Museum Melee
Xiao Chunping was slightly startled. After a long while, she chuckled softly:
"Silly child, how could there be superheroes in this world."
"So, Grandma also thinks it's ridiculous, right?"
"Grandma doesn't understand superheroes, but a person's spirit is fundamentally a very profound and mysterious thing. Who can say clearly what kind of potential is hidden within it..."
Before Xiao Chunping's words fell, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a maiden embroidery diagram on the wall of the Embroidery Room seemingly move faintly. Her eyes narrowed unconsciously.
Just as Yao Qing opened his mouth to say something more, Xiao Chunping lightly patted his shoulder and said:
"Good grandson, take Zhiwei and Dr. Yang to the backyard to play."
"Ah?"
"A guest is coming, Grandma needs to entertain them personally." Xiao Chunping's tone gradually became serious. Her aged eyes, narrowed into long, thin slits, looked in the direction of the main gates.
"A guest? Grandma, did you invite a friend? I can also help serve tea and water..."
"No need, you go take care of Zhiwei and the others."
Xiao Chunping's tone brooked no refusal. Seeing this, Yao Qing couldn't say anything more. He could only tell Grandma to call him anytime if anything happened, and then opened the door and walked out.
As the door of the Embroidery Room closed, Xiao Chunping leaned on her walking stick, walked to the embroidery table by the window, and slowly sat down...
She lightly lifted that slender embroidery needle. Her aged eyes seemed to pierce through the floorboards, looking at every single embroidery diagram in this museum, her expression as calm as water.
"It has indeed been a long time since anyone has seen your appearances... Since we have a guest today, come out and entertain them."
...
Pattering light rain fell from the night sky.
Nie Yu, who was about to reach the museum entrance, suddenly paused in his steps, his brows narrowing unconsciously.
"...Something is spying on me?" Nie Yu gripped the hilt of his hunting knife with one hand, his gaze rapidly sweeping across the surroundings. There were no suspicious items on the desolate wilderness. After a brief few seconds, his gaze locked onto the museum gates before him.
Under the pitch-black night sky, the two large red lanterns looked like the pupils of some giant beast, staring at Nie Yu at the door. After that, Nie Yu could feel an unusual aura drifting out from the void... That was an intuition unique to a hunter, it was the nature of the Heavenly Wolf giving a warning.
"Something's not right."
Nie Yu stared fixedly at the museum under the drizzling night sky, his heart filled with doubt and astonishment. "...Besides that man in the brown coat, there's someone else holding the fort here?"
Seeing Nie Yu stop in his tracks, the eight assassins following behind him also stopped. Someone asked in confusion:
"Boss, why aren't we going in?"
After a brief moment of thought, Nie Yu spoke:
"There's something not quite right here... I will take the main entrance alone. You guys go find a side or back door to enter. Once you discover Su Zhiwei, kill her immediately."
The eight assassins looked at each other. Although they were all full of confusion, they didn't dare to disobey Nie Yu's orders at all. They immediately dispersed into several small groups and scattered around the museum to look for other entrances.
As the crowd left, on the empty wilderness, only Nie Yu was left standing alone at the entrance of the museum where the large red lanterns hung high.
Carrying his hunting rifle on his back and with his hunting knife hanging behind his waist, he took a deep breath before slowly pushing open the museum doors.
Creak—
As the low sound rang out, the entrance hall of the museum appeared before Nie Yu's eyes.
After he stepped over the threshold, he was greeted by a massive folding screen. Embroidered on it was an empty tree branch, without even a few green leaves growing on it. Looking at it, it was inexplicably bare and twisted.
Nie Yu only gave the folding screen a glance before shifting his gaze away. After all, he didn't feel anything unusual from this embroidered folding screen; it seemed to be just an ordinary exhibit...
But when he bypassed the folding screen and was about to go deep into the museum, a black shadow broke through the air from behind the folding screen!
Like a long shuttle tearing through the air, it erupted with an ear-piercing sonic boom in an instant. The speed of that black shadow was even faster than a sniper rifle bullet, flashing to the back of Nie Yu's head in the blink of an eye!
A life-and-death crisis rose from the bottom of Nie Yu's heart. All the hairs on his body stood on end. Without a second thought, he dodged to one side. Even so, that black shadow still brushed past his flesh, directly blasting his left ear to pieces!
Whoosh—!!
Nie Yu barely managed to dodge this strike. Before he could even stabilize his figure, a second black shadow shot out once again!
He didn't have time to feel the pain of his ear being blown to pieces. Backhandedly drawing the hunting knife behind his waist, a thread so thin it had almost no width sliced out from the blade, whipping towards that black shadow!
A sound of tearing metal rang out. The Razor Wire split the black shadow in half from the center, and finely shattered embroidery threads drifted down from mid-air. Only then did Nie Yu see clearly what exactly that black shadow was...
"A sparrow??"
Nie Yu froze on the spot.
In the next moment, over a dozen flying birds woven from embroidery threads swept out from behind the folding screen simultaneously, shooting towards Nie Yu's figure from all directions. If Chen Ling were here, he would be able to recognize at a glance that these were the exact same flying birds that originally perched on the folding screen. It was just that these flying birds now no longer had their original beauty and leisure, but were instead brimming with killing intent!
"What kind of ability is this again?!"
Half of Nie Yu's face was already stained with blood, but the extreme pain didn't affect his combat train of thought. Gripping the hunting knife tightly in his hand, the slender Razor Wire danced wildly along with the blade. A figure dressed in black engaged in a bloody melee with the numerous pouncing flying birds!
Just as the main hall of the museum fell into a chaotic melee, the embroidered characters hanging on the surrounding walls began to whisper among themselves one after another.
"Huo, this is a real assassin!"
"He's a ruthless one, his expression didn't even change when his ear was pecked off... Moreover, judging from his aura, he should be at the Fifth-Tier, right?"
"Don't worry, Master is at the Sixth Stage. Dealing with him shouldn't be a big problem."
"Why haven't we seen any other Divine Path Possessors for so many years, yet suddenly so many popped up in these past two days? Did they all flock to our museum together?"
"But Master is getting old, and her body is far worse than before... What if something happens?"
"Can you shut your jinx mouth?! This is Master's home ground. Are all of us brothers here just for show?!"
"Speaking of which, it has indeed been a long time since we came out to stretch our muscles..."
"Master said that we can act freely this time."
"Then what are we waiting for?"
"Fuck him up!!"
Nie Yu slashed consecutively over a dozen times, splitting all the swarming flying birds in half. Only then was he able to stop his figure, panting heavily... His left ear was already left with only a hollow hole, with blood flowing continuously from it. If it weren't for [Iron Raiment], half of his head would probably have been blown off just now.
However, before Nie Yu could calm his breathing, the lights in the main hall overhead suddenly began to flicker violently, and finally, the bulbs shattered, plunging the place into darkness.
The faint green emergency exit signs dispelled a little of the surrounding darkness.
As if he sensed something, Nie Yu abruptly turned his head back, only to see that the entire wall of embroidery diagrams had actually all come alive. Bizarre figures climbed out of the picture frames one by one, surrounding him...