Scarlet Descent

Scrap Iron City.

During the Great Recession period, due to untimely maintenance and repair of information base stations, mobile phone signals were often unreliable.

Unanswered calls were common, and text message sending was also frequently affected.

However, unlike phone calls, once a text message was sent successfully, it would always be delivered to the recipient's phone. There might just be a slight delay in timing.

The text message sent by Ye Feifei had gone through a long period of congestion and waiting, struggling to reach Captain Ouyang's phone.

Captain Ouyang was leisurely drinking tea in the office of the highest-ranking director of the Scrap Iron City Guard Bureau.

Facing the director's worried expression, he smiled reassuringly: "Don't worry, this incident won't have much impact. I just went out of the city and had a chat with some old friends. Although they weren't very friendly, only greeting me with rocket launchers and submachine guns, I still managed to find out that there have been no large-scale actions by demon cultists recently, nor any demon force fields appearing."

"You can relax that tense nerve of yours, the situation is still under control..."

"..."

The Guard Bureau director wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief: "That's good, that's good..."

"There's been more and more activity in the wilderness lately."

"Those wandering cults that left the barrier, their resentment is growing stronger, and their actions are becoming more and more incomprehensible."

"Not long ago, we heard their followers attacked a weapons market, then we discovered they were trying to smuggle a batch of fallen human pupae into the city. Fortunately, it was discovered. Now, they've even gone to Demon Forbidden Zone No. 098..."

"You say relax, but how can we dare to relax for a moment? I'm afraid that if we're not careful, something will happen..."

"..."

Captain Ouyang raised his teacup and smiled: "Afraid of losing your official hat?"

"No!" The Guard Bureau director glared at him and said: "I'm afraid of losing my life..."

"If they really set their sights on our Scrap Iron City, what does an official hat matter? I'm afraid I won't even know how I died."

"..."

"Haha, then you can rest easy." Captain Ouyang laughed loudly: "Although I'm not a particularly diligent person, I do have a basic sense of responsibility. Whatever those wandering cults do outside is none of our business, but if they want to come to Scrap Iron City to do something..."

"...I'll definitely know in advance."

"..."

The director listened intently, actively offering a cigarette and lighting it:

"Brother, your words are very reassuring. However, you should still avoid going to places you shouldn't."

"If you really must, just find a fixed spot, and I'll have people check less often."

"Otherwise, it's a bit inappropriate for me, as a director, to keep bailing you out in the middle of the night..."

"..."

"Hahahaha..." Captain Ouyang laughed heartily, waving his hand holding the cigarette: "If a person doesn't have a spirit of adventure, what's the point of living?"

"But the kind of adventures you seek, and at your age..."

"Live to be old, fight to be old. Even until the day you die, you must maintain that spirit of adventure and progress..."

"Don't worry, don't worry, I know my own physical condition."

"Everything is under control..."

"..."

"Beep beep—"

Just then, his phone suddenly made a sound.

Captain Ouyang, with the cigarette in his mouth, held the teacup in one hand and pulled out his phone from his silver trench coat with the other to look.

Then, he suddenly put down the teacup heavily, with such force that a crack appeared in the cup.

The Guard Bureau director was so startled he almost jumped up, his face pale: "What's wrong?"

"Something big has happened..." Captain Ouyang's eyes blazed: "These two little brats..."

The Guard Bureau director's heart immediately panicked, and he hurriedly asked: "What happened..."

Before he could finish asking, Captain Ouyang had already stood up abruptly, his trench coat fluttering, and rushed directly to the floor-to-ceiling window.

He pressed on the half-open window, and the slanted window flew out. The howling wind from outside the high-rise rushed into the office. Then Captain Ouyang took a deep breath, suddenly pressed one hand on the window frame, and leaped up using the force. His figure, like a huge kite, flew directly out of the building. The silver trench coat he wore was blown up by the fierce wind, like wings spreading out.

"This is the thirteenth floor..."

The Guard Bureau director was terrified by this scene.

He took a few steps to the window and looked out, seeing Captain Ouyang fly out like an eagle with spread wings, about four or five meters into the air.

Then he drew a beautiful arc and fell straight to the ground.

Landing almost vertically, he crouched heavily on the ground...

...After a while, he suddenly stood up and limped towards the sidecar motorcycle parked in front of the building.

"What on earth has happened?"

He was so scared that he couldn't stop wiping his cold sweat. Suddenly realizing, he rushed to the telephone, picked it up and shouted:

"Alert!"

"..."

"Crack, crackle..."

In the farm, Ye Feifei, covered under the sofa, only heard the flapping wings and screeching of crows, the dense sound of blades cutting through something, and in between, she faintly heard the desperate and fearful screams of some evil thing before its death. A strong smell of putrid blood rushed into her nose, and she was paralyzed by fear and dizziness...

At this moment, it was like being in the center of a nightmare.

All around were twisted nightmares and ferocious demons.

All she could do was hold the infant in her arms with all her might, protecting him as much as possible.

Chaos, oppression, madness.

Dense and cold whispers, like hell, surged like a tide, rolling into every corner, and then another kind of more evil, more insane whisper arose, confronting it, and quickly overwhelmingly tore through this sound, occupying all space.

"Splat..."

A crow cut in half fell beside Ye Feifei and quickly rotted into a pool of blood.

Ye Feifei didn't dare to raise her head or move, she could only hold the child tightly until all the commotion around had disappeared.

"Is it over?"

She trembled in her heart, slowly wanting to raise her head.

"Don't move."

Suddenly, a somewhat hoarse voice sounded, actually right beside her.

Very close, very close, as if looking at her face to face!

It was Wei Wei.

Ye Feifei immediately closed her eyes tightly again, without even asking why.

And because of this very good obedience, she was very fortunate not to see Wei Wei's appearance at this moment.

At this time, he was crouching beside Ye Feifei, still holding that blood-colored scythe in his hand.

The blood threads on it were entangled and writhing, like the manifestation of a nightmare.

His eyes were interwoven with blood threads, all red, and there seemed to be a strong desire surging in his eyes, staring fixedly at the overturned sofa, especially at Ye Feifei under the sofa and the infant she was holding. His Adam's apple rolled silently, extremely thirsty.

But he controlled himself, not moving at all.

Until the desire in his eyes gradually subsided, those writhing blood threads also retreated back into his wounds.

Finally, the blood threads at the wounds were extracted and disappeared one by one.

And the wounds cleaned by the blood threads, under the effect of life force, slowly healed.

He finally became completely like an ordinary person, and only then did he let out a light sigh of relief.

He hurriedly put away a glass bottle, then lifted the sofa, patted the trembling Ye Feifei, and smiled:

"It's over."

"..."

Ye Feifei then opened her eyes, hurriedly turned around, and saw Wei Wei with a smiling face.

Behind him was a mess, with large patches of crow corpses scattered on the ground, now rapidly melting.

And on the surrounding walls, there were several highly impactful cut marks, some of which had directly cut through the cement walls, and even the rusty steel bars inside the walls had been neatly cut in half. It was impossible to tell what kind of weapon had caused this.

Her heart was full of panic and questions, and she anxiously opened her mouth: "You..."

"You're amazing."

Before she could ask anything, Wei Wei suddenly interrupted her, his gaze serious, exclaiming with delight.

"Huh?"

Ye Feifei was completely stunned.

"Fortunately, I brought you this time, otherwise I definitely wouldn't have been able to handle this."

Wei Wei said sincerely with admiration: "You're simply the most capable and responsible young girl I've ever seen."

"This..."

The sudden and extremely sincere praise made Ye Feifei's face uncontrollably red, and she instinctively wanted to be modest.

Then a question suddenly flashed in her mind, and she asked in confusion: "What did I do?"

"You protected this child..."

Wei Wei smiled: "If it was just me alone, I couldn't have protected him during the battle, and the rescue mission would have failed."

"So, almost half of the credit for this mission should go to you!"

"..."

"I..."

Ye Feifei was flattered: "Was I that amazing?"

"Of course."

Wei Wei answered with particular sincerity: "I just helped a little, wasn't it you who did all the rescuing?"

He then shook his head slightly, looking at the floor: "It's just a pity about this corpse, I don't know if it counts as being rescued..."

Ye Feifei followed his gaze, blankly scanning over the putrid feathers on the floor, the nearly half-rotten crow corpses, and finally landing on the bridal corpse lying on the room floor. Each part had been twisted beyond recognition by strange forces, split from the middle of the body, but now seemed to have been friendly pieced back together. Suddenly, a strong sense of dizziness rushed to her mind.

She suddenly turned pale, turned around abruptly, and vomited violently.