Chapter 985: 465 Parasitic Empress!_2

Chapter 985: Chapter 465 Parasitic Empress!_2

On the garden wall, stood a person.

No.

Not a person.

Flies.

——Countless flies gathered together, forming a humanoid presence.

“It” stood silently on the wall.

As if waiting for something.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

The flies dispersed.

A man dressed in black combat attire appeared.

He opened his eyes and scanned the Shen Mansion with dilated pupils, finally fixing his gaze on Shen Ye’s room.

Shen Ye felt a chill crawling up his spine.

Only now did he realize that the previous three assassination attempts were far from simple.

——This was something truly sinister!

The figure on the wall leapt down, landing softly on the garden’s loose soil. After a brief pause, he started walking toward Shen Ye’s direction.

He’s coming!

Shen Ye held his breath for a moment, then abruptly murmured under his breath:

“Fate Divination.”

Two curves emitting a black glow immediately surfaced on his palm.

Black.

Signifying death and misfortune.

Two paths, neither devoid of overwhelming misfortune!

But there was a difference between the two paths.

The first curve’s blackness was concentrated in the front, while the latter half turned to gray and white.

The second curve’s blackness gathered in its latter half, while its front gleamed with a dark purple hue.

At that moment.

The bizarre figure had already passed through the garden, approaching Shen Ye’s room.

If he didn’t act now, the consequences could be unimaginable!

Shen Ye steeled himself and barked under his breath:

“Dharma Manifestation, Yin Yang Liangyi Salvation Mountain!”

He dropped down from the ceiling and gently twisted open the door.

In an instant.

The world split into two.

In the first world, Shen Ye stepped out of the door, casting a fleeting glance at the intruder.

Pupil Skill · Truth’s Destruction and Devouring!

The intruder vanished silently.

——It had been absorbed into Shen Ye’s real-time strategy base!

Suddenly.

Rows of faint glowing text appeared before Shen Ye:

“You have devoured something you shouldn’t have.”

“This power is the fountain of corruption and decay; your soul will begin to mutate.”

“If you cannot endure, you will die here.”

“But if you survive, you will be deemed ‘harmless’ and draw no further attention.”

Shen Ye spat out blood, collapsing onto the ground, his heart gradually ceasing its beat.

A line of glowing text emerged:

“You are dead.”

In the second world.

Shen Ye stepped out of the door but refrained from using the Truth Technique.

“Who are you?”

He asked, drawing out the Night Rain Blade as he spoke.

“The one who will kill you,” the intruder replied in a stiff tone.

“Kill me? You’re courting death,” Shen Ye snarled, charging forward.

He used no elaborate moves, only executing a basic slash.

——This was a sword technique inscribed on the Shen Family Stele.

Clang!

A sharp sound pierced the air.

The monster blocked Shen Ye’s strike with a long staff.

The two exchanged hundreds of blows back and forth, stirring the surroundings into a frenzy.

At one moment.

The Night Rain Blade suddenly vanished.

A fleeting shadow darted from the monster’s own.

Before the monster could comprehend what had happened, its head flew skyward, the body collapsing at Shen Ye’s feet.

——Shadow Blade Master: Light Split, Shadow Snatch!

“Kill me? You’re not qualified,” Shen Ye declared.

The surroundings abruptly illuminated.

Father Shen stood on the roof along with dozens of figures clad in standard battle armor, all gazing down at Shen Ye.

“Inspector!” Father Shen cupped his hands, saying, “This son of mine is merely a Blade Master. His methods are solely for self-defense. I beseech your understanding!”

The man addressed as the Inspector burst out laughing:

“What a remarkable Shadow Blade Master! Using the Shen Family’s Sword Techniques—boy, why not use the Long Resentment Sword Technique? Haven’t mastered it yet?”

“Against someone like this, there’s no need for the Long Resentment Sword Technique,” Shen Ye replied, cupping his hands.

“A fine talent indeed——”

The Inspector fished out a token and tossed it toward Shen Ye.

Shen Ye caught it and saw the word “Exemption” inscribed on it.

Beside him, lines of glowing text surfaced:

“Crush it, and the ‘Silent’ warning on your identity credentials will be removed, allowing you to leave.”

The instructions were simple enough.

“You no longer need to ‘remain silent.’ With your profession and combat skills, I grant you permission to take the qualification test now!” the Inspector proclaimed.

“Thank you, Lord Inspector!” Shen Ye cupped his hands again.

“No need for thanks. Men—remove the corpse,” the Inspector ordered.

“Yes, sir!” the group replied in unison.

Shen Ye stood aside, hands respectfully at his sides.

The first half of this deal had rewarded him—no longer confined to a “prison.”

But what about the latter half?

The second curve of the fate line was black.

What fatal event might unfold?

Instinctively, Shen Ye glanced toward the corpse but saw its hand twitch.

At that moment.

The entire body dissolved into countless flies, scattering in all directions.

The swarm of flies began to regroup, forming an even larger being.

An overwhelming sense of foreboding surged in Shen Ye’s heart.

There was no time to linger!

Run!

He stepped backward, vanishing into the void like he had submerged himself in water.

Only faint ripples lingered in the air.

With his departure, the entire fate line promptly dissolved into nothingness.

At the same time.

In the first fate line.

——Shen Ye’s corpse lay on the ground.

The moment the he from the second line crossed over, the corpse vanished, leaving only a singular him.

“Did I die? Seems the Truth Cannon’s devouring isn’t something to use casually—one wrong step and it could cost my life…”

Shen Ye thought silently, feeling a lingering dread.

Both fate lines carried inevitable death. Fortunately, they occurred one after the other, perfectly staggered.

If the death calamities had struck simultaneously——

No matter how he hopped timelines, he would have been unable to avoid the outcome of death.

That was the one stroke of luck.

From now on, he had to tread even more carefully.

Shen Ye surveyed his surroundings.

No one was nearby.

Only a few lines of faintly glowing text appeared: