God Slayer: Make Up for the Past

The florist's eyes snapped open, their crimson pupils devoid of any spirit, replaced by a chilling ferocity. A sharp scream pierced the room, carrying a bone-chilling chill. Her once-soft face was now twisted and distorted, as something seemed to surge beneath her skin, veins bulging like a coiled venomous snake.

"No... no..." Chu Feng watched the florist's transformation, and the ominous premonition in his heart instantly became a reality. He tried to get closer, but was bounced back by an invisible force and slammed heavily against the wall.

Pan Yue's rune sword shone, but it couldn't suppress the evil spirit's power as it had before. "This evil spirit's power... has increased several times!" He gritted his teeth, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

The yin energy in the room grew thicker, almost solidifying into a suffocating mass. The florist's body began to tremble violently, and a creepy growl emanated from his mouth. Chu Feng struggled to stand, but felt powerless. He realized that the florist's condition was even more serious than he had imagined.

At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Agent Ye rushed in with an anxious look on his face, followed by the frightened Director Ke and Reporter Lu holding a camera.

"What's going on? What's going on? What happened to the florist?" Manager Ye shouted as he entered the room. Seeing the mess in the room, his face suddenly changed. He pointed at Chu Feng and Pan Yue and shouted angrily, "You two! I told you not to go near the florist. What did you do to her?!"

Chu Feng endured the pain in his body and explained, "The flower artist is possessed by an evil spirit. We are trying to find a way to save her!"

"Evil spirit? Nonsense!" Manager Ye didn't believe Chu Feng at all. "You charlatans, you're just playing tricks! It must be you!" He turned to reporter Lu and said, "Film it! Film it! I want to expose all of this!"

Reporter Lu excitedly raised his camera and took a lot of photos of Chu Feng and Pan Yue, adding fuel to the fire: "Shocking! Popular artist Hua Yiren is in critical condition, suspected of being cast under a mysterious spell!..."

Director Ke hid behind Agent Ye, trembling, and occasionally poked his head out to look at the florist with terrified eyes.

Chu Feng was seething with rage, yet powerless to refute. He knew the most important thing now wasn't to argue with these people, but to find a way to save the flower artist. However, the evil spirit's aura grew stronger, and he couldn't find a definitive method to exorcise it. A terrifying thought flashed through his mind: Perhaps there was some other force behind this evil spirit!

Manager Ye continued to chatter, trying to stop Chu Feng from approaching the florist, insisting that Chu Feng would only make the situation worse. Chu Feng felt extremely angry and powerless. He stared at the florist, watching her struggle in pain, his heart filled with self-blame and anxiety.

Suddenly, the florist's body stiffened, and her scarlet eyes regained a hint of clarity. She used up her last bit of strength, her lips moved slightly, and she uttered a word with difficulty: "... Ding..."

The florist's weak voice was as faint as a mosquito's, yet it carried clearly into Chu Feng's ears through the noisy room. "Ding..." The word, like a flash of lightning, shattered Chu Feng's thoughts. Ding? Could it be the evil spirit Ding manipulating the world?

A strong sense of crisis washed over Chu Feng, who knew he had to get to the bottom of this matter as quickly as possible. He took a deep breath, summoning the remaining strength within him, and activated his ability to rewind time. The world before his eyes, like a film reel spinning in reverse, rapidly receded. The clamor, Manager Ye's yelling, the florist's screams—everything was rewinding until time froze to the moment just before the florist's strange behavior.

Chu Feng's gaze was fixed on the florist, carefully observing everything around him. He saw Agent Ye hurried into the room, holding a beautifully wrapped gift box and handing it to the florist. The florist opened the box, revealing a glittering necklace. The moment she put it on, a black aura gushed out and quickly penetrated her body.

Chu Feng's eyes snapped open, and reality returned to him. He pointed at the pale-faced Manager Ye and sternly declared, "It's you! You're the one who killed the florist! That necklace you brought is possessed by an evil spirit!"

Manager Ye was stunned. He subconsciously touched his pocket and his face turned pale. He didn't expect Chu Feng to know all this. He stammered in defense, "I... I don't know... I bought that necklace... from an antique shop..."

"Antique shop? Do you think I would believe that?" Chu Feng snorted coldly, "That necklace is clearly contaminated by an evil spirit! As her agent, you were so careless as to bring such a dangerous item to her. What crime should you take?"

Agent Ye's lies were exposed, leaving him speechless and looking extremely grim. Reporter Lu's camera was still pointed at them, capturing the entire scene.

Director Ke, who had been hiding behind Manager Ye, saw this scene and his expression changed. Although he was timid, he was not stupid. He realized that Chu Feng might actually have something, and that Manager Ye might be hiding something. He walked up to Chu Feng and softened his tone, "Mr. Chu, since you know that the flower artist is possessed by an evil spirit, please treat her as soon as possible. The filming schedule cannot be delayed. As you know, time is money."

Chu Feng ignored Director Ke's urging. He walked to the side of the flower artist and said with a firm look: "Don't worry, I will definitely save you."

Pan Yue walked up to Chu Feng and whispered, "The power of this evil spirit is much stronger than before. You have to be careful."

Chu Feng nodded. He knew a fierce battle was inevitable. He took a deep breath and condensed a ball of golden light in his hand... "Here it comes!"

The golden light danced in Chu Feng's hands like a leaping elf, illuminating his resolute face. He carefully controlled the intensity of the light, not daring to let it burst out completely, for fear of hurting the florist possessed by the evil spirit.

Black mist seeped out of the flower artist's seven orifices, twisting and roaring, like a trapped beast desperately trying to break free. Under the pressure of Chu Feng's golden light, it eroded the flower artist's body even more frantically, making her originally fair skin even paler, even revealing a hint of blue-gray.

"Chu Feng, the power of this evil spirit is stronger than any we have encountered before. It seems to be absorbing the vitality of the flower artist to strengthen itself!" Pan Yue observed the battle situation from the side with a serious tone.

Chu Feng gritted his teeth, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead. While controlling the golden light, he carefully observed the evil spirit's movements. This evil spirit was incredibly cunning, using the florist's body as cover, making Chu Feng hesitant to attack with all his might.

"It's afraid of your golden light, but it's also gambling that you won't dare harm the flower artist." Pan Yue analyzed calmly, "You need to find its weakness, or find a way to separate it from the flower artist's body."

The staff around were watching this scene nervously. Director Ke was even more anxious. He looked at his watch from time to time and muttered, "Time, time..." Agent Ye hid in the corner, his eyes flickering, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

Chu Feng's eyes fell on the face of the florist. Her brows were furrowed, and her lips were trembling slightly, as if she was enduring great pain. In her coma, she seemed to feel Chu Feng's efforts. Her hand moved slightly, and her fingertips touched the back of Chu Feng's hand.

At that moment, Chu Feng's heart trembled violently. The florist's hand was cold and weak, yet it seemed to convey an inexplicable strength to him. The pity and persistence in his eyes became even stronger, as if silently promising: I will definitely save you.

Chu Feng took a deep breath and mobilized his strength once more. Golden light swirled in his hands, gradually forming a vortex that emitted a powerful suction force. He carefully brought the golden vortex closer to the flower artist, attempting to draw the evil spirit from her body.

The evil spirit let out a sharp roar, and the black mist grew thicker, desperately resisting the suction of the golden vortex. The flower artist's body also began to tremble violently, as if it would collapse at any moment.

"Chu Feng, be careful!" Pan Yue suddenly shouted.

Chu Feng looked up suddenly and saw that Agent Ye had come to the florist's side at some point, holding a dagger in his hand and was about to stab the florist.

"Stop!" Chu Feng roared, and his figure flashed, blocking the flower artist.

The dagger pierced Chu Feng's shoulder, and blood instantly stained his clothes red. Chu Feng groaned, endured the pain, and knocked Manager Ye away with a palm.

"Are you crazy?!" Pan Yue rushed to Chu Feng and supported his shaky body.

"He...he wanted to...kill me..." The flower artist struggled to utter a few words in his coma.

Chu Feng's gaze fell on Agent Ye, who lay on the ground, his eyes icy. Agent Ye struggled to get up, a sinister smile on his face: "As long as she's dead, no one will know my secret..."

"What other secrets do you have?" Chu Feng endured the pain and approached Agent Ye step by step.

Agent Ye's eyes flickered, and he suddenly pulled out a black box from his pocket and opened it violently.

An even more powerful evil aura surged out of the box... "Ding..." The flower artist muttered again.