Chapter 159 Abnormal Mutation

Feng Tao was also startled by Cui Yue's laughter, wondering if this kid had truly been driven out of his mind.

"Damn it, let's see how he dares to go against me in the future! Let's go!"

The group had just turned around and taken a few steps when a shadow suddenly swept across the ground.

Feng Tao's ears twitched slightly, and instinctively he looked back. Cui Yue, who had been lying on the ground just a moment ago, was now nowhere to be seen.

"What the hell is this strange business? Is this kid born in the year of the rat, running so damn fast?"

Hearing Feng Tao's remark, the others turned back as well. Sure enough, apart from a pool of blood on the ground, there was not a trace of a person to be seen.

Liu Cheng was also taken aback. Logically speaking, Cui Yue had been lying on the ground like a dead dog just now; how could he suddenly vanish into thin air? There was something fishy here!

Suddenly, a figure stood in the shadows at the mouth of the alley behind them, head lowered, back heaving violently, while strange, rattling sounds escaped from his throat.

Liu Cheng rubbed his eyes. That silhouette looked like that punk Cui Yue, but what was the meaning of him standing there like that? None of them had ordered him to stand in a corner as punishment!

Feng Tao gave a meaningful look, signaling Liu Cheng to go over and take a look to see what kind of ghost tricks the kid was playing.

"Damn it, why is it always me? Every time something like this happens, I have to be the cannon fodder."

Liu Cheng muttered under his breath, harboring a deep sense of dread toward Cui Yue. Gripping his club tightly, he probed forward step by step.

The silhouette in the shadows finally stopped trembling, standing quietly in the darkness without the slightest sound.

As Liu Cheng walked closer, he saw that it indeed was Cui Yue. With his face turned toward the base of the wall, his front was invisible. Swallowing hard, Liu Cheng poked his back lightly with the club. There was zero reaction!

Emboldened, Liu Cheng struck him hard with the club once more. Still, there was not the slightest response.

Cui Yue stood there motionless, just like a corpse.

Enraged, Feng Tao strode over in two or three steps and kicked Liu Cheng aside.

"What's with all the hesitation!"

Feng Tao walked right up to Cui Yue and casually delivered a heavy backhand slap, intending to snap the kid out of his spooky charade.

"Crack!"

Feng Tao felt a sharp pain in his wrist. His palm stopped right above his head and could go no further—Cui Yue had reached out and firmly grabbed his wrist.

"Damn it, let go!"

Feng Tao hurriedly struggled a couple of times, but he couldn't break free.

Cui Yue remained utterly still, keeping his back to Feng Tao without uttering a single sound.

"Are you an idiot? Come and help!"

Feng Tao let out a furious roar, finally snapping Liu Cheng out of his daze.

With a club in hand and his courage somewhat restored, Liu Cheng swung fiercely at Cui Yue's arm.

*Crash!* With a crisp snap!

The club actually shattered, and the broken half rolled to Feng Tao's feet. Yet Cui Yue seemed completely unaware, not even changing his posture.

Now it was Feng Tao and Liu Cheng's turn to be dumbfounded together. When had this kid mastered the Iron Cloth Shirt technique?

"Something's not right..."

"Smack!"

Before Liu Cheng could finish his sentence, everything suddenly went black before his eyes, and with a single slap, he was sent crashing into the wall, bleeding from a gash on his head.

Cui Yue's movements were blindingly fast; the moment his hand was raised, Liu Cheng was already sent flying.

Thinking his eyes were playing tricks on him, Feng Tao hurriedly rubbed them, confirming that apart from their own group, there was no one else around.

Losing his temper completely, Feng Tao clenched his fist and struck fiercely at the back of Cui Yue's head.

This time, Cui Yue moved. He grabbed Feng Tao's wrist and, with a flick of his arm, flung him entirely through the air, tossing him a full ten meters away!

The rest of the group watched with wide eyes as Feng Tao flew right over their heads and slammed heavily onto the blue brick pavement at the entrance of the alley.

"Aargh!"

Feng Tao let out a miserable cry, several of his front teeth broken, and lay on the ground groaning with a mouthful of blood.

The remaining few looked at Cui Yue, then back at Feng Tao on the ground, staring at each other in dismay.

"What the hell are you looking at? Why aren't you chopping up this bastard?!"

With great difficulty, Feng Tao scrambled to his feet and cursed angrily, pointing right at their noses.

Holding his head and wincing in pain, Liu Cheng managed to pick up the remaining half of the wooden club, considering it at least some sort of weapon.

Cui Yue's shoulders twitched slightly as he slowly turned around.

His pupils were pitch-black without a trace of white, and two sharp fangs pushed past his lips, protruding outward. A dense aura of death hung over his entire face, devoid of any human warmth, and his facial features gradually lengthened and distorted into a grotesque shape.

Sounds of rumbling rose from his throat from time to time, sounding more like the low growl of a wild beast.

Even more bizarrely, the texture of his skin gradually turned rough and foul, while a thick black miasma enveloped his surroundings.

Rather than a human, he looked much more like an evil ghost!

When human hearts corrupt, malevolent ghosts are born!

The men present were scared nearly out of their wits, their legs trembling uncontrollably.

"What the hell, is this a vampire..."

"A zombie..."

"Oh no, it's a ghost!"

Liu Cheng was closest to Cui Yue; the club dropped from his hands in terror as he stared wide-eyed at Cui Yue's face, his mouth agape.

"Th-there's a ghost!"

Cui Yue walked slowly forward, and with a casual sweep of his large hand, he batted Liu Cheng far away. Liu Cheng spat a mouthful of blood and passed out.

Feng Tao and the others drew in sharp breaths of cold air. Was this thing even human anymore?

Chances were, Cui Yue had turned into a ghost come to claim their lives!

"Run!"

Someone took the lead in shouting, finally startling the others out of their trance. They broke into a frantic dash toward the alley entrance, screaming for their lives as they ran!

To their horror, fast as they were, Cui Yue was even faster!

With a flash, Cui Yue appeared behind them. He reached out with claws whose bones had already deformed, seized the neck of the person closest to him, and hurled him backward. Before the man could even scream, he slammed heavily onto the ground behind, his neck nearly snapping.

The rest didn't make it far before Cui Yue struck them down one by one with single punches, leaving their faces bruised, battered, and half-dead on the ground.

Feng Tao was truly terrified; never in his life had he panicked like this. At least fighting before meant dealing with humans, but what they had encountered today was a ghost!

Seeing Cui Yue drawing closer and closer, Feng Tao was so anxious he was practically crying. He vaulted onto his motorcycle in a single motion, frantically twisted the key, and kicked the starter for dear life...

At this critical moment, why wouldn't this damn thing turn over?!

Cold sweat had long since drenched Feng Tao's back, and he didn't even bother wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth as he kicked the starter lever desperately, once, twice...

*Whir... vroom... vroom!*

Finally, the long-awaited engine roar pierced through the pitch-black night, snarling in desperate defiance.

Overjoyed, Feng Tao glared viciously at Cui Yue, who was now within arm's reach. Letting out a wild cry, he twisted the throttle all the way and rammed the motorcycle forward with murderous intent!

"Go to hell!"

The brand-new Honda 125 roared, gathering all its might to charge forward like a heavy torpedo, leaving no room for anyone to dodge.

Seeing the motorcycle about to run right over Cui Yue, Feng Tao wore a murderous expression, refusing to ease up on the throttle—instead, he pinned it all the way to the floor!

Staring with his pitch-black eyes, Cui Yue tilted his head and blocked the center of the alley, neither dodging nor evading, simply allowing the motorcycle to crash directly into him.

*Screech!* A piercing, harsh shriek echoed!

The Honda 125 came to an abrupt, grinding halt, leaving a dark skid mark over half a meter long on the ground, accompanied by an acrid smell of burning rubber.