330: Chapter 329: Hallucinations 330: Chapter 329: Hallucinations “Hmph, it was indeed you who killed my son, and today I will use your fresh blood to console his spirit in heaven!”
Situ Yuanhua bellowed furiously, as he had suspected all along, his son, Situ Nan’s death was inextricably linked to Ning Fan.
“Xila, cripple this whelp first for me.
I want him to suffer the worst torment until he begs me to kill him!”
Like a raging lion, Situ Yuanhua leaped up, commanding Xila who was beside him, wielding his Dragon Head Cane.
Xila heeded the command, his expression serious as he clasped his hands into claws, the palm of his right hand striking out, with a distinct red dot clearly visible; that was where Ning Fan had marked him before with Silver Needle.
“You mangy cur, today this place will be your grave!”
Xila glared at Ning Fan madly.
Although he knew that being seriously injured, he was no match for Ning Fan, he still spoke arrogantly, refusing to let his momentum falter.
Ning Fan shook his head, looking indifferently at Xila who was merely putting on a strong front; he was well aware of how severe Xila’s injuries were.
“Sir, you should take care of yourself, and take the opportunity to press the alarm…”
While Xila lunged towards Situ Yuanhua, he discreetly gave Situ Yuanhua a reminder.
Situ Yuanhua was momentarily stunned, looking at him puzzled.
At the same time, on the other side, Ning Fan who had keen ears, couldn’t help but laugh out loud, “Hehe, what a loyal act of protecting the master, you really have raised a good dog!”
“You mangy cur, don’t be arrogant, let this old man meet you!”
Xila glared furiously at Ning Fan, wishing he could peel off Ning Fan’s skin alive.
The hatred Xila harbored towards Ning Fan was no less than that of Situ Yuanhua.
He had always borne the humiliation at the Manor, and now with Ning Fan calling him a dog, Xila disregarded his injuries and exerted all his strength to attack Ning Fan.
However, Xila had already sustained injuries in the previous battle with Ning Fan, how could he now stand a chance against Ning Fan?
Ning Fan clenched his right fist, neither evading nor retreating.
He moved forward swiftly, his figure like a fleeting shadow, rushing up to Xila’s front.
With a crisp crack, Ning Fan’s fist struck Xila’s chest, instantly rupturing several of his ribs.
“Ahh!” Xila staggered back several steps, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, looking at Ning Fan unwillingly.
Finally, at this moment, Situ Yuanhua reacted.
He finally understood what Xila’s earlier reminder meant!
“Ning Fan!” Situ Yuanhua gritted his teeth and glared at Ning Fan, the totem tattoo on his face trembling violently, looking extremely ferocious.
Situ Yuanhua truly hadn’t expected Ning Fan’s strength to be so formidable, not even the strongest expert by his side for many years was his match.
But the hatred for killing his son was not shared under the heavens; this profound resentment, instead of decreasing upon witnessing Ning Fan’s strength, surged even more intensely.
“Jianghu Ninth Master, what a Jianghu Ninth Master, tonight this ‘Ninth Master’ will remain here!”
Situ Yuanhua roared, his voice echoing long in the air.
Grasping the Dragon Head Cane, he ran towards a red wooden pillar.
Attached to the pillar hung a long sword, which on closer inspection, was actually a button connected to the entire Manor’s alarm system.
Once this button was pressed, alarms would ring throughout the Manor, and all the bodyguards inside and outside the Manor would converge here, enveloping Ning Fan.
But how could Ning Fan, who had already discerned Situ Yuanhua’s intentions, allow him to succeed?
Ning Fan watched coldly as Situ Yuanhua, limping with his cane, his face filled with manic hatred, ran towards the red wooden pillar.
Suddenly, Ning Fan lifted his wrist, and several Silver Needles shot out.
“Master, be careful!” Xi Lao covered his chest as his entire jaw had been stained red with blood, and his eyes almost burst with rage as he watched the Silver Needles in the air, but he could only look helplessly and unable to stop them.
At this moment, Situ Yuanhua was still immersed in the pleasure of avenging his son, believing that once he pressed that button, Ning Fan would be trapped in the Manor unless he was a Daluo Golden Immortal.
“Ning Fan, you are doomed!” Situ Yuanhua laughed wildly to himself.
But just as he was one step away from the button, a sudden pain struck his back, his thoughts froze for a second, and then he fell to the ground.
Just one step away, Situ Yuanhua unwillingly looked at the button on the mahogany column, then fell face first onto the ground.
“You deserve to die!” Xi Lao gritted his teeth as he looked at Ning Fan and charged again.
Ning Fan glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and shot a Silver Needle into his left knee with his right hand.
“Ugh!”
Xi Lao groaned, falling to one knee on the ground, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at Ning Fan, looking like a malevolent ghost at that moment.
Ning Fan shifted his attention back to Situ Yuanhua, who slowly stood up, but his expression was very strange.
Situ Yuanhua scratched his face, neck, and body while continuously muttering, “What’s happening, so itchy, so itchy…”
After about five seconds, Situ Yuanhua’s skin started to redden, and his wrinkled skin began to ooze glaring blood.
“What’s happening to me?
What have you done to me, Ning Fan?
What have you done?!”
Situ Yuanhua turned his face, his eyes bulging, tears of blood streaming from the corners, his face now more gruesome than ever.
Ning Fan looked on indifferently at Situ Yuanhua, not saying a word while Situ Yuanhua’s gaze was not on Ning Fan, but instead fixated on Xi Lao not far away.
Simultaneously, Xi Lao’s body underwent similar changes to those of Situ Yuanhua, his skin reddening and then bleeding, followed by neurological disorders.
“Ning Fan, you should die, you should die!” Xi Lao lay on the ground, frantically shouting at Situ Yuanhua.
At this moment, Situ Yuanhua also rushed towards Xi Lao, yelling, “Ning Fan, come for your death!
I will avenge my son today myself!”
Situ Yuanhua and Xi Lao, the master and servant, couldn’t tell each other apart, as they collided and began to battle each other.
They used their fingernails and teeth to tear each other’s flesh.
At that moment, Xi Lao bit into Situ Yuanhua’s neck, who screamed in agony and then became even more frenzied, driving his hands into his opponent’s neck.
Two jets of blood sprayed long.
And Situ Yuanhua viciously plunged a finger directly into Xi Lao’s eye socket, forcefully scooping out a bloody eyeball!!!
“Ah!!!”
The two screamed in pain but still did not stop their assault.
Ning Fan watched, expressionless, the bloody, brutally cruel scene unfold.
Ning Fan is a doctor, capable of both saving and killing.
The Silver Needles he shot into Situ Yuanhua and Xi Lao carried deadly toxins, also inducing hallucinations.
The hallucinations caused them to see each other as Ning Fan, and as their hatred escalated, they began to kill one another.
“Go reunite with Situ Nan down below.”
Leaving behind that final phrase, Ning Fan silently turned around and disappeared into the darkness.