Era of Magic and Martial Arts-Chapter 353 - 337: You Didn’t Lie, You Really Aren’t...

Chapter 353: Chapter 337: You Didn’t Lie, You Really Aren’t...

Under the pitch-black night sky.

A quiet and deserted alley.

Sun Yifei, carrying a heavy backpack, stepped lightly onto this familiar path.

Every day after school, he would take a shortcut, climbing over walls to shorten his journey home.

He slightly stooped, ready to launch, then dashed powerfully, forcefully planting his feet, and like an agile skinny monkey, leaped over the five-meter-high wall.

His movements were perfect, his body tracing an arc like a carp leaping out of the water, deftly avoiding the shards of glass embedded on the wall-top, with not a scratch on his school uniform.

However, just as Sun Yifei’s feet were about to touch the ground, several silver iron hands suddenly reached out from the shadows at the corner of the wall, like they had been waiting, with a whoosh, grabbing at him with fierce malice.

"[Mask] you are under arrest, won’t you surrender?" A chilling voice echoed in the night wind.

Sun Yifei was shocked, his mind went blank.

He felt a tight slap on his back, grunted, and fell to the ground, his backpack straps tearing, scattering books and stationery everywhere.

He quickly scrambled up, feeling a burning pain on his back, turning his head to see several grumpy-faced constables surrounding him in the corner, each aiming cold mechanical arms at him.

Sun Yifei’s heart pounded wildly, he had never encountered such a setup, he was in a panic.

He was just an ordinary college student, although he’d recently had a stroke of luck, finding a bottle of pills under a bridge, which boosted his Martial Arts skills, giving him a chance to advance to the Martial Arts class in the next exam.

But he truly wasn’t [Mask], and didn’t even know what [Mask] was?

Sun Yifei, his voice trembling with tension, urgently explained, "I’m not [Mask], you got the wrong person."

The constables surrounding him exchanged a glance, their eyes sinister, unconvinced, tightening the encirclement, step by step closing in on Sun Yifei.

And not far behind them, a cold, ruthless voice came through:

"Whether you are [Mask] isn’t for you to say, it needs to be verified by us to confirm, don’t resist, surrender quietly, we’ll be quick to verify."

Sun Yifei’s heart pounded like a drum, almost jumping out of his throat, his instincts urging him to flee.

But the uniformed constables acted as an invisible barrier, making him hesitate, his raised arms feeling as heavy as lead, dropping back down.

Sun Yifei’s face struggled, "How will you verify?"

The response was several silver arms reaching from different directions, gripping his shoulders and neck tightly like iron clamps, holding him firmly against the wall, making him unable to move.

Then, they slowly made an opening, and a pitch-black arm quickly filled Sun Yifei’s vision, covering his entire face.

Sun Yifei felt suffocated, the strength from that black hand terrifyingly overwhelming, with a strange oily smell seeping into his skin, as if peeling his face, flesh and all, off the bone.

No, not as if, but...

The hair-raising sound of tearing reached Sun Yifei’s ears, the intense pain making his skull feel like it was splitting, he opened his mouth in anguish, wanting to shout, but his throat was tightly gripped, unable to make a sound, only squeezing out desperate gasps through his throat.

In despair, Sun Yifei could only bite desperately, but all he got was cold steel, shattering his teeth.

Hiss—ss—

Thud!

The tearing sound of flesh stopping abruptly, the crisp sound of blood-drenched flesh hitting the ground.

Sun Yifei’s eyes widened, blood-stained eyeballs nearly popping out of the white sockets, although he couldn’t see his face, he felt the wet sensation of the wind brushing his cheeks.

Feng Ju gently withdrew his hand, staring expressionlessly at the stripped face in front of him, a complicated emotion flashing in his eyes before he sighed and said:

"Congratulations, you’ve passed the verification, you’re not lying, you’re indeed not [Mask]."

Feng Ju waved his hand lightly, Dong Ping understood tacitly and loosened his grip, finally allowing Sun Yifei to make a sound, his piercing scream immediately tearing through the silence of the night:

"My face, my face ahhhhh—"

The sound was piercingly shrill, filled with endless resentment and despair, echoing far into the night, making passersby shiver.

Most hurriedly sped up, quickly distancing themselves from the source of the sound, but a couple of young people, driven by curiosity and daring, cautiously approached the darkness.

Hearing footsteps outside, Feng Ju met Sun Yifei’s resentful gaze and sneered:

"Thank you for your cooperation, but remember, in your next life, don’t easily trust what others say."

With that, Feng Ju no longer looked at Sun Yifei, but turned to Dong Ping, exclaiming:

"Why are today’s students so naive, how many is this already, I need to find some time to tell my daughter she mustn’t trust people outside, especially those in uniform, alas—"

Dong Ping nodded in agreement, then crushed Sun Yifei’s throat with force, responding to Feng Ju:

"Sixth one, except for one who dared to resist, the other students cooperated, at this rate, we’ll soon verify each student on the list, completing the envoy’s task."

Simultaneously, the other constables twisted Sun Yifei’s limbs into a twisted state, tossing him into the corner like garbage.

Dong Ping slowly bent, picking up the flesh mask, placing it gently into a sealed transparent bag, and then into a black briefcase.

He then drew out a list, using a blood-dipped finger to draw a red line through Sun Yifei’s name, parallel to several other red lines above.

Having done all this, they collected their grim expressions and walked out with solemn faces.

Several curious young people ran into the unfriendly-faced constables, halted by them, only to watch a caution tape being swiftly drawn up, separating them from the crime scene inside.

Dong Ping furrowed his brows, looking sharply at these young people, asking sternly:

"What are you doing here, did you see anyone suspicious?"

The young people looked at each other, then all shook their heads, clearly puzzled by Dong Ping’s question.

Dong Ping seemed unsurprised by their answer, a trace of frustration crossed his face, spitting on the ground with dissatisfaction, cursing:

"Late again, the killer got away, damn, how many times has it been, that damned [Mask]!!!"

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