PFC Chapter 133 Members of the Blissful Society?
Chapter 133 Members of the Blissful Society?
Faced with these successive crises, Shen Qingyao dared not be careless or underestimate her enemy.
She gripped the copper coin sword tightly, chanting incantations and pouring all her spiritual power into it. Then, with a sudden flick of her arm, she propelled the copper coin sword toward the giant rice dumpling like lightning.
With a whoosh, the copper coin sword sliced through the air, its sharp momentum driving straight toward the giant rice dumpling.
In the past, this copper coin sword was invincible in dealing with all kinds of demons and monsters, and had repeatedly performed miraculous feats. But this time, the situation was completely different.
The giant rice dumpling didn't even glance at the flying copper coin sword, as if it completely ignored its existence.
When the copper coin sword struck the giant rice dumpling, it produced only a crisp "clang" sound, along with a few scattered sparks.
However, such a seemingly fierce attack was like scratching an itch through a boot to the thick-skinned, fleshy zongzi. It could not cause any real damage to the zongzi, and could not even slow down its advance.
Shen Qingyao watched helplessly as her meticulously crafted copper coin sword sank into the sea, landing on the terrifying giant zombie without even causing a ripple. Her heart sank to the bottom.
"Could this guy have become a spirit?"
Shen Qingyao pondered to herself, a fine layer of sweat appearing on her forehead.
You must know that this copper coin sword was a magical artifact she had painstakingly crafted, and it had always been effective against evil spirits. But now it was completely ineffective against this giant zombie in front of her.
Unwilling to give up, Shen Qingyao gritted her teeth and decided to make one last desperate attempt.
She reached into her robes, pulled out several precious talismans, muttered incantations, and then forcefully threw the talismans at the giant rice dumpling.
Disappointingly, when these talismans came into contact with the giant rice dumpling, they only emitted a few faint sparks before quickly going out like candles in the wind. They then lost their magic power and floated limply to the ground.
Those around who witnessed this scene turned ashen-faced, their already tense nerves nearly snapping.
Their eyes revealed a deep despair, as if the end of the world had come.
Just then, a bloodcurdling scream suddenly pierced the deathly silence.
Shen Qingyao's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly looked in the direction of the sound. Not far away, she saw Secretary Chen with his eyes wide open, his face filled with fear and disbelief, his mouth agape as if he wanted to say something.
Upon closer inspection, he was horrified to find a sharp long knife plunged straight into his abdomen! At the same time, the mysterious bead he was clutching slipped from his hand, arcing through the air before landing steadily in another person's hand.
It turned out that the person who took advantage of the chaos to snatch the beads was the same middle-aged man who had been pestering Shen Qingyao.
At that moment, he gripped the bead tightly, his eyes flashing with a manic light, as if he had gone mad.
"Hahaha, the treasure is mine now! Once I hand it over to the president, I can become a manager and enjoy endless glory and power!"
In that instant, Shen Qingyao, like a keen cheetah, accurately caught the word "Chairman" that came out of the middle-aged man's mouth.
A strange intuition welled up in her mind, and a vague yet bold guess gradually emerged in her heart.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, staring intently at the seemingly arrogant and unruly middle-aged man before her, and parted her lips slightly to say:
"You... are a member of the Blissful Society?"
The sound wasn't loud, but it seemed to carry an invisible penetrating force, reaching directly into the other person's ears.
The middle-aged man was laughing wildly, but when he heard Shen Qingyao's words, his laughter stopped abruptly, like a string on a musical instrument being snapped.
He abruptly stopped, his eyes widening as he looked at Shen Qingyao with a mixture of shock and alarm.
Then, a barrage of questions burst from his mouth like a machine gun:
"How do you know about our Blissful Society? Could you be a member of our society? Tell me! Who are you? What is your code name?"
As he spoke, his gaze never left Shen Qingyao, revealing not only deep vigilance but also a clear hostility and an undisguised competitive spirit.
Clearly, the middle-aged man had mistaken Shen Qingyao for a member of the Blissful Society and was worried that she would compete with him for credit.
That's why there was a hint of hostility in his eyes when he looked at Shen Qingyao.
However, just as Shen Qingyao was about to strike while the iron was hot and extract more useful information from the other party, suddenly, an even more shrill and miserable howl rang out.
The sound was like a sharp dagger, piercing through the tense and oppressive air around them and going straight into the depths of everyone's eardrums.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and discovered that the terrifying scream was coming from Secretary Chen again.
It turned out that the strong, pungent smell of blood emanating from him had successfully attracted the terrifying giant zombie.
At this moment, the giant rice dumpling had completely abandoned its pursuit of other targets, and instead, with heavy and slow steps, it slowly approached Secretary Chen, who was covered in blood and barely breathing...
In the blink of an eye, before anyone else could react or even think of helping, the giant rice dumpling appeared before him with lightning speed, like a ghost!
In an instant, a bloodcurdling scream echoed throughout the space—it was the voice of Secretary Chen!
Upon closer inspection, everyone saw that the giant rice dumpling's hand had pierced straight through Secretary Chen's chest like a sharp blade.
What's even more chilling is that its other hand emerged from behind Secretary Chen's back, and in its palm was a heart that was still beating violently!
Witnessing such a horrifying and bloody scene, the others felt their stomachs churning and an overwhelming sense of nausea welled up inside them.
Their faces turned deathly pale instantly, devoid of any color, as if all their strength had been drained away, and their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably.
Especially Ruan Hongshuang, she could no longer bear the horrifying visual impact, and quickly reached out to hold onto the wall beside her, bending over to dry heave.
She frowned deeply, suppressing the urge to vomit, and staggered toward Shen Qingyao.
"Junior Sister... this thing has probably become a spirit! The spells we usually use seem to have almost no effect on it! What should we do now?"
Panting heavily, Ruan Hongshuang anxiously turned to Shen Qingyao for help.
Upon hearing Ruan Hongshuang's words, Shen Qingyao's heart was also filled with turmoil, and her anxiety spread rapidly like a tide.