Chapter 876 - 464: The West State Boss’s Fury, the Bleak and Cold Red Snow

Chapter 876: Chapter 464: The West State Boss’s Fury, the Bleak and Cold Red Snow

Hoo... Woo...

In the sky, snowflakes danced, and as far as the eye could see, it was a vast expanse.

Rustle...

Red waves of insect swarms surged like waves, frantically rushing out of the streets, skimming towards the road!

Buzz buzz buzz...

A wave formed by countless flying insects lifted Wang Chonghui into the sky, facing the wind and snow, overlooking this small city!

He closed his eyes, held the Insect Flute, and played it!

The flute’s melody was delicate and sorrowful, penetrating the snow curtain, and with the cold wind, it drifted across the city, into the streets and alleys, into schools and hospitals, into restaurants and canteens, into everyone’s ears!

...

In the Bronze Royal Court, Prince Bai Bao stared at the Copper Mirror and laughed heartily.

"Hahahahaha, good!

"I have been waging war for thousands of years; such massacres of cities I haven’t seen often. Such a feast for the eyes today!"

...

Under the eaves, clusters of wind chimes swayed, ringing softly in the wind.

The White-haired Prince was full of smiles.

"Very good, very good!

"Quick, take away all the bloodlines in this city, drain them clean!

"Let me see, see how strong the bloodlines in this city and this world truly are!"

...

At the Secret Brain Office conference table, a group of people watched the live broadcast on a big screen, seeing the blizzard, the hovering insect swarm, and the resonating Insect Flute, all stupefied.

"West State Boss, he’s... he’s not taking action?"

"It’s too difficult."

"This Gu Master has long infiltrated Yishui City through his long-time management.

"To rescue everyone without alerting him... it might really be tough."

"Ah, the Immortal Discussion Forum already has citizens broadcasting?"

"Should we cut off the public signals?"

The leaders at the conference table glanced at each other, momentarily bewildered.

...

In the ward, a few young nurses watched the live broadcast on their phones, eyes wide.

"What the hell? What is this?"

Hong Xiaoyun lay in the hospital bed, watching the broadcast from the Immortal Discussion Forum, her face turning pale.

The broadcast was filmed from a high-rise rooftop, with slightly shaky footage.

She saw streaks and wisps of red smoke rising through the blizzard, enveloping Yishui City’s buildings and streets like dancing red silk!

"These red smokes... are they... are they Gu Insects?

"Individual Gu Insects?"

Tears unknowingly flowed from her eyes, blurring her vision.

"Master, in the end, we didn’t succeed?

"We still couldn’t save Yishui City?

"Was all our effort in vain?

"Boohoo..."

In her mind, Marquis Qing Yue remained composed, not panic-stricken.

"Don’t hurry.

"Xiaoyun’Er, don’t cry.

"Wang Chonghui seems to have been stimulated by some new variable in advance?

"That’s how the world is.

"Plans are made by people, but success is determined by Heaven.

"We can only do our best, think exhaustively, but we can’t foresee every variable.

"At the very least, we bought the West State Boss a dozen minutes.

"Actually, I feel with his terrifying Immortal Technique, these dozen minutes should be enough to save tens of thousands, right?

"Don’t cry yet, just wait a bit longer!"

...

Amidst the vast wind and snow, high up in the sky.

The melodious sound of the Insect Flute emanated from the flute cavity, sorrowfully echoed in the cold wind, shattering the flying snow.

Wang Chonghui closed his eyes, held the Bamboo Flute, played passionately.

Behind his head, four antennas had already extended out, rhythmically swaying like antennas.

Though he couldn’t devour everything in this final gulp, he had devoured enough to be satisfied and even crazed!

The final bloodlines should be coming, right? Should be coming, right! Should be coming, right!

"Hmm?"

He opened his eyes and frowned.

The antennas behind his head seemed not to receive any bloodline information?

He looked into the distance and saw someone fearlessly filming him from a balcony with a phone!

About to erupt in anger, he noticed that person coughing with a pinched nose and saw blood flowing from their nose.

"Hmm?"

From his elevated view, he saw the streets and alleys, the buildings, the panicking fleeing crowd, the fearless cameraman, men and women, old and young, all coincidentally pinching their noses, coughing, blood pouring out.

Shoo...

The wind and snow intensified, large flakes fell onto his shoulders and head.

He suddenly realized something.

"Yishui... does it usually snow so heavily?"

Yishui is a southern, inland small city with a cold and dry climate; some snowfalls have occurred in previous years, but such heavy snow is a first!

Instinctively reaching out, he grabbed a flake of snow. It was formed by clusters of hexagonal snowflakes.

"Does this snow have a problem? A problem? A problem!"

He was, of course, vigilant!

He had seen it!

He had smelled it!

He had tasted it!

This was just ordinary snow! Ah!

He vigorously rubbed the flake of snow!

"Ah!"

His hand was stabbed by the snowflake, bleeding!

And when his blood touched this snowflake, it sizzled, black smoke erupting!

"Who? Who? Who!"

This seemingly normal, smelling normal, tasting normal snow, the snow covering the entire city, oddly restrained his King’s Blood!

He looked down at the city where each man’s and woman’s nostril bled!

The blood they coughed out contained his Gu Insects! They had been planted in the citizens’ brain stems, silently murdered by the medicine in this cold snow, streaming out with the nose blood!

He glared until his eye corners cracked!

He bit through his molars!

He recalled the Traitor’s Wine that once led to his defeat!