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Chapter 162 Noah, dead!
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In the dimly lit corridor of the underground prison, two slender figures were moving forward with low steps.
"Phew—finally the 29th is over." The girl walking behind raised her hand and pressed her chest, her voice trembling slightly as she relaxed.
The girl walking in front turned around and gave him a reassuring look, then put her finger to her lips in a "shh" gesture.
But the moment she turned her head, the beam of her flashlight swept across the ground in front of her and froze.
"That's... a person?" The short-haired girl walking in front felt a tightness in her throat.
Under the flashlight beam, a tall man in a gray uniform was lying on the ground, with a patch of red bloodstains on his chest.
The two exchanged a quick glance, reading the same wariness and astonishment in each other's eyes.
They moved quietly and slowly approached, finally stopping beside the man.
The short-haired girl held her breath, squatted down, and quickly reached under the other person's nose.
A warm current flowed through my fingertips.
"Still alive." She turned her head and silently mouthed to the long-haired girl.
After a brief hesitation, she withdrew her tentative hand and instead patted the man's cheek forcefully.
"Hey! Wake up!"
The next second, the man—Noah—suddenly trembled, as if he had been forcibly pulled from a deep-sea nightmare.
A muffled groan escaped from deep in his throat. His heavy eyelids struggled to open, and his pupils, which had been dilated in the dim light, finally focused again with difficulty.
He shook his head vigorously, trying to prop himself up with his elbows, but a sudden wave of dizziness caused him to fall back down heavily.
"What's wrong with me?" His voice was hoarse and dry, with a hint of confusion.
"We don't know either," the girl with the ponytail interjected. "We just patrolled this area and found you lying on the ground. Are you injured?"
"Injured..." Noah repeated the word, subconsciously raising his hand to touch his chest.
Touching the holes in the clothes and the wounds underneath, which had congealed but were still painful, brought back fragments of memories that pierced my mind like ice picks.
"Kamishiro... Ryuichi..." he gritted his teeth and uttered the name, then suddenly looked up urgently at the two girls, "Have you... seen a man who looks... a lot like a girl?"
The two girls exchanged a glance and both shook their heads.
The short-haired girl said, "You mean the chosen one from the cherry blossom country? We didn't see him. We didn't find anyone else here besides you."
Noah's heart sank. Kamiya was gone. Had she escaped or...?
Just then, a soft, seductive voice, seemingly hooked, pierced directly into his ear:
"Honey, you're finally awake?"
"I was so worried... Seeing you collapse broke my heart!"
"That shot must have hurt a lot, right?"
"Come in quickly...come to me, let me comfort you and take care of you...you need a warm embrace, you need gentle touches to forget the pain..."
"Only I can give you the ultimate joy and peace... Come to number 27, I've been waiting for you, my warrior..."
The voice, filled with endless allure and tenderness, instantly soothed the burning pain of his wounds and eased his anxiety about the whereabouts of the Gods.
Noah's eyes glazed over again. He ignored the two girls in front of him, stiffly got up from the ground, and walked towards cell number 27 ahead, his steps unsteady but his direction clear.
"Hey! Where are you going?" The short-haired girl immediately sensed something was wrong and stepped forward to stop him. "Wake up!"
Noah acted as if he hadn't heard her and tried to walk around her.
The girl with the ponytail blocked their way, shouting, "That's Phantom's cell! Going there is suicide!"
"You... don't need to worry about me! Get out of my way!" He suddenly exerted his strength and shoved the two people blocking his way.
His strength was unexpected; the two girls were pushed backward and staggered.
The short-haired girl quickly raised her sidearm and aimed it at Noah's back.
"No!" The girl with the ponytail reached out and pressed down on the muzzle of her gun. "He's asking for it. We don't need to waste bullets."
"Even if we knock him out, how are the two of us supposed to get him out of here? Mission priority!"
The short-haired girl looked at Noah's resolute back, then at her companion's calm face, bit her lip, and finally slowly lowered her gun.
Noah practically lunged at the door of cell number 27.
His eyes were vacant, but his movements were unusually precise as he took out his access card and inserted it into the slot.
A torrent of intense emotions surged through Noah's mind:
"I love you...I need you...hold me...possess me...we are each other's only salvation..."
"Click~"
The air pressure sealing strip at the seam of the alloy door is slightly leaking air.
Noah was overjoyed. With all his might, he pushed the door open and rushed inside!
Inside the room, a slender figure leaned against the bed, her curves exquisite, her long hair cascading down her back. Even in the dim light, her breathtaking beauty was palpable.
Noah took a deep breath, rushed over, and hugged the figure tightly.
He then kissed her cheeks and neck wildly and haphazardly, his hands tightly encircling her slender waist, as if trying to meld her into his own body.
The Phantom allowed Noah to kiss her for a moment, then twisted her waist and, with incredible agility and strength, easily took the initiative.
Noah was spun around and fell onto the bed.
"Don't rush, darling..." Phantom said with a smile and a hint of teasing, "Slowly...slowly..."
She leaned down and gently pushed Noah down, taking the dominant position.
She began to return Noah's kisses, from his forehead to his eyes and then to his lips, the movements seemingly gentle and tender, but Noah gradually sensed something amiss—
The kiss was no longer a tender touch, but rather carried a cold, gradually increasing suction!
It felt as if countless tiny, invisible suction cups were firmly adhering to him through the contact of their lips.
Noah's body stiffened abruptly, and the dazed feeling he had been under suddenly cracked.
He tried to break free, but found that his limbs were as if bound by invisible ropes. The power, heat, and even life force in his body began to surge uncontrollably and like a burst dam towards the point of contact between the two, and were greedily devoured by the other!
"No...!" A short, terrified scream escaped his throat.
He stared wide-eyed, finally seeing the coldness, greed, and predator-like focus that now emanated from that exquisitely beautiful face above him.
The suction grew stronger and stronger, and he felt himself rapidly withering and shrivel up...
In just a few dozen seconds, a strong man was transformed into a "mummy" tightly wrapped in dry skin, lying there silently.
The phantom licked her lips, still savoring the moment, and gently traced the sunken cheek of the dried corpse with her fingertips, softly saying:
"Darling, your taste... is even more intense than I imagined."
"It's a pity I was too impatient and didn't have time to savor it properly..."