This Spiritual Energy is Lethal!-Chapter 116 - : The Pale Moon

Chapter 116: Chapter 116: The Pale Moon

Even from a distance of over ten meters, Chen Ke could see the large “XO” on the bottle, a top-tier white brandy.

Lester had mentioned that these targets always had many bodyguards, but from the current situation, Chen Ke hadn’t encountered any bodyguards or felt any killing intent.

He could only guess that the man had faced some tremendous setback and, bolstered by the strength of XO, had come alone to the office to rage powerlessly at the air.

Chen Ke cautiously pushed the door slightly open to check for any ambushes; the empty office confirmed his guess, he truly was the only one here.

Expensive oil paintings hung on the walls of the office—rich folks love to do that, throwing money at things they don’t understand just to hang them up and elevate their taste.

One painting in particular captured Chen Ke’s attention. It was quite large, roughly estimated to be over three meters high and nearly a meter wide, hanging in the center of the left wall, taking up most of the wall space.

The painting depicted a beautiful woman in a blue sleeveless cheongsam, with a sheer black scarf draped over her head, revealing only half of her face. She looked sorrowful and had a mole on her mouth corner; the cheongsam was temptingly open at the chest, revealing long, elegant white legs gracefully closed together, paired with high heels of the same color as the cheongsam.

The cheongsam-clad woman sat on a small stool, facing away from the painting, with her lips slightly downturned as if sighing at someone outside the frame. Although the painting seemed exquisitely expensive, it somehow sent shivers down the spine.

Unexpectedly, this guy seemed to appreciate Fei Huang style—no doubt that painting wasn’t cheap.

Chen Ke didn’t bother hiding and walked boldly through the door before closing it behind him. The other man, drunk and sitting on the ground, showed no surprise at Chen Ke’s approach.

“Would you like a drink, my friend?” the man lifted the bottle.

“This is your last night on earth, and that’s all you have to say?” asked Chen Ke.

“Ah… my last night, why not? I have everything, yet I have nothing. I should have died long ago,” the man said, lifting the bottle and gulping down the contents.

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Chen Ke suppressed the strong curiosity he felt. He desperately wanted to ask the man what was wrong, but he also knew that the man’s issues were none of his concern.

“Would you join me to look at the moon, friend?” the man struggled to stand up, leaning on the table and tossing the empty bottle on the floor.

Chen Ke instinctively took a step back, reaching for his gun but held back.

“Ah… the moon… only the moon doesn’t deceive…,” the man said, staggering toward the helipad, mumbling words Chen Ke couldn’t understand.

Chen Ke followed, offering no resistance. The wind was strong on the rooftop, and a small helicopter was parked on the pad.

“This world… is full of madmen… only the moon, it does not deceive. Only… ugh!” Halfway through his words, the man vomited a mix of black substances as thick as thumbs, along with bloodstained, undigested fluids from his stomach, which wriggled slightly on the ground as if they were alive…

The ensuing smell was nauseating, a mix of alcohol and indescribable odors. Chen Ke covered his nose, looking astonishingly at the man’s vomit, finding it hard to imagine what he must have eaten…

“The moon… the moon… pale blood…” the man mumbled deliriously, walking toward the edge of the rooftop with strange and eerie steps.

Chen Ke also looked up at the moon out of impulse, unsure if it was because he was standing on a rooftop thirty stories high, but the moon appeared much larger than usual against the abyss-like dark sky.

Coming to his senses, Chen Ke realized the man was no longer in sight on the rooftop. Frowning, he skirted around the vomit and ran to the edge of the building to look down.

From a hundred meters up, the traffic and pedestrians on the street below looked like ants. At this moment, a large crowd had gathered at the steps of the building…

Chen Ke sighed. He didn’t know what kind of witchcraft had befallen the man. Although he hadn’t laid a hand on him, the target had indeed “died in an accident.”

Chen Ke took out his cell phone and dialed Lester’s number.

“Lester, the target has jumped off the building,” he said indifferently.

“Good job. Don’t tell me the details. I know you always find a way,” Lester responded with satisfaction.

“Mm… wait and see,” Chen Ke said.

After hanging up, his curiosity about the man’s strange condition got the better of him, so he walked over to the vomit next to the man, forcefully suppressing his disgust and aversion, and examined the black strip-like matter.

Initially, Chen Ke thought it might be some kind of worm, but upon closer inspection, it wasn’t. It seemed more like a section of intestines… Could it be that the guy had vomited out a part of his own intestines just now?

He was convinced that the man’s vomiting had not been caused by excessive drinking. It seemed more like some kind of physiological rejection…

When he looked back at the enormous moon, the tranquil moonlight cast a vastly different hue on the top floor of the building compared to the bustling commercial street below. If the world below the 20th floor was a lively human world of orange and red, the rooftop was a cold, blue realm of the dead—a place that felt like a completely different world.

Chen Ke shuddered involuntarily. He didn’t know if it was an illusion, but under the moon’s embrace, unnamed white frost began to rise around him, like a fog that would never dissipate, casting the entire rooftop in haze.

He exhaled a breath of warm air. The temperature here had started to drop slowly from just a moment ago. There was a feeling of stepping into a non-human domain. Staying here was pointless, and Chen Ke turned to enter the office.

“+10 hours”

“Life span has reached its limit…”

“+10 hours”

“Life span has reached its limit…”

“+10 hours”

“Life span has reached its limit…”

…

Just as his hands grasped the doorknob, ready to leave, Chen Ke suddenly felt an overwhelming surge of murderous intent and realized that it was increasing his life span by 10 hours every second!

He whirled around abruptly, drawing his PPQ45 and searching for the source of the murderous intent in the empty office. However, at that moment, the murderous intent vanished.

The office was very quiet. An XO liquor bottle lay on the floor, as if touched by the wind, had rolled half a turn.

Moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The cheongsam-clad beauty in the oil painting on the wall had lost her brilliant color under the moonlight, looking somewhat pale. The black cheongsam framed her fair skin while the veiled face was half-smiling, with lips slightly upturned.

This painting must be worth a lot.

Regardless of what had been there before, now it either had lost interest in Chen Ke or had left. Chen Ke glanced through the window at the eerie moon one more time, shook his head, put away his gun, and left the place.

When he returned to the bustling streets and looked up at the top of the building, the floors that had still been occupied by overtime workers had their lights turned off. Hmm… when had they left?

Chen Ke looked up, searching through the light pollution of neon signs, billboards, and big screens for the moon. However, all he could see was a faint crescent hanging in the night sky as dark as ink.