mesbooks Chapter 276 The Cowherd Appears
Chapter 276 The Cowherd Appears
South China Sea, at the entrance of the Peace Hotel.
A dozen or so elegantly dressed men and women poured out of the revolving door like madmen.
"Get out of the way! Everyone get out of the way!"
The lip piercing shrieked, and the high heels clicked sharply on the steps.
If you slow down even a little, something terrible and unpredictable will happen.
The young man pulled a silver needle from his sleeve and plunged it into an acupoint on his knee.
His legs suddenly seemed to have wheels of fire, and he leaped over the head of the waiter carrying the tray.
He sprang out of the room amidst gasps of surprise and sporadic applause.
The elderly man in formal attire took out a whistle and blew it forcefully.
The sharp whistle cut across the first-floor lobby like a transparent knife.
Guests dining and travelers checking in at the front desk were all frozen in place, as if a pause button had been pressed.
The eleven people finally rushed into the street.
The warm sunlight had just fallen on them when Chen Yuxi's image simultaneously appeared in their minds.
Those eyes, that face...
All resentment, suspicion, and anger vanished in that moment.
As long as she's happy.
She's so beautiful, no matter what mistakes she makes, she can be forgiven.
Suddenly, the image of Chen Yuxi in my mind changed.
She transformed into a Western-looking person—with high eyebrows, deep-set eyes, and a cold, alluring beauty.
The change begins at your fingertips in the next second.
Clothing, skin, hair, petrified layer by layer, with grayish-white patterns spreading like vines.
Eleven sculptures stand along the street.
Strangely, their eyelids were petrified, but their eyes could still move.
Like eleven living insects preserved in amber.
Because Medusa's eyes, which represent the spiritual aperture, have not fully recovered, she cannot kill all the victims instantly.
Even so, death was drawing ever closer.
Mild petrification of the skin is not just a problem of stiff joints.
The heart can no longer pump blood, and the heartbeat is getting slower and slower.
The sweat glands stopped working, and the body temperature soared.
Their respiratory systems were also failing, and they were slowly suffocating to death from their own bodies.
A colorful auspicious cloud floated out from the fifth floor of the hotel.
Passersby took out their phones to take pictures, post them on social media, and share videos.
"May you encounter auspicious clouds! May you become rich and prosperous!"
"Holy crap, is it the Monkey King?"
"Where is Zixia? Where is Zixia?"
Suddenly someone put down their phone, pointed to the sky, and said in a trembling voice:
"Is...is there someone up there?"
Passersby scoffed.
The colorful auspicious clouds are just a rare natural phenomenon; how could there possibly be anyone on them?
Do you really think you're living in "A Chinese Odyssey"?
But their smiles froze the next second.
Above the auspicious clouds, the figure of an old Taoist priest slowly emerged.
A smug look played on his lips as he tilted his head back and spoke in a loud, booming voice:
"This humble Taoist priest, Niulang, begs Mr. Huanghun, to go and die!"
......
The capital city, the Bureau of Abnormalities.
The entire department was in an uproar.
In the corridor, investigators in combat suits and researchers in white coats moved about in droves.
Footsteps, phone calls, and alarms created a chaotic mess.
In the director's office, Cao Ye, with a cigarette butt between his teeth, stared intently at the large screen, ignoring the ash scattered across the table.
"Has the Cowherd gone mad? He dares to show himself in public!"
There was a knock on the door.
Secretary Bai Lu strode in, carrying a document, her face grave.
"The Blue Whale Squadron is ready and can be dispatched to the South China Sea at any time by anti-abnormal aircraft."
"Director, please sign."
Cao Ye leaned back in his chair, exhaling a deep puff of smoke, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light:
"Alright. Let's get rid of the male prostitute in the South China Sea once and for all."
Bai Lu placed the document on the table. Cao Ye signed it while saying:
"The South China Sea Public Security Bureau, the Traffic Management Bureau, and major hospitals must work closely together to minimize civilian casualties."
The network department also has to do its best...
He paused for a moment at this point.
In the past, unusual events could be excused by saying they were drills, movie special effects, or rare weather.
What now?
The Cowherd is about to have a decisive battle with the Twilight in the South China Sea. How can this be explained?
He hissed in pain, then waved his hand.
"Let's do our best to cooperate with the operation."
Bai Lu hesitated for a moment:
"Should we tell Mingyue to come along?"
Before she learned that Cao Ye was a supernatural human, Li Mingyue was the top combatant of the Anomaly Management Bureau.
But she is still rotating through various grassroots positions.
To everyone else, this was Cao Ye's "revenge".
Cao Ye shook his head:
"No need. Just let her stay in the station obediently."
After signing the documents, he took an envelope out of his pocket and handed it to Bai Lu.
Bai Lu looked down and saw a suicide note.
Her hand paused slightly, her eyes dimming.
"Chief..."
Cao Ye frowned: "What's all the fuss about?"
Bai Lu didn't say anything and silently put the envelope away.
Indeed... that's making a fuss over nothing.
Because every investigator has a copy of such a suicide note.
.....
South China Sea, streets.
Eleven sculptures stand by the roadside, attracting many onlookers.
They marveled, thinking it was some kind of new street art or special effects gimmick.
There might be a camera hidden nearby.
Bold young men and women gathered around to take selfies.
The smiles froze on everyone's faces when auspicious seven-colored clouds appeared in the sky and the figure of the Cowherd appeared on the clouds.
The crowd began to stir; some retreated, some screamed, and some continued to take pictures with their phones.
At that moment, a Western woman wearing a white gauze dress, with her breasts partially exposed and wavy blonde hair appeared in the crowd.
Her eyes were veiled by a purple veil, adding a touch of mystery to her ethereal face.
Medusa.
She tilted her head slightly and looked up at the sky through the gauze curtain.
She didn't understand why the Cowherd, after going to such lengths to revive her, only wanted her to deal with eleven mortals.
What's so special about these people?
"This humble Taoist priest, Niulang, begs Mr. Huanghun, to go and die!"
The powerful challenge echoed throughout the street.
Medusa murmured:
"This divine servant does have some presence."
She was silent for a moment, then suddenly gave a self-deprecating laugh.
Back then, fearing that her eyes would kill innocent people and that the sea god would continue to cause trouble, she hid in the desert.
She only dared to show herself after the gods had fallen.
Use some magic to help the people living in the desert.
Those people worshipped her as a totem.
She thought her good days had finally arrived.
Until that day, the voice of the Cowherd challenging the God of the Pyramid resounded outside the temple.
This madman hunted down the remaining demons and demigods in the age of the fallen gods.
Like a tireless executioner.
Medusa sighed softly, a hint of sorrow in her voice:
"I wonder which pitiful creature from the Age of Gods will be hunted down today."
suddenly--
"argot--!!!"
A deafening dragon's roar exploded from the sky, causing all the windows on the street to tremble.
it's dark.
Dark clouds surged in from all directions, obscuring the sky and the sun.
Lightning rippled through the clouds, followed by a series of thunderclaps.
A huge dragon shadow could be vaguely seen weaving and swimming through the dark clouds.
The colorful auspicious cloud appeared faint and insignificant against the backdrop of the dark sky.
Like a candle that could be extinguished at any moment in a storm.
The passersby looked up, their mouths agape in an "O" shape.
The most shocking scene then unfolded.
The dark clouds slowly parted to both sides, like an invisible hand pulling open the zipper of the sky.
A man sat on a dark throne, looking down at the cowherd with indifference.
Medusa's pretty face showed a look of shock.
"What a terrifying aura."