Twisted Dreams-Chapter 335 - 404: Prison Break
Night, Mang Mountain Special Prison.
Xie Qilin sat in the cell.
The entire cell was transparent.
There were guards at the door, watching closely even when he went to the bathroom.
The crimes he committed cost him all his freedom.
Xie Qilin was still wearing that bright red wedding robe, sitting on the bed.
His eyes were gloomy, and it was unclear what he was thinking.
Zheng Qian and Xie Jianguo were locked up in the Security Bureau prison, Hua Luo in the special prison.
Those involved in the assassination of Elder He were not having a good time.
However, none of that matters anymore.
Xie Qilin stood up and walked to the specially made glass door:
"Can I have a pen?"
The guards immediately stared at Xie Qilin with vigilance:
"Step back!"
Under everyone’s gaze, Xie Qilin bit his fingertip, and blood dripped down.
One of the guards pointed at Xie Qilin, angrily rebuking:
"What are you doing!"
Xie Qilin did not speak, using the blood to draw runes on the glass door.
The guards became nervous, raising their weapons.
A guard glared at Xie Qilin:
"First warning! Stop what you’re doing!"
A guard hurried to open the door, but his action stopped halfway while inputting the code.
He didn’t know if opening the door at this time would release this evil and powerful guy.
He was unsure which was more dangerous: letting Xie Qilin continue drawing talismans or opening the door.
Xie Qilin ignored them, continuing to draw runes.
As the overwhelming Ghost Qi permeated the cell, when the guard issued the third warning, someone finally decided to open the cell door to stop Xie Qilin’s actions.
However, the cell door wouldn’t open, seemingly sealed by a strong force, as if there was an unbreakable forbidden barrier.
"Hurry, report to the Prison Director! Inform the Security Administration!"
One guard shouted hoarsely.
Inside the cell, the Ghost Qi grew thicker, like a pitch-black fog shrouding the place.
Xie Qilin’s face turned pale, his hair transforming to silver white observable by the naked eye.
His body shivered, collapsing to the ground.
It was clear that drawing these runes had consumed a lot of his energy.
Xie Qilin’s lips curled into a faint smile as he looked at the gradually forming Eight-foot Bride, murmuring:
"My wife."
The Eight-foot Bride covered her mouth, her ethereal voice filled with emotion:
"My husband, even though it consumed most of your lifespan, you still wanted to see me?
Your love for Nuannuan, Nuannuan doesn’t know how to repay it."
Xie Qilin couldn’t suppress a few coughs, a streak of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
He wiped it away with the red sleeve.
The blood stained the wedding robe, adding a more enchanting red.
Xie Qilin shakily extended his hand, touching the Eight-foot Bride’s face:
"My wife, I miss you."
The Eight-foot Bride knelt on the ground, softly sobbing.
She and her husband hadn’t married yet, her husband hadn’t wed her yet.
It was all the fault of that stinking Daoist!
It was all the fault of those troublesome bastards!
The sobbing grew louder, an eerie wailing echoing through the prison, terrifying the guards and chilling the spines of other prisoners who heard it.
Xie Qilin looked at the Eight-foot Bride with deep affection, stood up, and gently touched her head:
"Will you marry me? Let us become one in mind."
The Eight-foot Bride nodded repeatedly.
Xie Qilin’s eyes flickered with a hint of cruelty, and the Spiritual Power in his hand gathered suddenly atop the Eight-foot Bride’s head.
Terrorizing Ghost Qi erupted within the cell!
Xie Qilin began consuming the Eight-foot Bride!
He had devoured many souls before; consuming souls was already second nature to him.
The Eight-foot Bride lifted her head, and through the red veil, one could sense her shock.
But she did not struggle or resist.
Indeed, if she wished, even ten Xie Qilin wouldn’t be enough to deal with, but she was willing.
Xie Qilin initially feared the Eight-foot Bride would go berserk, but luckily, she didn’t.
As the Spiritual Power in Xie Qilin’s hand grew increasingly violent, the Eight-foot Bride’s red veil was consumed, allowing Xie Qilin to see her face.
This was his first time seeing what the Eight-foot Bride looked like.
Demure and charming, merely a sixteen-year-old’s appearance, not at all like a vicious killer with countless murders.
In fact, she never truly wanted to kill anyone; she only followed Xie Qilin’s orders.
"It’s fine, husband, you finally married me."
This was the last sentence left by the Eight-foot Bride.
As the massive body of the Eight-foot Bride vanished, the words faded away in the cell.
...
The guards in Mang Mountain Prison numbered no less than a thousand.
Among them were Extraordinary individuals and Military Officers.
At the command of the Prison Director, more than half of the guards sprang into action.
The Extraordinary guards wielded Standard Weapons, while the ordinary guards carried riot shields and firearms.
They ran towards the deepest part of the second floor.
Just as they reached the cell door of Xie Qilin...
’Boom!’
A loud crash!
The special glass door, impervious even to heavy sniper rifles, was blown away.
The ten or so individuals at the forefront were directly knocked flying, blood spraying, and the air filled with the scent of blood.
Ghost Qi permeated, dark mist billowed.
A shadow stepped out through the dust.
"Crack!"
Xie Qilin crushed the safety collar around his neck, twisted his neck, and gazed murderously at the fully armed guards before him, a sinister grin on his face:
"I quite like this welcoming ceremony."
Behind him, the Prison Director roared:
"Open fire!"
The guards behind the riot shields raised their firearms, tongues of flame spewing forth.
The Extraordinary guards summoned Wind Blade, Fireball, Water Arrow.
A protective shield appeared in front of Xie Qilin.
The shield was comprised of Ghost Qi, Wind Wall, Fire Wall, Water Wall, a four-layered defense.
The firepower capable of shattering armored vehicles was completely blocked by the protective barrier in front of Xie Qilin.
Xie Qilin strode forward, braving the gunfire and bullets.
He extended his hand, his left hand transforming into a Ghost Claw like the Eight-foot Bride.
Xie Qilin swung his arm, the surging Ghost Qi rushing forth like tidal waves.
The ground exploded, walls crumbled, and the guards before him were flung away like ants in a hurricane.
In just a quarter of an hour, there were no guards left standing on the second floor.
Even the Tier Two Prison Director, at this moment, was spitting blood, half-kneeling on the ground, unable to move.
Because Xie Qilin was now infinitely close to Tier Four!
"Xie Qilin, the judgment hasn’t started yet! Don’t add to your sins!"
The Prison Director said with difficulty.
Xie Qilin suddenly clutched his head, his eyes glaring wide, red veins covering the whites.
After consuming the Eight-foot Bride, his Sea of Spirit was very unstable.
Pain, madness, and burning lifespan.
He covered his forehead and slowly stood up:
"Whether I live or die, I’m destined to be caged by you, isn’t that so?"
Xie Qilin couldn’t turn back.
He devoured the Eight-foot Bride and lost his value.
The authorities were concerned with the Eight-foot Bride, not Xie Qilin.
He channeled Spiritual Power and threw a punch.
The air ruptured, cracks on the wall spread visibly towards the other end of the corridor.
"Boom!"
The door at the end shattered.
The entire special prison erupted in excitement among the prisoners.
"Finish them off!"
"Kill all those Security Administrators!"
"Kid, let me out, I’ll join you in a big fight!"
"Help me out, I’ll pay you any amount!"
The cries and wails echoed endlessly.
Xie Qilin strolled through the corridor like a sinful Emperor inspecting his subjects:
"Tell me, what’s the first thing you’ll do once you’re out?"
"I want to kill Zhang Xiaoyi!"
"Cao Yi! Cao Yi must die!"
"Overturn the Security Administration!"
"I want to go out and kill each Administrator!"
"I’ll never make a mistake again, please let me out!"
Xie Qilin shook his head in disappointment:
"You mindless creatures, don’t you understand the use of submitting to me first?"
Xie Qilin’s eyes turned scarlet.
Ghost Qi filled every corner of the prison.
The prisoners could not breathe, as if their throats were being choked.
Their souls were extracted.
Xie Qilin opened his mouth, inhaling like a whale, devouring those souls!
