Abyss Summoner

Chapter 543 - 530: Puppet

Chen Feng walked down the muddy trail, surrounded by the screams of survivors and the scolding of guards, or even cries and sobs, none of which affected him much as he headed towards where Li Hongyi lived.

To avoid misunderstandings, Chen Feng left all his crew at the port, bringing only the Inferior Demon with him.

Many guards passed by, their eyes roving over Chen Feng, showing a hint of wonder when they saw the Inferior Demon’s appearance.

In this land today, it is the elderly and children who have the highest death rate. In the cruel laws of the apocalypse, these weak ones have been largely eliminated.

After all, aside from natural disasters, there are also man-made catastrophes. The laws of this world have completely collapsed, unleashing the dark side. Most of these people are not professionals, like those scavenging refugees just now, without any real ability to protect themselves.

Yet it is this group of ants that extend their evil hands toward even weaker children. They lack the courage to kill zombies or insects, nor the extraordinary ability to attract the attention of higher-ups, merely resenting fate and relying on those children to vent their anger and frustration.

In such an environment, even if some children survive, they are kept at home and not allowed to go out easily. With no police and surveillance, besides suffering humiliation, those starving wastrels might do even more terrifying things.

But now, this little girl differs greatly from those children, with fair skin and smooth hair. Even the hem of her dress shows no trace of dust. As for her face, upon seeing strangers, she doesn’t hide away but looks around curiously, resembling a little princess on a leisurely excursion, without a hint of fear.

Yan Xiu followed beside them. Having just seen the Inferior Demon, apart from feeling a heart palpitation, he also felt some admiration. After all, charging alone into the lion’s den, without even a chance to call for help if something unexpected happens, is noteworthy.

As for the little girl, Yan Xiu shook his head. He is not inherently arrogant, and has seen many children awakening powers in the past, but children are still children, lacking experience over time, so even if they have strength, what of it?

When facing blood and corpses, how many can remain composed? Even if they have exceptional talents to ignore such brutality, if you hand them a dagger to cut a foe’s throat, perhaps the child’s nature will burst forth, crying aloud?

Perhaps feeling Yan Xiu’s gaze, the Inferior Demon met his eyes, flashing a curious look, appearing somewhat dumbly cute.

Yan Xiu was startled. Things have developed to such an extent that there’s no chance for reversal. Once by Li Hongyi’s side, he will tell him everything that Chen Feng has done.

By then, how Li Hongyi decides is not something he can partake in. The senseless death of an entire ship’s crew demands accountability, and given the knowledge of Li Hongyi, Chen Feng will face many hurdles on this journey.

Even though the other also possesses great power, this area is still Li Hongyi’s base camp. As King of the Sea Curtain, he has his own way of ruling people. He has tens of thousands of survivors and an incalculable security force. If Li Hongyi gets ruthless and decides to kill, the thousand or so people with Chen Feng won’t be able to escape.

The night wind howled, fires flickered, the air seemed filled with a bloody scent. Chen Feng wasn’t worth pitying, ordering shelling over disagreements, among the shipwreck were Yan Xiu’s brothers and friends, yet in a second, they became fish bait at the sea bottom, with not one left alive.

Yan Xiu’s demeanor was humble, merely enduring hardships for revenge. To kill dozens over a disagreement, in his mind, he sees Chen Feng and Li Hongyi on the same level. Moreover, to go alone to the enemy camp in such a setting, he’s undoubtedly already a great demon.

However, this world operates on cause and effect. Chen Feng created this bloodbath, so even if negotiations fail, and he’s mistreated to death, he can’t blame others. But this little girl, innocent and naive at her age, what wrong has she done to deserve facing disaster with Chen Feng?

Well aware, Li Hongyi has changed much over this time. Referring to months past when he would only occasionally turn playthings into specimens, as his scope of rule expanded and power grew, his mindset became elusive.

In this month alone, three young women were made into specimens, placed in various corners of the room. Under such circumstances, the people under him are greatly endangered. Even Yan Xiu, though considered a veteran, doesn’t dare get too close.

This little girl is quite a beauty. If Li Hongyi wants revenge against Chen Feng, when faces are torn, what fate awaits this little girl is unimaginable...

Yan Xiu’s gaze was complicated. He sighed softly, while beside him the Inferior Demon imitated him, patting its chest and letting out a long breath.

Quirky elf.

Yan Xiu’s expression paused, not daring to think too much further. He turned his cheek away, while the Inferior Demon, with a curious demeanor, couldn’t fathom what the other was thinking. Yet, being lively by nature, it quickly cast aside this idle matter, hugging Chen Feng’s right arm, continuing forward.

The house was reached.

A three-story villa, appearing grandiose from afar, but upon closer inspection, would shock anyone.

The sizeable villa entrance hung with a dozen red lanterns—a subtly terrifying color, like blood projected onto the mansion, making it resemble a ghostly lair, sending chills up one’s spine.

Yan Xiu’s body trembled, his face subtly changing, he whispered to Chen Feng: "This is a welcoming sign..."

Chen Feng saw it, a slight smile flashing upon his face.

Playing tricks.

Under the red lights, the villa seemed ghostly, providing an eerie feeling, but such psychological pressure seemed petty to Chen Feng.

In a time when lives are as expendable as grass, if ghosts truly existed, those who died tragically would have already transformed into fierce spirits, killing all the zombies and insects. However, dead are dead, unable to beat wrongdoers in life, equally contributing nothing after death.

Under the red lights, the house looked strange, but to Chen Feng, it was merely a haunted house, filled with entertainment value.

"Creak..."

The door opened.

Chen Feng entered through the door, finding the room’s setup rather standard, not overly luxurious. Yet on this floor stood many professionals, compared to those guards outside, these people have strong presence and muscular builds, they are all Silver Tier powers.

Li Hongyi’s foundation was apparent; just the guards on this floor alone have such strength, having such professionals loyal to him, there is some merit to this.

Under such scrutiny, Chen Feng continued forward, reaching the second floor to find a square table with a dozen people sitting around. Faced with this outsider, their gazes were focused on Chen Feng.

Their eyes were sharp, among the dozen, three had auras equal to Yan Xiu, meaning they’ve all reached Silver Peak strength.

Chen Feng’s timing was just right. These people seemed to be holding a meeting. Judging by strength alone, it’s evident that those seating here are no less than masters of this power.

The dozen gazes on Chen Feng had scrutiny, curiosity, disdain, indifference; some having reached Silver Peak have become practically superhuman in a sense, thus cultivating this arrogance.

As for Chen Feng, since entering, a slight smile remained on his lips. He didn’t deliberately focus on their expressions but fixed his gaze on the chief seat.

This was a middle-aged man, around thirty.

While others were assessing Chen Feng, he merely kept his head down, playing with the hair of the woman in his arms.

The man’s focus and the woman’s quietness formed a striking contrast.

The woman wore a red dress.

Her skin was fair.

But a bit too pale, like flour, lacking any color and texture.

Eyes closed, she remained still in the man’s embrace, evoking sorrowful compassion, silent as if afraid of disturbing the man’s enjoyment, didn’t even take a breath.

Dead?

Chen Feng grew curious, looking ahead carefully.

The man’s hold on her seemed effortless, like embracing a plastic-made doll. He lowered his head, sniffing the woman’s still soft hair, deeply enchanted.

Oh...

Not dead.

But a specimen.