Devil's Eye Reborn - Shadow Angel Awakens - Chapter 82

Chapter 82: Chapter 80：Rescue Daji
 

Ahead, an iron gate was rapidly rising. The two black-armored guards in front of it sensed something behind them and began to turn, but I shot the silver nails from my hand, piercing their throats and killing them instantly!

Using the momentum, I slid under the rising gate. But as soon as I reached the next corridor, the heart rate monitors reacted, and the gate started to descend before it fully opened!

The two guards in front of the second gate saw me and quickly raised their rifles to aim at me.

Seeing the gate lowering rapidly, I knew dodging would leave me trapped. I had to seize the opportunity to rush into the cell.

Thinking quickly, I threw the remaining two silver nails, not at the guards but at the barrels of their rifles!

Although my strength had greatly diminished due to my injuries, my accuracy remained intact. The two silver needles flew straight into the gun barrels, and with two sharp “crack” sounds, the guns were rendered useless.

The two guards pulled the triggers, but the rifles didn’t respond, leaving them momentarily stunned.

At that moment, I was right between the two guards. Seeing that the iron gate was only a few inches from closing completely, I grabbed each guard by the leg and pulled them into the cell with me.

Just as I slid into the cell, I heard two screams followed by the crisp sound of bones and flesh being severed. The thick iron gate had fallen completely, cutting the guards in half at the chest!

I stood up and removed the blood-stained helmet, looking at the two half-bodies on the ground. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief; if they had obstructed my momentum, it would have been me who was cut in half.

After regaining my composure, I spoke into the microphone, “Zicheng, I’ve entered the cell. You should go meet up with Yan’er.”

Zicheng acknowledged and ended the conversation.

I turned around and surveyed the surroundings, noting that this cell was similar to the one I had been imprisoned in earlier. Before me lay a woman in red with long hair, covered in silver nails—it was Daji.

“Senior, I’m here to rescue you,” I said, gently lifting her. Only then did I realize she wasn’t wearing red clothes; her white robe had been stained red with blood.

Although Wukong had previously used the “Eye of Forms” to mimic Daji’s appearance, the woman before me was covered in silver nails, making it impossible for even Wukong to circulate demonic energy throughout his body.

Seeing it was me, Daji’s lifeless eyes showed a glimmer of hope, and she forced a smile despite the nail in her throat, rendering her speechless.

Though pale from blood loss, Daji was still captivating, her vulnerable state evoking even more pity than when I first met her.

As I gazed at her face and body, my heart raced, and I blushed. Fearing I might lose control, I quickly turned away and said, “Senior, we need to leave here quickly. Let me remove the nails from your body first.” After she nodded, I began pulling out the silver nails.

I worked swiftly to minimize her pain, but she still winced, her brows furrowed, and sweat pouring down her face.

Seeing her biting her lips until they bled made my blood boil. Even without using the “Eye of Forms,” her mere presence was enough to captivate, showing how advanced her skills were.

Finally, I resisted the temptation and removed all the nails.

Once the last restraint was gone, Daji began healing herself. As soon as her throat wound healed, she anxiously asked, “Young Master, where is Yan’er?”

“Don’t worry, she’s been with me and is safe,” I said softly, briefly explaining her situation.

“Thank you for taking care of Yan’er. I will never forget this kindness,” Daji said gratefully, bowing deeply.

“Senior, there’s no need to be so formal. Yan’er is my friend and a great helper. Without her, I couldn’t have come to rescue you,” I said, helping her up. “We need to leave quickly. Yan’er is waiting for us outside. We can talk more later.”

Daji nodded and asked, “What is your plan, Young Master?”

“We’ll leave through the ventilation ducts,” I said, pulling out four silver nails and using them to knock down the iron cover on the ceiling.

Daji glanced at the duct and said, “Young Master, don’t you think the duct is too small?”

I smiled, “Senior, you’re slender and can fit inside, especially with the ‘Jade Skin Technique.’ You’ll be able to crawl through easily.”

“Young Master seems to know my body well,” Daji said with a smile, then frowned. “But Young Master is strong and muscular. You won’t be able to fit.”

“Yes,” I smiled, raising my arms. “But if I lose these two arms, I can.”

Daji stared at me, then smiled, understanding my plan.

Though I was muscular, losing my arms would allow me to fit into the duct.

Daji gently grasped my wrist and asked, “Young Master, are you sure about this?”

I nodded, “There’s no other way.”

“Very well, please bear with it,” Daji said apologetically before silently splitting her hands!

Before I could react, my arms were torn off, and the searing pain hit my shoulders moments later.

“No time to waste. Let’s go!” I said, enduring the pain with a smile.

Daji then lifted me into the duct. She removed her clothes and used the “Jade Skin Technique” to push me forward as she crawled.

The duct was pitch black, requiring the summoning of the Devil eye to see. Fortunately, the route was simple with few branches, saving us from using the Devil eye’s power.

“Senior, why did Samael capture you?” I asked as I wriggled forward.

The duct was narrower than I expected, making it hard to move. However, the continuous bleeding from my stumps helped me slide more easily.

“That bastard… He wanted to use me to absorb human desires,” Daji said with hatred in her voice.

“Absorb human desires?” I asked, confused.

“Yes, by using my charm and the ‘Eye of Forms’ to incite sexual desire in ordinary people, making them copulate en masse and absorbing their desires.”

Hearing Daji’s explanation, I suddenly recalled the scene of mass revelry in Florence and said, “Right! Wukong once used the ‘Spirit Flute’ to play a bewitching tune, leading the Satan Cult followers to engage in making Love. He was absorbing desires.”

“Exactly. That’s what Samael wanted me to do, but I would rather die than comply, so he imprisoned me,” Daji said indignantly.

“Hmm… But why do they want to take out the Devil eyes of other demons?” I recounted the situation in the research lab to Daji. She pondered for a moment but couldn’t understand either.

We crawled for a while longer until we saw a light ahead. Someone had removed an iron cover, revealing the light below.

Daji and I jumped back into the corridor, finding it empty. Just as we were wondering why, we heard a noise behind us.

We turned to see a cell door open, and three people stood inside—it was Zicheng and his companions.

“Mom!” Yan’er cried, rushing into Daji’s arms.

Daji hugged Yan’er, gently stroking her head. “Don’t cry, Yan’er. Mommy is fine.”

Zicheng waved us over, saying, “Don’t stay in the corridor. Come inside.” We entered the empty cell and closed the door.

I noticed a person in armor and a helmet standing beside Zicheng. It seemed to be the one who rescued him. I approached and asked, “Zicheng, who is this?”

Zicheng looked at the person and said, “She is Hayashi Junko, the wife of a Japanese friend of mine.”

The person removed the helmet, revealing a delicate-looking woman.

She bowed slightly and said shyly in Japanese, “Hello, I am Hayashi Junko.”

Hayashi Junko had a graceful and gentle appearance, with short, neat hair.

She wore the same black armor as Zicheng, which contrasted sharply with her frail appearance.

I returned the bow and asked in Japanese, “You are the one who rescued Zicheng?”

“Yes,” Hayashi Junko nodded, blushing.

I sensed a faint demonic aura around her and asked, “Are you a demon?”

“No… Why would I be a demon?” Hayashi Junko looked at me strangely. “Your question is quite odd.”

“Sorry, my mistake,” I said, listening to her heartbeat to confirm she wasn’t lying. It seemed she had just been around people with demonic auras for too long. I changed the subject, “How did you end up in a place like this?”

“I… I’m here for revenge!” Hayashi Junko, who had been shy and soft-spoken, suddenly looked sad and angry, her voice filled with hatred.

I was taken aback but saw she couldn’t speak further, biting her lip and sobbing.

“Let me explain,” Zicheng said, patting her shoulder. “Hayashi Junko’s husband, Hayashi Minamoto Takehiko, was a Tokyo detective who was murdered a few weeks ago.”

“Where was he killed?” I asked, recalling something.

Zicheng glanced at the tearful Hayashi Junko and sighed, “He was killed in the police station restroom, but his body was later moved to an apartment. The killer was also found dead, and Hayashi Junko’s husband was missing an eye.”

Hearing this, I couldn’t help but marvel at the twists of fate. Hayashi Junko’s husband was clearly the previous owner of the “Eye of Reminiscence,” the police officer Rahab and I had encountered!