wonâtâŚâ
âWhat do you want to talk about?â Ling Mo interrupted him as soon as he opened his mouth.
The other was caught off guard, still not recovered from Ling Moâs sudden interruption and calm demeanor. Ling Mo was already swaggering down the passage toward the front.
When he reached the end, he lifted his foot and kicked, then stared knowingly at the âdoorâ that flew open in an instant: âJust as I thoughtâŚâ
Behind the door was a rather spacious room, luxuriously decorated, though the thick layer of dust made the atmosphere seem a bit eerie.
A figure sat on a chair with its back to Ling Mo, seemingly holding a cup of tea, steam curling up.
How leisurelyâŚ
Bang!
Unfortunately, the sound of the door hitting the ground was anything but harmoniousâŚ
The other person was clearly at a loss for words⌠But after a moment of silence, he found an opening: âLooks like youâve figured out some thingsâŚâ His tone was still calm, just a bit stiff. âđđô฿ĂĹ
Ling Mo couldnât help but admire⌠The opponent was really going all out to maintain his imageâŚ
âIâve figured out some things,â Ling Mo replied bluntly.
âSo, it seems youâre not taciturn, but analyzing this trap? Then⌠how much have you figured out?â the opponent asked.
Ling Mo just glanced at him, then turned to survey the room: âPretty much⌠all of it.â
âOh?â The opponent visibly twitched at this, then said, âWhy not tell me⌠Maybe I can clear up some doubts for you.â
Ling Mo couldnât help but sneer⌠This guy clearly cared a lot!
But⌠Ling Mo also felt there was something odd about him.
Dragging things out a bit longer was always goodâŚ
So, as he thought, he said, âThereâs only one passage leading up to the stage. According to architectural norms, it should be a straight line, and there shouldnât be any branches. Based on my estimate of the stageâs width minus the length of the stairs we descended⌠this passage is at most ten meters long⌠So hereâs the problem⌠What could you possibly do in such a short space?â
Ling Mo glanced at the door panel: âAfter thinking it over⌠I realized it could only be the door.â
This so-called door panel was actually just a piece of wood cut to size, barely blocking the openingâŚ
âIf you broke through the passage and created exits at different spots, then led each person into a different âdoor,â youâd naturally get the result we have now. Simply put, this trap was just to split us up. Am I right?â Ling Mo said.
The other was silent for a moment, then laughed: âNo wonder youâre the infamous Ling Mo, stirring up trouble everywhereâŚâ
âAnd you didnât just set up one trap like this,â Ling Mo added.
The other was caught off guard againâŚ
This guy was impossible⌠He wasnât even listening to what was being said.
But after pausing, he still managed to keep his cool and asked, âSo what do you think about all this?â
No escape, ready to admit defeat?
Or a dying struggle, lashing out in anger?
It had to be one of those!
Anyway, when he asked this question, his tone was not only steady, but also carried a hint of confidence and assurance.
He believed heâd designed this series of schemes flawlessly⌠No obvious flaws. Mixing truth and falsehood together, heâd finally managed to make Ling Mo step right into the trap.
Isnât this person supposed to be cautious and meticulous? Then letâs follow his cautious habits.
The more cautious someone is, the easier it is for them to fall into a trap. Even if it doesnât work the first time, thereâs a second, a third, and each time heâll be sitting behind a door, holding tea, leisurely waiting for his enemy.
Ling Mo was right. So, once my speculation is confirmed, how will he react?
âThen you must be exhausted, right?â Ling Mo retorted.
ExhaustedâŚ
What kind of person is this!
Why is he focusing on such a strange point!
Knowing heâs fallen into a trap, canât he at least pay attention to his own life and death? At the very least, worry about your companions!
âLetâs fight!â
As soon as the man let go, the teacup fell to the ground.
But at that very moment, Ling Mo reached out a Tentacle to catch the teacup, while Ye Lian flashed behind the figure, grabbed both his shoulders, and with two âcrackâ sounds, dislocated a joint.
âIâve been suspicious of you from the start.â
Ling Mo slowly walked up to the manâŚ
The man was enduring excruciating pain, his face pale as he stared at Ling Mo, while his other hand, resting on his leg, was clutching a Grenade.
If Ye Lian hadnât acted quickly enough, he would have already detonated it.
The sound of the teacup hitting the ground could cover up that subtle movement, and the Mist from the hot water could also serve as some disguiseâŚ
âThe taste of this tea must also be to mask the smell of gunpowderâŚâ
Ling Mo stared at the man, a cold smile appearing on his face as he said, âThe suicide bomber has been exposed⌠so isnât it time for the real mastermind to show up?â
This person sitting in the chair was just a young man with a deathly pale faceâŚ
Even at such close range, with both arms dislocated and Ye Lian standing behind him, he couldnât make any move to protect himself.
Clearly⌠he wasnât a superhumanâŚ
âAs for you⌠tell me, who are you?â This time Ling Mo met the young manâs gaze and asked.
âIâŚâ As soon as the young man opened his mouth, his voice was clearly very different from before.
But just as a hint of determination appeared on his face and he spat, âPah!â, his expression suddenly changed dramatically.
Immediately after, his mouth twisted strangely, then he suddenly lunged at Ling Mo.
âCrack!â
This time Ye Lian twisted his neck, and with his head tilted, a look of disbelief still on his face, he toppled forward and fell to the ground with a âthudâ.
Ling Mo glanced at the corpse, frowning involuntarily, âLooks like youâre ruthless not only with corpses, but also with your own living companions. He wasnât planning to betray youâŚâ
âI just gave him a hand. He refused you, so he was going to die anyway. Why keep living and make things hard for his own people?â A figure suddenly leapt out from a shadow by the bed, flashing past Ling Mo like lightning.
He appeared quickly and struck just as fast. As soon as Ling Mo dodged, he heard a âswishâ by his side, and immediately felt something sharp break through his defensive net, slashing toward him. At the same time, Ye Lian made her move⌠She seemed especially sharp at this moment, her eyes instantly tracking the opponentâs movement, and she reached out to grab him.
Ye Lianâs speed was extraordinary. Even though she moved a moment later, her strike was almost simultaneous with the opponentâs.
And the opponent was clearly determined to kill Ling Mo, so even after realizing Ye Lian was attacking, he didnât intend to retreat.
âSwish!â
Two sharp sounds rang out in quick succession, the opponent seemed to grunt in pain, then immediately slipped into the shadows.
Ling Mo quickly looked toward where he disappeared, only to find that the edges of the room were already covered in darkness, which the opponent was using to hide and move.
âSo fast!â Ling Mo stayed alert as he looked down at himself.
His clothes had been slashed, and his body had almost been hit.
But first, Ye Lian had acted quickly, and second, at the critical moment, Ling Moâs heart suddenly pounded wildly, giving his body an explosive burst of reflexes.
Strangely, though, after he dodged, his heart returned to normal. Just now, Ling Mo hadnât even had time to use it consciouslyâŚ
âSo this is the Host Bodyâs instinctâŚâ Ling Mo thought with some amazement.
After being on edge for so long, he hadnât expected this thing to help him so much, even saving his life once.
A blessing in disguise, after allâŚ
Ye Lian was also holding a piece of clothing, stained with a bit of blood.
The opponent was injuredâŚ
But what probably surprised the opponent even more was Ling Moâs skill⌠what should have been a sure-kill ambush was actually dodged by Ling MoâŚ
âYou really are impressiveâŚâ the man spoke again.
But this time, he could no longer stay calm, and his voice was laced with gritted teethâŚ
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