Gao Wu: I inherited the evil organization in the game

Chapter 679 Who am I?
The monster seemed to be completely enraged by its own problems, unleashing a painful and frenzied roar, spewing out scalding, turbid air from its nostrils.

The next instant, its hand gripping the head tightened its five fingers, and a terrifying force erupted instantly.

"Oh!"

With a muffled thud, the head exploded like a ripe watermelon, spraying red and white slurries everywhere, some even landing on the monster's mask and robe.

Zhang Liyou suppressed her urge to vomit and her intense fear, secretly sensing the monster's presence.

She could clearly sense a chaotic yet incredibly powerful force within the other person's body, especially the surging, almost overflowing blood and qi, which, in her keen perception, resembled a volcano about to erupt, brimming with danger.

In the instant she sensed it, the monster seemed to keenly detect something, abruptly raising its head and looking sharply at the corner where Zhang Liyou was hiding.

Zhang Liyou quickly withdrew her head, activated the [Turtle Breathing Technique] to its maximum, and reduced her own presence to a minimum, as if she had merged into the wall.

The monster stared in that direction with a puzzled look, its nostrils twitching as it sniffed the air.

But it only smelled the strong stench of blood. The doubt in its eyes behind the mask lingered for a few seconds before it slowly looked away, only to be swallowed up again by immense pain and confusion.

"Who am I? Who am I? Why is my head missing...? Who? Who took my head?!"

It began to mutter to itself again, its voice sometimes frantic, sometimes aggrieved, like a lost child echoing in the depths of a silent alley, broken and distorted.

The sound seemed not to come from the throat, but rather squeezed out from a pile of broken internal organs, a hoarse sound filled with blood and phlegm, which was chilling.

Zhang Liyou, listening from around the corner, felt her heart pound and her body go cold.

Moreover, for some inexplicable reason, she felt a strange sense of familiarity with this terrifying and bizarre scene before her.

...The floodgates of memory were suddenly burst open, and I remembered!
It was the perverted scientist who fought Feng Yuhuai in the sewers. He used cruel methods to piece together several humanoid monsters into a... multi-headed, multi-armed, multi-legged spider.

The monster before her felt extremely similar to hers; it was also a mad creation cobbled together haphazardly.

Chaos, pain, and a profound sense of blasphemy against the very essence of life.

The difference is that the giant spider in the sewer was pieced together by someone else, while the monster in front of you is piecing itself together.

"Is this monster searching for its lost head? And... what kind of madman created this monster?"

Zhang Liyou felt a chill run down her spine. Suddenly, her gaze fixed on the monster's tattered black robe and its dull, black mask.

Despite the tattered robes, stained mask, and lack of branding, it still looked somewhat like something out of a legend…
A sudden surge of shock ran through Zhang Liyou's heart as an unbelievable name crashed into her mind—the Night Watchman?!
She thought she must be going crazy. The Night's Watch are people who specialize in killing monsters. How could the Night's Watch become a monster?
Then she heard the monster roar again from inside:
"Who am I? Who am I? Ahhh—monster! Monsters all deserve to die! I will kill monsters, kill all monsters... Ahhh—, leave no one alive!"

Zhang Liyou's mind went blank for a moment. It turned out that it wasn't her who had gone mad, but the monster inside that had.

The next instant, the monster's roar suddenly rose in pitch, becoming hysterical and incoherent:

"Kill the monster! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Where is the monster? Kill the monster!"

Zhang Liyou: "....."

She really wanted to remind the other person that the monster was right there, but she didn't dare to say a word.

Most importantly, her answer may not be correct.

If we apply human aesthetics to the other party, they are monsters; but if we judge monsters by our own standards and apply monster aesthetics to them, perhaps... humans are the monsters.

Immediately afterwards, a series of dense sounds of bones rubbing against hard objects rang out.

Then, the monster used all five legs and four arms to lift itself high into the air with incredible agility, like a bloated humanoid spider, swiftly climbing up the high walls on both sides of the alley.

Brick and stone fragments fell in a flurry, and the monster's figure vanished from the rooftop in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Liyou pressed herself against the wall, not daring to move, and held her breath for a long time until the monster's voice and aura completely disappeared from her perception range before she finally let out a long breath.

My legs felt like overcooked noodles, barely able to support my body. My back was soaked in cold sweat, sticking coldly to my skin. Pressing against the cold, damp wall sent shivers down my spine.

She cautiously sensed her surroundings again, making sure there was no sign of life around the corner, before emerging from behind it and going inside.

The scene was a complete disaster.

Broken limbs, splattered entrails, congealed dark red blood... paint a picture of hell.

Zhang Liyou was pale and her stomach was churning, but she forced herself to suppress her discomfort and quickly and carefully scanned the scene.

Her gaze was quickly drawn to something inconspicuous next to the corpse.

It was a thread-bound book that looked quite old. The cover seemed to be made of some kind of special leather or dense fabric. Most of it was soaked in dark red blood, but the material seemed special and it was not completely soft and deformed.

"Is it from this corpse, or did it accidentally fall off that monster?"

Zhang Liyou couldn't guess either, she just walked over quickly, bent down and picked up the book.

It felt slightly heavy in her hand, and she carefully wiped away the bloodstains and slime from the cover with her palm.

Several powerful, gold-embossed characters caught her eye—"Nine Yang Red Skill".

The four large characters, like four leaping flames, instantly scorched her vision.

Zhang Liyou's eyes suddenly lit up, and her heart began to beat faster involuntarily.

The inner pages of the manual appeared to have been treated with some kind of special solution. Although they were inevitably stained with blood, showing dark brown spots, the writing and diagrams on them were still clearly visible, with deep ink and distinct lines.

The book did not explicitly indicate the specific level of this technique, but Zhang Liyou was deeply shocked by the extremely profound and complex energy circulation routes and the unique and supreme martial arts principles described in the book after only flipping through a few pages.

This martial art... is too profound, too domineering!
It was far more profound, exquisite, and powerful than any of the cultivation techniques she had encountered in university; it was on a completely different level.

With Zhang Liyou's limited knowledge and insight into martial arts, she could only vaguely sense that this technique was extremely powerful and its strength was definitely extraordinary, but she had no way of assessing how powerful it was or what level it belonged to.

She naturally had no idea that this was one of the three divine skills that the Night Watchers selected to learn.

She was just an ordinary college student before. She had heard of the Night's Watch, but how could she possibly know what martial arts the Night's Watch practiced?

However, she had a vague idea of ​​the monster's possible identity.

"To practice or not to practice?" The thought flashed through my mind for only a moment before the answer was already crystal clear.

This is not a question that requires hesitation or thought at all.

She quickly closed the manual, not caring whether the cover still had sticky bloodstains, and without hesitation stuffed it into the innermost part of her clothes, hiding it close to her body.

The cool booklet pressed against her skin, yet it seemed to contain scalding energy, making her feel hot all over.

Then, she once again activated the [Turtle Breathing Technique] with all her might, trying her best to reduce her aura, heartbeat, and even presence to a minimum. Just like when she came, she transformed into a blurry shadow and silently retreated along the original path, rejoining the bustling crowd on the street outside.

It was as if nothing had happened.

Zhang Liyou took a deep breath, suppressed the turmoil in her heart, quickened her pace, and walked towards Luo Ji's house.

When I got back to the house, Luo Ji wasn't home again. I didn't know where he had gone or what he was doing.

At that moment, he had no time to care. He went straight into his temporary room, locked the door tightly behind him, and even dragged a chair over to gently block the door.

After doing all this, she sat down on the bedside and forced herself to take a few deep breaths, trying to calm her agitated emotions.

Then he took out the "Nine Yang Red Skill" and began to study it.

"Nine suns shine in the sky, their path is crimson and bright. Supreme yang and supreme strength, melting gold and refining iron...absorbing pure yang energy, burning sinews and forging bones, igniting blood and boiling the sea, advancing without hesitation..."

The opening outline was written in a powerful and domineering style, exuding a scorching will that could burn everything, instantly capturing Zhang Liyou's entire mind.

She studied it word by word, her breathing becoming rapid involuntarily.

According to the manual, after mastering the "Nine Yang Crimson Skill," one's qi and blood will generate almost inexhaustible power. Ordinary punches and kicks can unleash tremendous offensive power, and the defensive power is unmatched. It is also a holy book for healing injuries, immune to all poisons, and specifically counters all cold and yin poison martial arts.

In short, this martial art was far more powerful than Zhang Liyou had imagined, encompassing almost all aspects such as attack, defense, endurance, healing, and detoxification, making it practically perfect.

However, the more powerful the cultivation technique, the greater the threshold and danger of its practice.

The manual mentions many times that if one's will is not as firm as a rock and one is not determined to move forward, one will easily be devoured by the powerful and vigorous qi and blood.

At best, it burns the meridians and renders the martial arts useless; at worst, it ignites internal fire, causing the body to burn to death and turn into a pile of charred remains.

Every warning is alarming, enough to deter most people.

But Zhang Liyou's gaze grew even more determined. Without any hesitation, she immediately followed the method of the first level of the manual, sat cross-legged, faced the sky with her palms facing the ground, and tried to guide her own qi and blood to circulate according to the route in the book.

The first attempt was indeed incredibly difficult.

This is not due to a lack of talent (on the contrary, her innate talent and comprehension are both excellent), but entirely due to the extreme characteristics of the Nine Yang Crimson Skill itself.

Even within the Night's Watch, very few people choose this technique.

It's because it's too difficult, too slow, and too dangerous.

It doesn't possess the ability to quickly master unpredictable techniques like the "Sunflower Manual," nor does it have the numerous complementary moves of the "Nine Yin Manual" that allow for gradual progression from the outside in.

The Nine Yang Crimson Skill emphasizes the importance of accumulating knowledge and skills before unleashing its full potential. It starts with cultivating one's inner Qi and blood, making it extremely difficult to learn and progressing slowly. There are no shortcuts; it relies entirely on diligent practice and perseverance, and it is an ultimate test of the practitioner's character and patience.

Zhang Liyou was unaware of these internal mechanisms; she only felt that her Qi and blood had just traveled along the new route to a key acupoint on her arm.

It felt like ice water being poured into boiling oil, and an extremely sharp, burning pain suddenly exploded from the depths of my meridians!

"Ugh!"

Caught off guard, Zhang Liyou let out a suppressed groan of pain. Fine beads of cold sweat instantly appeared on her forehead, and her entire arm felt as if it had been branded with a hot iron, burning with intense pain.

And this is just the beginning.

As she gritted her teeth and continued to circulate her qi and blood downwards according to the qi circulation route, the pain intensified exponentially, as if her entire arm had been forcibly stuffed into boiling oil and repeatedly fried.

In fact, normal cultivation should stop immediately at this stage. Then, apply a precious cooling ointment to lower the temperature, allowing the damaged and burned meridians to fully adapt and recuperate. Only after they have fully recovered and even become stronger can you attempt the next challenge.

It's impossible for a normal person to be fried and burned indefinitely, which is why the cultivation of the "Nine Yang Crimson Skill" is extremely slow.

But Zhang Liyou knew nothing about these things. She had no teacher, no protector, and no precious medicinal herbs by her side.

The four words "Go Forward Without Hesitation" from the general outline of the secret manual were firmly imprinted in her mind.

These four words perfectly describe her current situation.

So instead of stopping, she steeled herself and desperately accelerated the flow of her raging blood and qi.

She believed this was the necessary price to pay for breaking through the barrier, and that only by persevering and forcing her way through could she succeed.

boom! ! !
Her skin began to turn bright red, like a boiled shrimp, radiating an astonishing heat that seemed to raise the temperature in the room.

Beneath the skin, tiny blood vessels stand out, appearing as a crimson red as flowing lava.

boom! ! !
The next moment, the blood and qi in her body exploded like a powder keg with a lit fuse.

The immense and violent heat of the yang energy raged and burned wildly through every meridian in her body, and an intense burning pain instantly swept over her entire body. White, scorching air surged violently from her pores, and a faint, unpleasant smell of burning flesh filled the room.

However, even though her consciousness had been burned to the point of blurring, Zhang Liyou desperately continued to push the cultivation technique forward, without the slightest thought of giving up.

It seemed that the next moment would see all the meridians severed, or even ignite internal fire, burning the body to death, thus becoming a typical case described in the manual.

hum-

The mirror shard hidden deep within her palm and flesh suddenly trembled slightly, and a cold, sinister aura seeped out from the lens, silently merging into her raging meridians.

This aura is extremely strange. It is completely opposite to the extremely yang and strong nine yang qi and blood attributes, but it is not a simple case of water and fire antagonizing each other.

Wherever it passed, the originally violent and rampant blood and energy seemed to be forcibly calmed and tamed by some higher-level power, quickly becoming docile and peaceful.

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(End of this chapter)