Cultivation towards immortality, starting from being a fisherman Chapter 709 - 383 We Come with Good Intentions!

Da da da!

"Monsters! Monsters, ah!"

"They can’t be killed! These monsters simply cannot be killed!"

In the Federation of Karlo, within the Ground City, resides the main family estate of the Kabu clan.

This place, called an estate, more closely resembles a private dwelling the size of a small city.

It is a place that every branch of the Kabu family dreams of moving into with their families.

Yet, no one had foreseen that on this evening, with the sunlight gently fading,

the Kabu main family estate would instantly turn into Shura Hell.

All at once, it seed as if the entire place was under monster attack, with gunfire and explosions everywhere.

Around the Kabu main estate, drones and caras were omnipresent.

However, they were just watching.

This ti, no one went in to support the Kabu family.

Inside the Kabu family estate,

after a scream sounded, Lanskab’s face twisted as he clutched his pistol and rushed out of his room.

He continually muttered to himself that he knew sothing was wrong, very wrong.

After being sent back to the estate by the old butler, Lanskab had taken out his anger on his maid, who served him, because the tea was too hot.

Then, without waiting for dinner to be served, Lanskab received shocking news.

Just half an hour before, his mother had successfully divorced his father.

The matter had even made the news.

Additionally, he learned that one of his uncles, who also often assisted him in playing gas, his trusted confidant,

suddenly lost his will to live, tied himself to a tree, and then managed to commit suicide by shooting himself in the back eight tis.

And there were several of his lackeys.

This ti, they had actually been invited in and assigned to the guest rooms.

Now, by listening to the sounds outside, he knew that they were probably more unlucky than lucky.

"Right, grandfather! Grandfather, please answer my call!"

Desperately trying to escape, Lanskab ran deeper into the estate while dialing his communication device.

Regrettably, this ti, his dearly beloved grandfather did not answer, no matter how many tis he called.

Lanskab began to call other devices.

The result was that they were either unreachable, or the calls were disconnected imdiately after connecting.

This gave Lanskab the feeling of being utterly abandoned.

"Master Lanskab!"

Suddenly, at the end of the corridor appeared three individuals dressed as servants, all of whom showed joy upon seeing Lanskab.

"Co quickly, Master Lanskab!"

"We know there is a safe house over here!"

"A safe house?"

Lanskab, already terrified out of his wits, recognized the three as family nurtured retainers, who had previously accompanied him on tasks, so he quickly nodded,

"Good! Take there quickly!"

"If we can hold out a little longer, grandfather will definitely send soone to rescue us."

Almost carrying Lanskab, the three servants led him into a small warehouse.

Afterward, they listened as the screams outside grew fainter and fainter.

Simultaneously, a strange and oppressive stifling pressure grew stronger.

Their throats swallowed hard, each feeling their terror escalate.

By the ti the limbs of the Shadow Giant Snake reached the corridor outside the warehouse,

the people inside could no longer bear it.

Boom!

The door was flung open.

Facing the pitch-dark outside,

the strongest servant grabbed Lanskab and slamd his head into the carpet.

Lanskab realized sothing was wrong and wanted to yell, but he couldn’t even open his mouth.

It was at this mont,

Lanskab realized how powerless he truly was.

When the people beside no longer cared about his status, he was incredibly fragile!

"My lord! We surrender!"

"The main culprit is Lanskab. It’s this bastard who, for his own twisted desires, has killed so many innocent people."

As they spoke, the three servants all knelt down.

However, they quickly realized that surrendering was utterly useless against the Shadow Giant Snake!

As the shadows engulfed them,

the walls began to churn, and tendrils erged to seize one of the servants and drag them into the wall.

The other two were shocked and no longer concerned with Lanskab on the ground,

imdiately stood up, firing their pistols, and shouting about the monster as they did.

However, they only managed to run a dozen ters or so.

Before they were caught by the tendrils and swallowed by the gaping maw in the ceiling.

Shortly after, as their screams grew weaker, their entire bodies were devoured by the shadowy ceiling.

Once the feasting was complete, the corridor went silent for a minute.

Lanskab, trembling, with a glint of relief, rose from the carpet:

"Ha ha, hahahaha, those damned traitors actually betrayed ."

"In the end, aren’t they all dead?"

"Only I have survived!"

"I am the legitimate descendant of the Kabu family, the future Clan Leader... I will surely not die here."

"I..."

Lanskab’s attempt to reassure himself with muttered words suddenly broke off.

He had seen a figure he instinctively feared, standing before him.

"It seems you’ve been utterly abandoned."

"Don’t worry, just because they cut ties early won’t an I will let them off."

Su Ping, pleased at the sight of Lanskab on the verge of a ntal breakdown, said:

"The people at the Space Port will be the sa."

Having spoken, Su Ping approached Lanskab.

Yet unexpectedly, Lanskab, who should have been petrified with fear and utterly without the will to resist, suddenly had eyes tinted with bloodred, his face contorted as he lifted his pistol and continuously fired at Su Ping.

Such resistance was naturally futile.

It rely confird to Su Ping that this Lanskab might indeed suffer from a severe ntal illness, perhaps of an organic nature.