God Slayer: Make Up for the Past

The black box opened, as if the gates of hell had cracked open. A suffocating evil aura rushed towards him, even more powerful and colder than the evil spirit that had previously attached itself to the florist. Chu Feng felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and the spiritual power in his body seemed to be suppressed.

"Ding..." The flower artist muttered again, his voice so weak that it was almost inaudible.

Chu Feng endured the sharp pain in his shoulder and stared intently at the black box in Agent Ye's hand. The box was empty, yet the evil aura emanated from it. He realized that this box was likely the tool used by Ding the Evil Spirit Manipulator to control the evil spirit.

Manager Ye smiled grimly, as if he had already witnessed Chu Feng's death. He pointed the box at Chu Feng, muttering something, and a black aura began to surge towards Chu Feng.

"Chu Feng, be careful!" Pan Yue stood in front of Chu Feng, condensing spiritual power in his hands to form a barrier, trying to block the erosion of the black aura.

However, the aura was too powerful, and the barrier only lasted a moment before shattering. A black aura enveloped Pan Yue's body, and he groaned, his face instantly turning pale.

Chu Feng pulled Pan Yue away and at the same time activated his own spiritual power. The golden light shone again, forming a vortex that sucked the black aura into it.

"Ah!" Manager Ye screamed, and the black box in his hand fell to the ground. Without the support of the box, the black aura quickly dissipated, and the evil spirit in the flower artist also calmed down, but she remained unconscious.

Chu Feng picked up the black box from the ground and examined it carefully. The surface of the box was covered in strange runes, emitting a faintly sinister aura. He sensed that the box contained a powerful force, but he had no idea how to use it.

"Chu Feng, how is the florist?" Pan Yue asked weakly.

Chu Feng shook his head, looking at the unconscious florist, his heart filled with remorse. He felt he wasn't strong enough to protect those around him. The florist's condition wasn't improving, and the evil spirit seemed to be taking root deeper within her, which made him even more worried.

"Ding..." The flower artist muttered again. This time Chu Feng heard it clearly. What she muttered was the word "Ding".

"Ding..." Chu Feng muttered to himself. Who exactly was this "Ding"? What was his relationship with Agent Ye? All of this was like a huge mystery, shrouding his heart.

He glanced at Agent Ye who was lying on the ground. At this moment, Agent Ye had passed out with a look of fear on his face.

Chu Feng knew that he had to find this "Ding" as soon as possible to solve all the mysteries and save the florist. He put the black box away, helped Pan Yue up, and prepared to leave.

At this moment, Chu Feng suddenly noticed that the flower artist's finger moved slightly and pointed in the direction of her bedroom...

Chu Feng supported Pan Yue and followed the florist's finger towards her bedroom. The room was simply furnished, and the air was filled with a faint scent of incense, a stark contrast to the sinister atmosphere that had previously permeated the room. Chu Feng looked around, his gaze finally landing on a painting on the bedside table. The painting depicted a tranquil lake, with weeping willows swaying by the waterside. It seemed ordinary, yet a subtle, eerie aura emanated from it.

Chu Feng activated the Night Watchman's unique "clairvoyance," and the world took on a different appearance before his eyes. The previously tranquil scene was rippled with waves of spiritual energy, and the painting on the bedside table emanated an eerie red glow. Chu Feng approached and examined it carefully, discovering a hidden rune engraved on the back of the frame. This rune was surprisingly identical to the one previously discovered on the mysterious individual, the symbol suspected to be the operator of Ding Xie's spirit!

A surge of excitement washed over Chu Feng, who felt he was one step closer to the truth. He quickly took a photo of the rune with his phone and compared it with the Night Watch's internal database. Soon, the database returned the result: the rune was an ancient evil spirit contract rune, commonly used to bind and control evil spirits. Beneath the rune, a string of addresses was hidden, cleverly obscured by a special encryption method.

Chu Feng cracked the encrypted message and found the address was an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city. He knew that the manipulator of Ding Xieling was probably hiding there.

Just then, a rapid knock on the door shattered the silence. When the door opened, it was none other than Agent Ye. His face was pale, his eyes flickering, a stark contrast to his previous arrogant demeanor.

"Chu Feng, let's talk." Agent Ye said in a low voice with a hint of pleading.

"What else is there to talk about between us?" Chu Feng's tone was cold. He was full of disgust towards Agent Ye.

"I know you have been investigating the matter of Hua Yiren, and I also know that you have found out some things. I...I want to cooperate with you." Agent Ye gritted his teeth and seemed to have made a difficult decision.

"Cooperation? Why do you think I will believe you?" Chu Feng sneered.

Manager Ye took a deep breath and said, "I know some secrets about the evil spirit Ding manipulates, and I can tell you. I know you want to save Hua Yiren, and I also want to break free from Ding's control."

Chu Feng was silent, pondering the truth of Ye's words. Ye's sudden change of heart made him suspect a trick.

"Why should I believe that you won't betray me?" Chu Feng asked.

Agent Ye's eyes flickered, as if he was weighing the pros and cons. "I... I swear, everything I said is true. If I lied to you, then let me..."

Before he could finish his words, a shrill scream suddenly rang out from the florist's room, followed by the sound of shattering glass. A powerful evil aura surged from the room, instantly enveloping the entire apartment.

"Not good!" Chu Feng's face changed, he pushed Agent Ye away and rushed into the flower artist's room.

Inside the room, the demonic florist hovered in mid-air, her eyes bloodshot and emitting a chilling scream. Her once-smooth hair now danced like a venomous snake, whirling through the air. A powerful evil aura emanated from her, shattering the surrounding furniture.

"It seems you're almost there," the florist said in a sharp, inhuman voice, a strange smile curling up at the corner of her mouth. "But you won't succeed!"

After saying that, she suddenly swung out a palm, and a black energy wave rushed towards Chu Feng. Chu Feng dodged to the side, barely avoiding the attack. The energy wave hit the wall behind him, blasting a huge hole.

"Pan Yue, be careful!" Chu Feng shouted, and at the same time pulled out the Night Watch dagger he carried with him and rushed forward.

The demonic florist was incredibly fast, her movements erratic, making it difficult for Chu Feng to track her. She attacked continuously, sending waves of black energy raining down on her, forcing Chu Feng to dodge.

At this moment, several small evil spirits emerged from behind the florist. They had different shapes and ferocious faces. They screamed shrilly and pounced towards Chu Feng.

"Damn it!" Chu Feng cursed inwardly. Although these small evil spirits were not strong individually, they were numerous and agile, which greatly interfered with his actions.

Seeing this, Pan Yue also joined the battle. Although he did not have as strong an attack as Chu Feng, he was proficient in various auxiliary skills, which could help Chu Feng resist some attacks and create opportunities for him to counterattack.

Chu Feng kept moving back and forth in the battle, dodging the attacks of the evil spirits while looking for opportunities to counterattack. The dagger in his hand flashed with cold light, and every swing brought a sharp gust of wind, chopping the approaching small evil spirits into pieces.

In the fierce battle, the unconscious florist suddenly uttered a faint groan: "Chu...Feng..."

This faint voice seemed to penetrate the noisy battle and clearly reached Chu Feng's ears. His heart warmed, and an inexplicable power surged through his body.

"Florist..." Chu Feng whispered her name, his eyes becoming more determined, "I will definitely save you!"

He swung the dagger in his hand faster and harder, as if with his firm belief, he killed the small evil spirits one by one.

The battle dragged on for a long time, and Chu Feng and Pan Yue were exhausted, but the evil spirit of the flower artist showed no signs of weakening. Chu Feng knew that he had to find a solution quickly, otherwise they would be exhausted and die here sooner or later.

The address he had found in the flower artist's room flashed through his mind, and he thought to himself, "Evil Spirit Manipulator Ding, I will definitely find you!"

At this moment, the evil florist suddenly stopped attacking. She floated in the air, let out a sharp scream, and then turned into a ball of black mist and disappeared.

"What's going on?" Pan Yue asked, panting.

Chu Feng frowned. He knew the evil spirit's sudden retreat was no good; it was likely the calm before the storm. He looked at Pan Yue and said in a deep voice, "We must rush to that address as soon as possible. That's likely where Ding the evil spirit's controller is hiding."

Night enveloped the city. A taxi sped along the empty streets, finally stopping in front of an abandoned theater. Chu Feng and Pan Yue got out of the car and looked at the eerie building before them, a chill running down their spines.

The theater's doors were tightly shut, and the air was thick with the aura of evil spirits, but not a single person was in sight.

"Is this... the hiding place of Ding Xieling's manipulator?" Pan Yue asked in a low voice, with a hint of uneasiness in his tone.

Chu Feng didn't answer. He looked around cautiously, then slowly pushed open the theater's door... With a creak, the door swung open, and an even stronger evil spirit aura rushed towards him...

"It seems that we have fallen into a trap." Chu Feng said in a deep voice, tightening the dagger in his hand.