Black Book

Chapter 330 Preservation
shuh~
A light stream of light fell on the outskirts of the imperial capital of Dazhen, creating a cloud of dust.

"Cough cough cough~"

Indra was half-kneeling on the ground, covering the bloody hole in his chest, and coughing up blood foam with golden particles in his mouth.

"God!"

Gandharva rushed to his side upon hearing the news, took out a bottle of ointment with a strange fragrance and applied it on the wound.

"The Son of Dragon... actually stole my divinity and transformed into the Asura King..."

“I never thought that even after my reincarnation in the lower world, I would not be able to escape this eternal war…”

Clenching the ruby ​​in his hand, Indra allowed Gandharva to heal his wound. He endured the severe pain, slowly stood up, and looked at the huge city whose outline was vaguely visible in the distance.

"The war between the gods and non-gods, when projected onto the human world, would be a catastrophe for all mankind."

"What a pity... Such a prosperous country is about to be reduced to a scorched earth..."

After taking a final deep look at the magnificent imperial capital of Dazhen, Emperor Shitian took a step forward and headed straight north.

“God, where are we going?”

"Golden Court."

Holding the gem tightly in his hand, Indra looked far into the north. His deep gaze penetrated time and looked directly at the illusory river of fate.

"They are the future masters of this world. I will control their iron hooves, crush all obstacles, and create a Buddhist kingdom on earth..."

"Dragon Son, in this round... I am the final winner..."

Amid the faint murmurs, Indra's elegant figure slowly disappeared into the depths of the morning mist.

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"It's time to wash, it's time to wash, it's time to wash again!"

In the bedroom of [Pingyang Marquis' Mansion], Diao Chan lay on Zhu Haomiao's chest, looking at the hideous hole and licking it gently with tears in her eyes.

The unbearable and intense pain gradually faded away under the little guy's licking, and Zhu Haomiao poked her head in annoyance.

"You are about to die. I will turn you into a Hu Jian rat!"

"grumble?!!"

While teasing the pet to divert his attention, he activated the power of [Lust] to heal his wounds. By the time daybreak came, the hollow space in the boy's chest had been covered with a thin layer of flesh membrane.

Zhu Haomiao gritted his teeth and stood up. He gently moved his limbs and found that his injuries no longer affected his normal movements.

However, the flesh and blood inside the chest cavity is still affected by the residual divinity, and it is estimated that it will take a long time to heal.

Sucking his cheeks, the young man left the [Pingyang Marquis's Mansion] and came to Lechangfang.

In an inconspicuous corner of the city, in a vast mansion, Zhu Haomiao found the woman who had fed him the ointment last night.

"Song Li, where are Huaixu and the others?"

When she saw Zhu Haomiao, Song Li did not treat him with disrespect because of his age or appearance, but bowed respectfully.

"Commander, they're reinforcing the foundation underground."

"Where are those guys who attacked me yesterday?"

"Drugs were used to anesthetize him and he was locked up in a dungeon."

"Take me to see it."

"Yes." Soon, Huaixu came after hearing the news and brought Zhu Haomiao to the makeshift dungeon.

Looking at the two pioneering teams lined up in a row and in deep coma, Zhu Haomiao asked tentatively.

"How do you usually deal with wanted criminals like this?"

"In order to prevent them from escaping by suicide, we usually paralyze their consciousness until they die naturally."

"What about their [real things]?"

Glancing at the various "real things" seized nearby, Huaixu did not notice the subtle expectation in the boy's tone and shook his head regretfully.

"These [real objects] have been refined to the point of soul binding. Except for some gifted people, ordinary extraordinary people have no way to deal with them."

"In the end, we can only watch them ejected from the fantasy realm along with the death of the wanted criminal."

At this point, Huaixu sighed helplessly.

"Although a simple death in the illusionary realm will damage their Dao heart, fate, luck, and energy level, and make their years of hard training come to naught, it will not hurt their bones after all. Therefore, these crazy people who have refined the [real thing] are fearless and often do some crazy things."

"These guys have robbed the base of the [Yanhuang Arsenal] and took away the [real objects] that had just been mined in the local fantasy realm and had not yet undergone preliminary refining, causing us considerable losses."

Hearing this, Zhu Haomiao's eyes moved: "The benefits are high, and the cost of crime is low. If it were me, I would be brave too!"

Immediately, the young man changed the subject and sneered.

"However, simple death is only physically painful, but if they lose their life [real thing], it will really make them heartbroken..."

Hearing this, Huaixu keenly caught the implication of Zhu Haomiao's words and raised his eyes in surprise.

"Commander, do you have a way to decompose their [real objects]?"

"It's not decomposition, it's plunder. I have a way to erase the imprint of their souls."

His pupils suddenly shrank, and Huaixu looked at Zhu Haomiao in disbelief, feeling a chill on his back.

Plundering other people's [real things] in the fantasy realm?
If this news gets out, I'm afraid the whole world will be unable to sleep or eat!

On the other side, Zhu Haomiao walked to the captured [real objects], touching the weapons, protective gear and accessories of various shapes, with an obscure and evil bright yellow light rolling in his eyes.

【envy】!
The supernatural authority penetrates matter and reaches the core of its origin. The "highly corrosive" venom of jealousy wraps around the imprint of the soul, emitting an imperceptible haze of spiritual light.

"I need a little time. Your anesthesia is too harsh. These injured guys can't hold out for long. Go find some five-inch long silver needles."

While activating the power of original sin, Huaixu whispered instructions, and soon he found tools for the young man.

Picking up a silver needle, Zhu Haomiao walked to an unconscious prisoner and gently inserted it into the Baihui acupoint. The silver needle, more than ten centimeters long, penetrated the head instantly, leaving only a small end of the needle outside the scalp.

Gently twisting the needle tail, [Demon Sealing Power·Soul Devouring] combined with the power of [Sloth] to seal the soul and flesh, quickly turning the prisoner into a living dead.

Following the same method, the remaining dozen people were put into a state of suspended animation. Zhu Haomiao stood up and slowly exhaled a breath.

"This way... they can at least stay fresh for a month or two, which is enough time for me to erase the marks..."

Listening to the boy's mumbling, Huaixu couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling even though he knew he was one of them.

Quietly looking at the strange commander, Huaixu saw the prisoners reflected in the boy's pupils squirming, as if they were no longer individuals, but pigs waiting to be slaughtered.

From the depths of those dark and deep pupils, Huaixu actually sensed a chilling greedy appetite!

Huai Xu shuddered all over and shook his head vigorously. When he looked at the boy again, he found that his eyes were clear and peaceful, and even had a hint of stupidity, as if the evil and terrifying emotion in the other's eyes just now was just his illusion.

(End of this chapter)