Who hid my body?

Chapter 341 Then I can only ask you to come with me.

"Is this the last bus?"

"This is the last bus tonight."

“That’s what I’m talking about.” A smuggler patted the locked carriage, then glanced sideways at Harlow. “You’re almost two hours late. What have you been doing? Why are you covered in injuries?”

"I wasted my time by an idiot," Harlow said irritably. "He didn't even know his own strength; he almost broke my bones."

The black marketeer raised an eyebrow: "And what about him?"

Haro said calmly, "He's probably already dead."

"Hehe, that does sound a lot like you."

The black marketeer smiled and prepared to get into the car, but Harlow stopped him in time.

"What's your decision regarding Wildfire?"

The black marketeer turned to look at Harlow: "You really want to go?"

“Why not give it a try?” Harlow said. “It’s a blue ocean market there. There are no churches there, and it hasn’t been divided up by other gold merchants yet. Wouldn’t that allow us to be more unrestrained in our actions?”

"What do you mean by 'letting loose'?" the black marketeer said. "You might as well be more explicit."

“How much more do I need to know?” Harlow said. “I’ve already inquired. For the past hundred years, in order to cope with the darkness, the villages have been far apart, and a new order has not yet been established. So… even if you wiped out the entire village overnight, no one would know.”

"The entire village disappeared; it sounds like it was in a no-man's-land."

“Trading in the no-man's-land isn’t always available, and it’s all in the hands of gold dealers,” Harlow said. “If we want to make big money, we can only seize these kinds of opportunities.”

The black market dealer was clearly tempted, but then he thought of something and became hesitant: "But is this time really okay? You should have received the notification, right?"

Harrow knew what the other person was talking about—the laundering of money by black market dealers.

The black marketeers at headquarters all knew that the Land of Contracts was no longer content to remain confined to the no-man's-land and wanted to enter the world and become a true church.

Meanwhile, the black market merchants with the best ties to the Contract Land also want to use this opportunity to officially become legitimate businesses, upgrading from being the Contract Land's black gloves to white gloves. If they succeed in becoming legitimate businesses with the Contract Land's backing, they will become one of the most powerful forces in the world, a status far beyond what they currently hold.

However, they need to obtain the consent of several other major churches before they can do so.

Although this clause is basically just a formality, no church would dare to disrespect the Land of Covenant.

However, just in case, the higher-ups in the black market still asked their subordinates to behave themselves during this period. This is why, even though Wildfire was already so tempting, the major gold dealers did not enter the market.

“This is our chance, isn’t it?” Harlow patted the black market merchant on the shoulder. “If it weren’t for this juncture, how could we possibly get in before those gold merchants?”

"But……"

"No buts." Harlow emphasized, "Think about it. Once we successfully go ashore and become a force in the open, who can say for sure what we can and can't do? Do you think we'll still have a chance to turn things around then? Do you want to be suppressed by those guys for the rest of your life?"

The black marketeer was eventually persuaded by Harlow. He nodded and said, "Alright, I'll go take a look after I finish delivering this batch of goods."

“Smart. But remember, you must be efficient,” Harlow advised. “Don’t give anyone a handle to use against you.”

"Don't worry, there won't be any survivors besides the cargo."

"That's fine."

Harlow nodded in satisfaction, watching the black marketeer drive away in his carriage, already imagining what it would be like for him to return with a cart full of gold.

This fantasy greatly improved Harlow's mood, even easing the depression and irritability he felt from Lyle's "betrayal" that night.

He hummed and mumbled as he walked back.

“Once the black market merchant goes ashore, he becomes a legitimate merchant,” he said to himself. “Once I’ve made this big sum of money, I can consider retiring…hmm?”

Harlow suddenly stopped and frowned.

He smelled a faint scent of blood in the air.

Logically speaking, it's normal to smell blood around a warehouse, because very few of the cubs kept inside are intact, and butchers will cut up the goods they need.

But the smell of blood now is far too fresh, as if it had just flowed out.

But at this point in time, no butcher should be making a move.

Could it be that one of the test subjects has malfunctioned?

Is it limb growth on the Rhine side or brain separation on the Nightmare side?

Although he knew it wasn't his business, Harlow still decided to take a look, because as a black marketeer, he couldn't miss any news.

But when Harlow returned to the warehouse and saw the blood everywhere and the countless mangled limbs and entrails of black market dealers, he realized how foolish his actions had been.

He immediately prepared to run away, but as soon as he turned around, he saw an extremely familiar figure standing in front of him, which instantly made his body stiffen.

"Ah, hello." Lyle slowly emerged from the shadows, the sound of a ticking clock echoing around him. "I thought you weren't here anymore."

Harlow stared intently at Lyle, his eyes filled with terror.

Because at this moment, Lyle's whole body was bright red, as if the blood in his body was about to burst out of his veins, making him look like a raging fire.

"It's good that you're here," Lyle said softly.

Harlow's gaze gradually moved downwards, and then he found the source of the "drip-drip" sound.

It was Torre's head, and blood was dripping from it.

Harlow's body began to tremble.

Why is this happening? Wasn't this guy just looking like he was about to die? Why is he suddenly...?

Harrow couldn't understand it, but he knew what he should be doing right now.

So he knelt down on the ground with a "plop".

"Lyle, for the sake of me bringing you out of the no-man's land..."

As he spoke, Harrow kowtowed.

But before his body could bend down, his head had already hit the ground.

Harlow felt a dizzying sensation and finally found himself at Lyle's feet.

……ah?

He stared blankly at the headless male corpse not far away, not knowing what had happened, before his vision quickly returned to darkness.

Before he died completely, he heard Lyle speaking.

"Sorry, I don't have time to listen to you anymore."

Lyle spoke softly.

"I need to hurry, before I die... take you all with me."

……

"How long has he been in there?"

Carter heard Diana's voice in his mind and immediately replied respectfully, "It's been half a day."

"Nothing happened?"

“That’s how it is so far,” Carter said, standing guard outside the warehouse. “After he kidnapped that black marketeer named Harlow and took him into the warehouse, there was no further news. Later, I saw Harlow come out, but he wasn’t there.”

Diana clicked her tongue: "It sounds like something's happened."

"It's wishful thinking for him to think he can take revenge on the entire black market all by himself," Carter said.

“He’s not alone; behind him stands ‘Tongue,’” Diana said calmly. “I thought that since Tongue would tell him something so important, he wouldn’t be a simple man. I was expecting him to do something, but now it seems… hmm?”

Through Carter's body, Diana sensed something first.

The next second, a building not far from the warehouse exploded violently, and the sudden flames ignited most of the night sky. "That's... the headquarters of the black market?"

“Yes, Master.” Carter was also somewhat surprised. “Then… what happened?”

Diana sensed it carefully and suddenly exclaimed, "Hurry over there! That's the power of Vessas's body parts! 'Tongue'... it's made its move!"

Carter was also startled and immediately got up and rushed over.

……

Outside the nameless town, Hevinia and Edwin naturally saw the towering flames as well.

"What...what's going on?" Edwin was startled awake from his sleep and was still somewhat disoriented. He asked in surprise, "Are they here to deal with us again?"

"not us."

"Ah, are there other wanted criminals besides us?"

Hevinia ignored Edwin, her brows furrowed and her expression grave.

Edwin couldn't tell, but she was different.

There is always a connection between those who possess body parts, especially when they recklessly use the power of Vesas.

Therefore, Hevinia can now clearly sense the undisguised power of Vesas in the nameless town.

Hevinia naturally thought of Bai Wei immediately.

But this power felt somewhat...unfamiliar to her, both familiar and strange.

So for a moment she was a little unsure, but even if she was unsure, she still had to go and see.

“Let’s go.” Hevinia set off immediately.

"Hey, hey, you're leaving already?"

Let's figure out the situation first.

Hevinia thought to herself.

If it's confirmed to be Bai Wei, go up and help.

If not... then start the robbery!
……

"Oh? They actually started fighting?!"

This scene naturally caught the attention of Rocky and his two companions. Rocky was naturally the happiest, because in his view, once Isaiah made his move, the fate of the tongue was sealed.

The only problem is, what should he do after Tongue dies, at least to get a piece of Rhine's body?

In that case, he would have accomplished a great feat.

Thinking about it carefully, there are three pieces of corpse on the tongue, so Rhine, Eternal Nightmare, and Star Remnant should each get one piece... No, why should Eternal Nightmare get one? He didn't do anything.

Is it possible that he could simply take two portions?
That's probably unlikely; at least it wouldn't pass the Star Relic hurdle.

Even though the outcome was still uncertain, Loki was already mentally celebrating. When he thought of the Star Remnant Church, he subconsciously glanced at Mina and then noticed that Mina was also smiling at him.

"What's wrong?" Rocky immediately frowned and adopted a serious posture.

“We should get going, Bishop Rocky,” Mina said with a smile. “Although I don’t think that seven-tone player will be a match for the teacher, just to be on the safe side…”

“Of course, this is part of the plan.” Rocky nodded seriously. “I will naturally take action.”

If we don't intervene, we'll truly become outsiders, and we might end up not even getting a piece of the body.

After all, none of the three pieces of corpse that Tongue possessed originally belonged to Rhine, so Rhine was not entitled to any of them in the grand scheme of things.

So I need to hurry over and try to get some credit.

Mina, of course, saw right through Rocky's thoughts.

This brainless and greedy guy is so easy to understand.

So everything is going according to Isaiah's plan. All she needs to do now is lure Rocky to him, and he will have a thousand ways to get rid of him.

No one could escape the clutches of Teacher Isaiah.

She thought this to herself, and then set off with a smile.

Just a second before she was about to set off, something suddenly flashed through her mind, and a strong sense of unease welled up in her heart.

Something seems... off.

Mina looked somewhat bewildered.

Where is it?

……

What exactly is going on?

Isaiah looked at the black market boss who had come to plead for help with a grim face.

"Please, please save us, Mr. Isaiah!" The black marketeer's face was filled with terror. "That guy is a madman. He's slaughtering our people like crazy. Our men can't stop him at all. We can only beg you for help... Please save us, Mr. Isaiah!"

Isaiah did not speak, but simply walked quickly out of the hotel.

He could naturally sense that undisguised power.

But who is that guy?

The tongue is in Della, and the hands and eyes are on the other side; theoretically, neither of them could possibly be here.

So who is that guy?

Moreover, according to the description of the black market boss behind him, that guy directly stormed into the black market headquarters and went on a killing spree, killing more than a hundred black market bosses on duty in an instant, which forced the black market boss to come after him.

But why would that guy target the black market dealers? Wasn't he aiming for himself?

Isaiah felt that things were slipping out of his control and he couldn't figure out why, which naturally made him very upset.

But he still rushed to the headquarters of the black market as quickly as possible.

The place was now completely silent, littered with corpses and remains, with only the crackling of flames breaking the silence.

Isaiah glanced at it briefly.

Everything was ruined.

Those gold merchants who were famous in other places, those shrewd people who had been navigating the underworld for countless years, were now burning fiercely in the flames, like pigs being tortured to death.

Isaiah narrowed his eyes slightly, then looked at the instigator of all this, the figure standing amidst the wreckage, as if offering himself to the fire.

"Then..." Isaiah slowly began, "who exactly are you?"

The other person heard the sound and turned to look at Isaiah.

"You..." he began with difficulty, his voice hoarse like burning firewood, "Are you a black market dealer?"

"Does it matter?"

"If you are not, please leave," the other person said politely.

“Oh?” Isaiah asked, “What if I were?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Isaiah felt a chill run through his body, as if he were being watched by the Grim Reaper.

“Then I have no choice but to…” Lyle said softly, “please come with me.”

　Thank you so much, "戾饕餮" for being the Alliance Leader! Thank you so much!
　　Sigh, I suddenly developed a fever at noon. I wanted to ask for leave, but then I realized I'd already taken two days off this month, and a big shot had given me a generous donation. I felt too embarrassed to ask for leave again, so I forced myself to finish writing.

　　I'm so dedicated.jpg
　　
　
(End of this chapter)