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Chapter 29: Chapter 28 Swallowing_1 · Oct 14, 2026

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1 Chapter This Work Involves Some Risks_1 2026-10-14
2 Chapter 2: Does this insurance hurt?_1 2026-10-14
3 Chapter 3 The Useless Person_1 2026-10-14
4 Chapter 4 Seeking Advice_1 2026-10-14
5 Chapter 5: The Rewards of Not Being Human_1 2026-10-14
6 Chapter 6 Test_1 2026-10-14
7 Chapter 7 Bluffing_1 2026-10-14
8 Chapter 8 Notes_1 2026-10-14
9 Chapter 9: Exhausting Every Effort_1 2026-10-14
10 Chapter 10: Restricted Scene_1 2026-10-14
11 Chapter 11: The Vitality of the Evil God_1 2026-10-14
12 Chapter 12 Special Rewards_1 2026-10-14
13 Chapter 13 Shocking Young Master Qin_1 2026-10-14
14 Chapter 14 Our Slacking Off is Justified_1 2026-10-14
15 Chapter 15 Passive Go-Slow_1 2026-10-14
16 Chapter 16 Unpreventable_1 2026-10-14
17 Chapter 17 Eat My Gun_1 2026-10-14
18 Chapter 18 I’ve Wanted to Do That for a Long Time_1 2026-10-14
19 Chapter 19 Mirror_1 2026-10-14
20 Chapter 20: Chapter 19 Mirror_2 2026-10-14
21 Chapter 21: Chapter 20 How did you get along with people_1 2026-10-14
22 Chapter 22: Chapter 21: How Many of You Can Fight Like This_1 2026-10-14
23 Chapter 23: Chapter 22: A Hundred Percent Knockback Constitution_1 2026-10-14
24 Chapter 24: Chapter 23 Thug 1/3_1 2026-10-14
25 Chapter 25: Chapter 24 Mindset Determines the Way Out, Pattern Determines the Outcome_1 2026-10-14
26 Chapter 26: Chapter 25 There wasn’t much time left for her_1 2026-10-14
27 Chapter 27: Chapter 26 Ying Jian_1 2026-10-14
28 Chapter 28: Chapter 27 Scarlet Frenzy_1 2026-10-14
29 Chapter 29: Chapter 28 Swallowing_1 2026-10-14
30 Chapter 30: Chapter 29: It’s Impossible to Work Overtime_1 2026-10-14
31 Chapter 31: Chapter 30 Whipping Through the Glass_1 2026-10-14
32 Chapter 32: Chapter 31: The Essence of Upgrading is Giving Birth to Aliens?_1 2026-10-14
33 Chapter 33: Chapter 32 Friends_1 2026-10-14
34 Chapter 34: Chapter 33 Angel of Comfort_1 2026-10-14
35 Chapter 35: Chapter 34: The True Wall of Sighs_1 2026-10-14
36 Chapter 36: Chapter 35 What Weapon Do You Use_1 2026-10-14
37 Chapter 37: Chapter 36 Li Weixuan_1 2026-10-14
38 Chapter 38: Chapter 37 Aggregate_1 2026-10-14
39 Chapter 39: Chapter 38: The Road to Survival_1 2026-10-14
40 Chapter 40: Chapter 39 Bizarre Great Fissure_1 2026-10-14
41 Chapter 41: Chapter 40 Yes, I Killed Him_1 2026-10-14
42 Chapter 42: Chapter 41 You Haven’t Realized the Severity of the Problem_1 2026-10-14
43 Chapter 43: Chapter 42: Blood Puppet_1 2026-10-14
44 Chapter 44: Chapter 43 They Realized the Severity of the Problem_1 2026-10-14
45 Chapter 45: Chapter 44 Do you know what ambergris is?_1 2026-10-14
46 Chapter 46: Chapter 45: The Struggle_1 2026-10-14
47 Chapter 47: Chapter 46 I Only Fight for the Present Day_1 2026-10-14
48 Chapter 48: Chapter 47 Dark Night Liushuang_1 2026-10-14
49 Chapter 49: Chapter 48 Feast_1 2026-10-14
50 Chapter 50: Chapter 49 You are the Legendary Dean Feng_1 2026-10-14

Chapter 29: Chapter 28 Swallowing_1

With Wen Li’s words, a silent storm swept through the entire space before quickly dissipating into nothingness.

In terms of intensity, the impact was no more than a breeze against the face, but Fu Qian felt that something was different.

Before he could fully savor it, a non-human screech echoed through, causing his eardrums to ache.

The Ying Jian he was choking in his hand began to struggle violently.

Has it gone mad from fear? Fu Qian glanced at it.

The top-tier assassin who had just been suggesting a negotiation now had bloodshot eyes and a throaty growl like that of a beast, almost heedlessly twisting its body.

A snapping sound was heard.

...
The Ying Jian, which had all along been unable to break free, suddenly had its neck broken.

What was more bizarre was that the break was already dry as kindling, without any blood flowing out.

The now beheaded Ying Jian did not stop struggling; in fact, its movements became even more frenzied.

As the sound of wind rang out, Fu Qian twisted his head, dodging a claw aimed at his own skull.

The missed claw, under the force of its momentum, led to the already decaying arm breaking off as well.

Just as before, no blood flowed out, but the dark red streaks of blood that had covered the surface of the arm detached all at once.

Then came the shoulder, the chest, the upper body.

Like a cicada shedding its shell, the dark red bloodlines pulled themselves out from the corpse of the Ying Jian, bit by bit, and quickly slid onto the wall, tightly clinging to it.

With the Ying Jian dead beyond dead in his hand, Fu Qian threw the remains aside.

At this very moment, his head felt as if a grenade had gone off inside it.

An extremely violent urge to slaughter filled his mind, stimulating every nerve, and shaking his thoughts to the brink of collapse.

Every cell in his body became agitated, as if only the bloodiest of killings could quell it.

Hiss!

Taking a deep breath, Fu Qian looked back.

Wen Li was standing still with her eyes tightly shut.

Still pale and frail, but the aura she now gave off had visibly changed, enshrouded with a hint of mystery.

Further away, Tan Mingxue had completely collapsed, hugging herself tightly and trembling in a corner.

Countless transparent strands formed from her hair were chaotically entwined around her body, preventing anything from approaching.

Could that invisible storm amplify a person’s emotions?

Fu Qian’s mind stirred, trying to analyze the current situation with the remnants of his reason.

Clearly, the Ying Jian had been affected; previously, it was only focused on escaping, so it had just now desperately tried to break free from his grip.

Exponentially unexpected was that Tan Mingxue was the same; that woman was far less brave than she appeared.

And to think she’s a Night Watchman!

As for Wen Li, the storm had obviously been released from her, which made her the source of the anomaly.

From this perspective, his plan to stimulate Wen Li with the pressures of death and fear had succeeded.

Although the mission’s success notification had not yet come, Wen Li was clearly undergoing a transformation.

As to whether this was the “leveling up opportunity” she mentioned, that remained to be tested.

Crack!

With a muffled sound, Fu Qian’s right hand was forcibly broken.

There was no choice; had he not done it, he would have already pounded the people around him into mincemeat.

However, within a matter of seconds, the broken hand firmly healed.

Breaking Wen Li would make it stop.

In the midst of cracking sounds, Fu Qian broke one hand after another, standing still and forcing himself to calm down.

Breaking Wen Li was easy, but the difficulty was not to hurt her (physically).

Just then, a wave of crimson turmoil rolled before his eyes.

Amidst a bout of shaking, the thing that had detached itself from the body of Ying Jian on the wall had curled into a spiked ball.

Not only that, but the ball was expanding wildly, countless blood-colored vessels twining together, corroding and devouring everything they encountered.

The closest to it was Wen Li, who had remained unmoving.

In ten seconds at most, this person would breathe their last and the young genius would perish.

Fu Qian quickly made a judgment.

But if he smashed this thing, the Crimson fanaticism would disperse.

He didn’t care for himself, but the question remained whether Wen Li, even though she had leveled up, could survive was still an unknown.

The moment the two choices appeared in his mind, Fu Qian felt his brain become a muddle, barely able to think.

Indeed, the emotions of indecision had also been amplified.

He watched as that thing grew wildly, expanding several times in the blink of an eye, now only a step away from Wen Li.

To kill it without breaking it was a bit complicated.

The more stringent the requirements, the broader the thought process had to be.

Fu Qian took a step forward, and the next moment, he completely released the suppression of his frenzied killing intent.

Crackle!

A burst of blood light, and his right hand, which had been restored, left a deep, unfathomable wound on his own chest.

Driven by the frenzy of the killing intent, his body’s metabolism was activated to the extreme.

Almost in an instant, the cells at the wound grew wildly, turning into sharp fangs.

Inhaling deeply, the split in his chest rapidly tore open wider, and in half a second, it turned into a gaping maw full of sharp teeth.

Fu Qian opened it towards the dark-red mass.

The mass, now several times larger, had no chance to avoid and was swallowed whole.

The mouth snapped shut, and the mass began to struggle fiercely.

However, no matter how much it lurched from side to side, it was still firmly suppressed by the frenzied state of the cells, finding no way out at all.

After who knows how many collisions, the mass finally burst and disintegrated.

A scorching red mist escaped, yet it was still locked tightly in Fu Qian’s chest, not a wisp getting out.

Half a minute later, Fu Qian stepped forward and kicked Wen Li’s body.

Ah!

Wen Li let out a scream, opened her eyes, and jumped up from the ground.

Seeing her get up so briskly, there was no need to ask; she had definitely reached the Sixth Phase.

Fu Qian could feel the frenzy inside him dissipate in an instant; it was indeed because of her.

Leveling up in the psychic domain is such a hassle!

“Mr. Fu, thank you for your help,”

Looking around, Wen Li seemed to understand what had happened. A look of surprise appeared on her face, and she bowed deeply to Fu Qian.

But Fu Qian didn’t engage in conversation. Instead, he stared at Wen Li’s eyes, which were now much deeper than before, while a voice echoed in his ears.

[Wen Li’s death, containment failed]

The next moment, the scene in front of him rapidly fell apart, and Fu Qian was back in the familiar warehouse.

[Evaluation: Madness to the extreme]

[Kill: Ying Jian x1]

[Special Kill: Crimson Angel x1]

[Special Kill Reward: Tyrant’s Fist]

[Current SAN Points: 33]

[Would you like to play the event recap?]

To think this could also fail, his intuition wasn’t wrong, this mission was much harder than it appeared on the surface.

Fu Qian took a breath but didn’t do anything like smashing the keyboard; instead, he stood in place and directly chose to review the incident.

He needed to confirm something.

Wen Li was standing right in front of him, having successfully advanced to the Sixth Phase, yet the prompt was death and containment failure.

Unless she was not Wen Li!

Skipping ahead all the way to the end, Fu Qian watched Wen Li bow and then stand up.

The same face, the exact same expressions, but compared to before the upgrade, there was an extra hint of evil in the depths of her eyes.

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