novellhall Chapter 89 Holding a Girl in One's Arms for a Killing
Chapter 89 Holding a Girl in One's Arms for a Killing
Chapter 89 Holding a Girl in His Arms (4/5)
[Contains special descriptions; proceed with caution if you are eating.]
Following the address Parker gave, Evan quickly found Carey's house.
It was an old-fashioned detached house standing at the end of Hain Street, almost on the edge of the city.
Judging from its age and architectural style, it is likely an old self-built house constructed during the colonial period.
These houses can still be seen quite often in the outskirts of Bolton today.
The building next door has half of its roof collapsed, and it's covered with all sorts of flowers and plants, and piled with a lot of garbage.
The building in Kaili is quite well-maintained.
Although the exterior walls of the main building are somewhat blackened, the structure is intact and not crooked.
As soon as he turned to the edge of the yard, Evan heard a scream coming from inside the house.
Immediately afterward, a young man carrying his overalls rushed out of the front door in a panic, his face covered with several fresh scratches from his cheekbone to his jaw.
Behind him, a tall, burly figure chased after him, almost hugging the door frame.
It's Kerry!
Something's not right.
Ivan stood behind a telephone pole on the street corner, activating his demon-hunting vision.
Kerry was enveloped in a layer of black aura that resembled water vapor, slowly rising from his body.
More importantly, Carey's body hair was excessively thick.
The previous Kerry always had a clean-shaven chin and even his eyebrows were trimmed into a refined curve; he was a very respectable young man.
But right now, this Carey has a chin covered in tangled black beard, thick eyebrows that are almost a single horizontal line, and fine hairs growing out of his collar.
He looked like a wild man who had been adrift at sea for years.
The gray suit he was wearing, which had originally looked quite decent, was now stretched taut and covered in some unidentified stains.
Standing behind the tree, Ivan's enhanced ears could hear the heavy, beast-like breathing from several kilometers away.
At this point, Carey was a size bigger than before, but his shape was somewhat deformed. His shoulders and back were noticeably bulging, but other parts of his body did not grow accordingly.
"Get out! All of you get out! Lily belongs only to me!"
Kerry let out a series of roars like a wild beast, as if declaring his territory to the others.
After chasing the young man away, he cursed twice more and then turned around and went back home.
"Self-awareness has severely declined."
He squinted and quickly analyzed the situation in his mind.
"The effects of the B virus."
"But—why did the Red King's laboratory release him?"
"Isn't this giving myself leverage against you?"
After organizing the intelligence behind the telephone pole, he quickly moved to the front of the small building.
Boom boom boom!
A knock sounded on the door, and a voice came from inside.
"Who is it?"
Immediately afterwards, the door creaked open.
A woman wearing a gray wool sweater stood behind the door, as if nothing had happened.
I must say, this woman is indeed beautiful.
Her blonde hair was loosely braided into a single plait and naturally draped over her left shoulder.
Her skin was so white it was almost transparent, and a thin, bluish vein could be seen on one side of her neck.
Her eyes were a very light honey color, and her pupils always seemed to have two shimmering watery glints floating in them. When she looked at people, her eyebrows were slightly raised, and she had a smile that naturally captivated people's hearts.
She had a voluptuous and sexy figure, with a slim waist and wide hips. Her breasts stretched the wool sweater so much that every line of the fabric was faintly visible.
A woman's scent, like that of a perfectly ripe peach about to burst with juice, wafts over you.
"Is it that good?"
Ivan was startled.
He had anticipated this beforehand.
But seeing it with my own eyes, the anger that had been suppressed in my heart suddenly surged up.
She wasn't even a fifth as beautiful and dignified as Eldin.
But she is ten times more alluring than Erdin.
Who are you looking for?
The woman's voice was timid, and she instinctively raised her hand to press against her slightly open collar.
This one action, ironically, caused the thought of "wanting to tear her clothes off" to surge wildly into his mind.
Ibn instinctively swallowed, then said.
"I'm looking for Kerry. We were fellow patients in the drug trial, and I'm here to see how he's doing."
The woman said "oh," rolled her eyes, didn't ask any more questions, and turned around to shout into the house.
"Kerry! Someone's looking for you."
Soon, accompanied by heavy footsteps that could have caused the wooden floor to collapse an inch, the bearded Carey walked over.
His once grey-blue eyes were now cloudy like glass marbles, staring blankly at Evan.
"Who are you?"
Just one week.
He no longer recognized Evan.
Ivan retorted, "And who are you?"
Carey was stunned by the question and froze at the door, his brows furrowing and relaxing, his eyes slowly rolling around in their sockets, and then he just stood there, dumbfounded.
Ivan seized the moment, stepped forward, and pressed the large hand against Carey's chest. Using the force, he pushed himself through the door and then pulled the bolt shut.
The coppery fingernails sank into the palm of his left hand, transforming into a thin, sharp blade.
Stab it!
Kerry’s sweater was torn in two by a claw.
The next second, what he saw made the veins on Ivan's forehead throb.
Kerry's body didn't get stronger.
It has mutated!
The skin, pressed down by the clothes, looked as if it had been stretched open from the inside, covered with all sorts of twisted and hideous warts.
That goes beyond being described as morbid.
That's distortion!
They come in all sorts of shapes and colors.
Some are bluish-gray, some are purplish-red, some have an orange-yellow hue similar to sea anemones, and some are even slowly wriggling, like swollen bumps pushed up from under the skin by some living thing.
That is, in this very instant.
The woman's voice, which had been so gentle it seemed to drip with honey, suddenly turned cold.
"You're quite an interesting person."
"Instead of staring at the beautiful women when you walk in, tear off the male homeowner's clothes and stare at them first."
"Hey kid, are you even a decent man?"
Ivan slowly raised his head.
Beneath the felt hat, a pair of golden, vertical pupils pierced through the dimly lit entrance hall, looking directly at the woman standing in the hallway.
"What do you think, madam?"
The woman gave a cold snort, and the previous layer of peach sweetness vanished instantly.
"The Witcher".
"I could smell the stench of the potion on you from far away."
She raised her finger and pressed her temple.
"Let me give you a piece of advice: mind your own business here. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind killing a few superhumans for fun."
Ivan sized her up.
In the demon hunter's vision, the extraordinary aura emanating from her was as black as asphalt seeping from a crack in the wall.
She is not human, but a demon.
"I guess you won't tell me what you're planning to do, right?"
Evan took off his felt hat, shook off the few grains of coal dust stuck to the brim, revealing a head of silver hair.
The woman's eyes suddenly turned into two pools of pitch black.
The next second, a black, semi-fluid, semi-solid tentacle suddenly appeared out of thin air behind her.
Bang!
The tentacles pierced through the air and coiled towards Evan's chest.
Ivan's reaction was so fast it was almost silent.
His left hand shot out like a snake, his five fingers gripping the base of the tentacle firmly, and then he pulled it sharply toward his chest.
"Come here, beautiful!"
A tremendous force traveled along the tentacles, causing the wooden floor of the entire room to tremble.
The woman was like a rag doll being pulled by a child; she flew off the ground and pounced into Evan's arms.
"What?!"
Her pupils contracted, and her entire face was filled with shock and disbelief.
How could a Witcher possibly possess such terrifying physical abilities?
The force of that pull was comparable to that of an apprentice-level knight.
Just as she was about to crash headfirst into the other woman's chest, a sudden burst of eerie red light flashed deep within her eyes.
"Handsome! Here I come!"
She said it charmingly, the last syllable as gentle as a feather.
As soon as those words were spoken, Ivan felt a sinking feeling in his chest, and a surge of desire shot from his abdomen to his brain.
The House of Commons controls the House of Lords.
Immediately afterwards, he began to fantasize about the erotic scenes he longed for, completely out of control.
[Warning: You have been bewitched by the Nyogda's retinue and are in a state of deep infatuation. You are unable to concentrate and are unable to control yourself.]
[The snakeskin talisman is effective. It reduces the damage by 20%.]
Your mental attribute is strong. This naturally reduces the effect by 10%.
[Transitioning to: Mild infatuation state: You are unable to control your desires and are prone to overthinking.]
"Fanai!"
Evan cursed under his breath.
"Why is mind control everywhere?"
However, when the woman saw the hint of confusion in his eyes, she immediately felt more confident.
Behind her, three more black, semi-transparent fluid tentacles emerged one after another.
The inside of each tentacle is covered with a dense array of needle-like fangs and bone spurs.
"die!"
With a sharp flick of its three tentacles, it pierced towards Evan's head, neck, and heart.
She intends to inject her dark virus into it, turning it into her puppet.
At that moment, the woman was pulled against Evan's chest by the enormous force.
A soft laugh, tinged with the scent of perfume, escaped her lips.
"The body of a Witcher is quite excellent for a servant."
"Such a powerful body, I've really struck gold today."
Creak—creak.
Before she could finish laughing, the three tentacles behind her suddenly got stuck as they were tightening.
She didn't feel the smooth sensation of the bone spur cutting into her flesh, nor did she smell any blood.
The spot where the stab came from a metallic scraping sound, almost like striking cast iron.
"What happened?"
She was immediately startled.
Just then, a pair of arms came up from below and wrapped her tightly in their embrace.
Those arms were ridiculously hard.
To her, it didn't feel like a pair of human arms; it felt like a hydraulic press in a factory.
"Ah! Beautiful lady! I love you! I want to be with you!"
Evan, whose mind was completely consumed by desire, clung tightly to her waist while howling like a banshee.
The strength of those arms grew stronger and stronger.
Her limbs and tentacles twisted and struggled wildly, but she couldn't move an inch from those hydraulically-like arms.
"No! No!"
She grabbed Evan's collar haphazardly, tearing several rips in the gray jacket with her fingertips, and desperately tilted her head back.
It was only then, in the dim light, that she could see Ivan's face, which was so close to hers.
The faint yellow tinge on that face was not a normal skin color at all.
That's the metallic sheen of brass.
Boom boom boom!
Her fists pounded on that chest, each blow echoing with a dull, metallic sound.
"You—you can't kill me! I—"
Ivan's face was contorted in a grimace.
"Why would I kill you?"
He squeezed out each word through his teeth.
I love you! I'll love you to death!
"Ahhh! Honey, help me!!"
The woman screamed and turned her head away.
Kerry, standing to the side, seemed to have had a switch flipped by these words, and his cloudy eyes suddenly lit up.
He roared and pounced, grabbing two fists as big as palm leaves and pounding them on Evan's head and face.
boom! boom! boom!
Each punch was so heavy it could shake dust off the floor.
However, the result is obvious.
His own knuckles were cracked, bones were broken, and the warts that grew under his skin were smashed open, splattering yellowish-brown pus and blood all over Evan.
Meanwhile, the patient opposite him, whom he had been violently attacking, didn't even have a scratch.
In the end, Carey broke both his hands, dislocated his wrists, and knocked out two of his front teeth.
He collapsed onto the living room carpet like a rag doll, his eyes glazed over.
Like the most incompetent husband.
quack!
Meanwhile, under Evan's loving embrace, the woman's ribs, sternum, and spine were crushed into pieces one by one.
She slumped against Evan's arm like a rag doll that a child had grown tired of playing with, her golden braids slipping down her shoulders and hanging on the floor.
Ivan blinked.
The last vestiges of lust gradually faded from his mind. He looked down at the body in his arms, which he had almost crushed, and sighed.
"You!"
He shook his head, his tone almost regretful.
"She's too easily swayed by love."