Artifact Report

Chapter 436 Fu Tailan's Invitation to Go to Hell Together

Fu Tailan failed to reach Carter's side.

Before he entered, he had already switched off all six .45 pistols on the power strip illusion, and the Vulture Particles also protected the back of his head and half of his back—so when those figures opened fire on him, the corridor was filled with the empty clicks of triggers, but it did nothing to stop Fu Tailan's steps.

"The pistol's broken, switch weapons!" someone shouted. "Draw blood!"

blood draw?

The artifact effect is about to begin?

Just as Fu Tailan had this thought, he sensed out of the corner of his eye that there seemed to be a shadow on the floor—he looked down at the blurry shadow and immediately gasped softly.

A blood-red anemone bloomed beneath his feet, rapidly growing and sprouting new growth.

The corridor was densely covered with silvery-white threads, leaving no room to stand. Fu Tailan could only run forward by stepping on the silvery-white threads—Carter had done the same just now.

However, at this moment, every time Fu Tailan took a step, the silver-white silk threads under his feet would immediately bleed red.

Even through his shoes, and despite no injury to his feet, blood continued to seep into the silk threads, flowing out in all directions from his feet—at first glance, it looked as if the blood from the IV drip had run out and was flowing back into the tubing.

...When you say "draw blood," do you mean you actually draw blood?
By the way, vulture particles—if you transfer the vulture particles to your feet, they should be able to stop you from having your blood drawn, right?
No, that's not right, that won't work.

Before shouting "Draw blood," that person also shouted "Change weapons." If they discover that the silver-white thread can't inexplicably draw blood from Fu Tailan, they'll definitely shoot themselves...

If the vulture particles cannot be transferred, then we can only watch helplessly as the blood flows away.

Perhaps he can... before he bleeds out.

Fu Tailan stared at Carter not far away, and took another step; this time his legs went weak, and he began to stumble and fall as he ran.

There's only a distance of less than five or six meters... If only he had a little more time...

Carter's vision slipped off his retina; Fu Tailan's vision went black.

His consciousness seemed to be thrown into a vacuum, without light or air—a moment later, when he was jolted awake by a bump on his head, he realized that he had fallen to the ground; the gun in his hand had slipped and fallen beside him.

Is it because I lost too much blood? My whole body feels cold and weak, and I can't muster any strength.

After falling to the ground, the situation became even worse.

Just now, the only place that came into contact with the silvery-white threads was the soles of my feet, which was a limited area. Now, however, my entire body is losing blood.

He could even hear the sound of blood surging and rushing, joyfully leaving this empty shell behind.

Fu Tailan struggled to turn over and reached back to touch the fake power strip at her waist.

He was losing a lot of strength. As soon as he pulled the illusion out, his entire arm seemed to collapse all at once. He couldn't lift it anymore and fell softly to the ground along with the power strip.

At the other end of the corridor, several figures were cautiously surrounding him, guns at the ready.

We can't let the blood loss continue; we must shut off the threads...

Fu Tailan gritted her teeth and thought to herself as black mist rose and fell before her eyes.

After the silver thread made physical contact with him, as the closest thing to him, it should have already appeared on the power strip artifact—although he had only had the power strip artifact for a few hours, he already had a certain understanding of its characteristics.

However, when he strained his eyes to stare at the fake power strip on the ground, it seemed as if it were soaked in a layer of black water, blurry and distorted, sometimes near and sometimes far.

I couldn't see anything clearly, let alone the small print on the switch.

"What's that?" Carter, hesitant to approach, directed from afar, "Go take a look. He touched his lower back a few times earlier; he was probably doing that!"

Blood was being pumped into the silvery-white threads all over her body; even though her vision was completely dark, Fu Tailan still knew that calling the illusion beneath her "silvery-white" threads was no longer accurate.

He lay in the center of a large, blood-red flower; the earliest blood had already been sent far away from him, all reaching the ceiling.

“...it’s an illusion,” a strange voice replied.

In just two sentences, Fu Tailan was no longer able to move a finger.

Even if he could see the small print on the illusion switch, he would have lost the slightest bit of strength to push it.

The Morgan family seems to be aware of this as well.

His consciousness seemed to be fading away at any moment; his eyelids were half open, and he felt a foot step into his field of vision.

A hand reached down and pulled the power strip illusion from under his arm.

"Watch out for the black patches on his clothes," someone said.

They were all hunters who once belonged to Fu Tai Lan's jurisdiction... that's why they know so much about his situation.

"Huh?" said one of the hunter's bodyguards. "This switch... could it mean it can turn off the illusion?"

"You can turn off a pistol?" the other man said. "So our pistols malfunctioned just now?"

“Let’s give it a try,” said the first hunter. “After all, once his blood flows out, it won’t flow back.”

His words extinguished Fu Tailan's last glimmer of hope.

In other words, once the blood is drawn, even if the illusion is removed and the person is rescued elsewhere, the lost blood is still lost.

He fell to the ground, his vision filled with streaks of blood.

On the ground woven from crimson threads, lay the gun he had dropped when he fell.

Sure enough, a few seconds after the illusion was closed, the crimson blood still hadn't disappeared from the threads; after Fu Tailan stopped bleeding, she barely maintained consciousness, teetering on the brink of unconsciousness. Forget strength, even her thinking was sluggish and scattered.

“…So powerful?”

Perhaps because his consciousness was on the verge of collapse, all sounds sounded distant. Carter said in a distant voice, "Whether it's a gun or an illusion, it can shut off? No wonder... no wonder. Let me see it."

"What should the supervisor do?" someone asked.

"What kind of supervisor is he? A complete loser!" Carter cursed, wincing in pain. "Go get me the healing illusion... Don't you even look at my foot injury!"

The ground trembled slightly; judging from the sound and the tremor, two or three people approached Carter. Besides showing him the illusion, perhaps some were helping him up or getting him a chair.

The other two turned and went into the room in the corridor, probably to find the healing illusion.

Fu Tailan closed his eyes.

Whenever I close my eyes, my mind is filled with darkness.

It was as if he had entered the Black Abyss back then, with layers upon layers of black mist that could not let in any light, and his consciousness was about to shatter and scatter into particles.

……May I?

He asked the vulture that no longer existed in the world.

He heard the vulture say, "Sure."

The vultures smugly gloated. Every part of our bodies is made of them…they were your skin, they were your skull…

So, can it also be my blood?
Fu Tailan opened his eyes.

He was still lying alone on the hallway floor. Not far away, Carter was being helped to sit down, marveling at the fake power strip.

“…I’ll try turning it on right now,” Carter said with a laugh, twirling the power strip illusion in his hand. “This kid’s given me a hard time. Letting him lie on the ground and slowly bleed to death would be too merciful, I’d say. I’ve heard that when you bleed to death, you’re very flat—”

The word "quiet" was drowned out by a gunshot.

Carter's screams and howls erupted almost simultaneously with the cloud of blood on his hand; the bullet pierced his hand, and the kinetic energy and momentum tore off half of his arm—the power strip artifact fell to the ground with a thud.

Fu Tailan lay on the ground, and as another hunter turned to face him, he swiftly and cleanly drove a bullet into his chest.

The remaining two hunters reacted quickly and immediately fired at him; Fu Tailan's lying on the ground actually became a slight advantage - from an upright angle, it was difficult for people at a distance to hit him for a brief moment.

Even just this one breath is enough.

Fu Tailan fired two shots into the legs of the two men, watching them collapse like a pile of writhing, screaming in pain on the ground.

He struggled to his feet, staggering to Carter's side and picking up the power strip artifact.

...So there were several fake images hidden at the front of the corridor.

Fu Tailan was in a daze and turned off every switch; when he turned around, he saw Ruimi standing not far away in the corridor, staring at him.

Remi did not raise the gun in her hand.

“…Hi,” Fu Tailan smiled at her. “Carter values ​​you a lot.”

Remy glanced at her unconscious boss on the ground. "He knows I can keep secrets, so he always gives me the dirty work."

Fu Tailan slumped into Carter's chair, holding a power strip in one hand and a gun in the other.

He took a few deep breaths, managing to even out his breathing.

Vulture particles are not real blood after all; he has to use his consciousness to propel them through his veins, trick his heart, and gain a tiny bit of strength in return.

"What you are facing is me, who is known as a 'young genius' in the hunter community..."

Fu Tailan looked at the hunters who had just rushed out from behind Remy, and the two wounded men on the ground struggling to point their guns at him, and was surprisingly calm. Perhaps Carter was right.

“I’m the kind of person who… loves to hear compliments. So I know that quite a few people even say that I’m the top hunter in Blackmore City right now.”

His voice was low and weak, but no one in the corridor interrupted him; they all listened in a daze.

"What you're paid is money, after all. For the sake of our past as colleagues, I'm giving you a piece of advice: there's no need to risk your lives for money or for Carter Morgan."

Fu Tailan subconsciously reached her blood-soaked hand into her pocket, only to realize upon touching it that she had no cigarettes left.

"...Even though I'm in this state, I'm still confident I can take you all to hell with me."

He smiled slightly. "Remi, what do you say?"

Remy glanced at Carter again.

She paused, first pointing to the camera in the corner of the ceiling, then gesturing "please" towards the front of the corridor.

“Their injuries can’t be delayed, especially the boss’s, who is seriously injured. Any delay could cause irreversible consequences.” She said clearly, “I need to treat their injuries immediately, so I have to let you in now.”

Fu Tailan lowered her eyelids and listened in silence.

"But I have my responsibilities. I can't guarantee that when you come out, I'll make sure you leave safely with Fu Han."

“Oh,” Fu Tailan suddenly laughed, “you don’t need to worry about that.”

He never intended to take Fu Han with him.

(End of this chapter)