Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 990 I only make a few thousand yuan a month, how can I possibly kill gods?
"Hey, hey, what's going on here?"

He Songling was pinned to the ground, his face rubbing against the floor repeatedly.

Lu Huizhong wasn't stupid. When a group of people suddenly appeared, shouting without fighting, how could she not know that He Songling had arrived?

Of course, He Songling knew that Lu Huizhong would definitely see through his deliberate scheme. He knew his wife's intelligence level all too well.

But the things in this world are nothing more than tacit understandings reached through this kind of "I know, you know I know, I know you know I know, you know I know you know I know."

He Songling mysteriously disappeared in the Qinling Mountains. Lu Huizhong almost turned the entire world of supernatural beings upside down but still couldn't find her. She was left to live as a widow for over seventy years, and it was unclear whether she was alive or dead. When she finally reappeared, she had become someone everyone called "Grandma." Everyone needed a way to vent their anger.

Another thing is that they haven't seen each other for more than seventy years, so they have to find a topic to talk about. Lu Huizhong was an assassin and fought against the Japanese alongside He Songling. He Songling also personally participated in the War of Resistance against Japan. Are they going to put on some kind of tearful, tearful idol drama?
Letting the female assassin beat him up would be the perfect thing to do, and it would also make up for the mistake of not going straight to the Tang Clan to find a wife after all this time.

The plan was a great success. The couple broke the ice the moment they met, without any awkwardness, and immediately went into a heated competition.

Lu Huizhong released her grip on his arm, then stepped on He Songling's head, slamming his head back to the ground just as he was about to lift it.

"Wife, wife, Sister Lu, mother, so many younger generations are watching, give me some face." He Songling could tell that Lu Huizhong hadn't wasted her seventy-odd years. Even he himself had to put in a lot of effort to deal with her back then, and could only say that he could win with his little tricks.

He is in no way inferior to the demigod Tabor from the British side.

Poor Zhang Zhiwei, his ranking has dropped another place. Once the undisputed top expert in the mortal realm and the gatekeeper of the immortal sects, he's now almost out of the top five.

Therefore, even when facing this old immortal who is now completely innate in terms of both inner and outer life, she can still step on him or press him down whenever she wants.

Even if He Songling really struggled, Lu Huizhong definitely wouldn't be able to hold him down, but it was already remarkable that she could even touch him. When He Songling wanted to prevent others from touching him, his innate life force meant that even if Zhang Zhiwei directly detonated his Celestial Master's Degree, he still wouldn't be able to touch him.

Lu Huizhong can.

Could I really turn my wife upside down?
He held back his apology so that Lu Huizhong could vent her anger.

So He Songling could only continue to beg for mercy: "Old Lu, what are you doing? We haven't seen each other for over seventy years, and you're going to take me away? What's wrong with you? Did you find a new partner in these seventy years... Pfft!"

These two assassins, once belonging to the Tang Clan, still had such a bloody and violent interaction scene, with Lu Huizhong directly stomping on He Songling's head until it was smashed.

This move terrified Zhao Fangxu and the two directors he brought, who were ordered to "besiege" Lu Huizhong's Nadutong combat team, as well as other directors who were hiding in other meeting rooms and watching with surveillance cameras.

Some of them, who had poor mental fortitude, were older, and already had some urinary system problems, were so scared that they wet themselves.

Believe it or not, with such a large amount of spraying, the quality of his urination was better than in the past twenty years.

Old Lu, this is a diuretic.

When He Songling unleashed his full magical powers, it was like having a god's-eye view; he knew every detail of the building, nothing could escape his notice. Watching those old men and women relieve themselves so freely, he couldn't help but give Lu Huizhong a thumbs up in his heart.

Among everyone present, He Songling was probably the only one who could be so relaxed.

The board members all felt their livers tremble. This was the Tang Clan's matriarch? This was truly the Tang Clan's matriarch!
The Tang Clan leader from over seventy years ago, the King of Assassins, a terrifying figure who single-handedly defeated everyone in the supernatural world. Why did we even think of having Zhao Fangxu fight him?

Suddenly, some directors felt a pang of regret, thinking that perhaps Old Zhao's approach was actually the right one.

As for the combat troops, they were even less of a threat. Although they were well-trained, they weren't fanatical suicide bombers brainwashed by Shuangquan Shou. They watched as a god had his head smashed right before their eyes, and the person who smashed that god's head was none other than the very person they had recently attacked.

Who wouldn't be afraid?

I'm just a lowly wage earner, making eight thousand a month at any company. How did I end up in a battle between gods, or even a life-or-death situation?

It has to be Zhao Fangxu.

Old Zhao's legs were a little weak, but fortunately, he had always maintained a good attitude and approach towards the divine couple, so he felt he had a clear conscience. Forcing himself to stay alert, he looked at the fragmented corpse on the ground and asked, "Grandma, this, this, can't just be..."

"Old Zhao, you're a good person, but you lack discernment."

As He Songling's nonchalant voice rang out, the puddle on the ground seemed to boil, turning into wisps of white smoke that slowly rose and condensed into a human shape in mid-air.

At this moment, He Songling entered the reverse life state again. Instead of turning completely white, his entire body was enveloped in a white, ethereal atmosphere, like a celestial palace in the clouds or a magnificent palace in the heavens. His body was covered in rosy light, and auspicious clouds swirled around him, as if the spiritual energy of the mountains and rivers of the four seas was gathering towards him.

With every step, lotus blossoms bloom, a sight to behold, a spectacle of heavenly flowers falling and golden lotuses springing from the earth.

This allowed the people of Na Du Tong and Tang Men to fully understand why those powerful extraordinary individuals in history were called gods, which fueled their fervent worship and study.

Given this scene, let alone those ancient people who had never seen anything like it, even the post-85s and post-90s young people from Na Du Tong and Tang Men, who grew up in modern times, couldn't help but want to kneel down and kowtow to the old immortal.

In fact, that's exactly what the Tang Clan members did.

"The current 39th leader of the Tang Clan, along with all the disciples of the Tang Clan, pays respects to the Honorary Leader for Life!"

With a rustling sound, dozens of Tang Clan disciples knelt on one knee in unison, saying, "Greetings, Sect Leader!"

This scene nearly triggered a panic attack in the rapid response force of NaDuTong, who immediately took action.

"Tang Miaoxing, I'm still here. You're bowing to others. Do you not want to be the sect leader anymore?" Lu Huizhong said coldly.

“You are not a lifetime honorary head of the sect.” Tang Miaoxing retorted directly.

“I…” Lu Huizhong was about to shove Tang Miaoxing’s head into the floorboards, but He Songling grabbed her wrist.

“Hey, Lao Lu, look at you, why are you getting angry with the kid? Tang Miaoxing was just like that back then. When he was just a little kid, he dared to stop the old master of the Ma family. If you take him seriously, it will never end.”

(End of this chapter)