There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 334, Corpse Parts of a God

Ignoring the snake-man high priest lying on the ground, looking like he was in so much pain and questioning his existence, he ignored him.

The person arrived at the statue of the god of springs in the center of the pool.

Xiao Yang has never had much respect for the title and word "god".

Even respect is based on what one has done.

He reached out and grabbed the wine jug that was held by the statue's arm.

The City of Hope is indeed missing a fountain in the center.

"That's barely enough."

With a little force, they couldn't pull the abundant wine jug off for a moment.

Unconvinced, Xiao Yang exerted some force once more.

This time it was almost done, and a crisp cracking sound was heard.

The sound startled the snake-man high priest, who was still in great pain.

He looked up and, upon seeing what was happening in front of him, his eyes widened in astonishment, and he quickly spoke.

"Stop pulling! Without the protection of the Abundance Jug, the filth outside will rush in!"

What the snake-man high priest did not expect was...

It would have been better if she hadn't said that. But once she did, when Xiao Yang heard that the only consequence was the creation of the Black Mud, he acted even faster.

With each effort applied, a miracle occurs when sheer force is exerted.

Xiao Yang forcefully broke off the statue's hand.

Of course, there was no divine punishment, curse, or anything like that at this moment.

Perhaps even if such a thing were to happen, it would have to wait until Xiao Yang went to break the statues of the living gods.

The only change was that the surging black mud was no longer obstructed.

At this moment, the snake-man high priest was filled with terror, while Xiao Yang was not particularly flustered.

One hand gripped the wine jug containing half of the statue's arm.

He shouted loudly towards the snake-people children and high priests over there.

"come over!"

His calls went unanswered. The snake-man high priest remained collapsed on the ground, looking utterly defeated, while the snake-man children surrounded him, their faces filled with terror.

Xiao Yang did not tolerate such a scene or the disgraceful snake-man high priest.

He strode over, grabbed the snake-man high priest, and slapped him twice across the face.

Suddenly, his expression became even clearer.

His face was still covered in undried blood, his whole body was crimson, and he exuded a murderous aura. He spoke word by word to the seemingly dazed man in front of him.

"I don't care what happened between you and your god who has already fallen."

"But now, I'm going to save you. So behave yourself, understand?"

I have to admit, sometimes this is the only thing that works well.

The snake-man high priest finally regained some of his sanity.

Soon, the surviving snake-man children and the clear-eyed snake-man high priest gathered in front of Xiao Yang.

Without any further frills, Xiao Yang simply raised the Abundance Wine Jar high in his hand and walked step by step toward the Poison of Faith in front of him.

The Bountiful Wine Jar and the corpse of the God of Springs within it made the black mud particularly restless.

Even with such agitation, they still dared not approach Xiao Yang, but instead surged with increasing impatience.

of course.

As for why he restrained himself from the black mud.

Xiao Yang didn't want to know why this happened, nor did he want to know.

Just stride forward.

We're almost out of this cluster of buildings that seems to have fallen from the sky.

The frenzied surge of black mud reached its limit.

Xiao Yang had a premonition that these things would definitely not allow him to leave so easily with what he had in his hands.

Pause when you are some distance from the edge.

He addressed the snake-man high priest behind him, "Take them away from here, and wait for me outside."

Let's send these little guys out first, so that if a fight breaks out later, they won't get caught in the crossfire.

The high priest of the snake people wanted to say something more, but in the end he said nothing.

It seems they don't quite understand what happened.

A man suddenly barged in, asked a question, then broke off the statue's arm, took the sacred artifacts, and led them away. At the last moment, he sent them off first, leaving himself alone.

"What is the purpose of doing this?"

She didn't seem to know him.

and.

Their gazes fell on Xiao Yang's scarlet, exaggerated, and terrifying back.

"He doesn't seem like a good person either?"

I didn't understand, but the effects of the Clear Eyes Technique hadn't worn off yet, so I didn't ask any more questions and just obediently led the little guys away.

She wouldn't understand.

Xiao Yang is a good person.

He is doing a good deed.

"It's that simple."

"Wait! The Glimmer experience points have been credited to my account!"

Well, it's both pure and not so pure.

Just as Xiao Yang was quietly waiting for the little guy beside him to finish his evacuation, suddenly, a little guy stopped beside Xiao Yang and spoke in a clear voice.

"Thank you."

The sharp, blood-stained handcuffs rubbed the little girl's chubby cheeks.

"Alright, let's go!"

But it is indeed a good deed.

Soon after, everyone left.

Xiao Yang stood tall amidst the surging, dark mud.

He broke off the arm of the deity that was clinging tightly to the wine jug and threw it down, then his gaze fell on the round thing inside the wine jug.

To be honest, Xiao Yang never expected that something like this would end up in his hands.

"Round and about the size of a pigeon egg, if it's not an eyeball, then what could it be?"

Although I managed to snatch a fragment of the God of Springs, I inexplicably felt unlucky.

This stuff isn't clean!
However, he had no other choice. He had already gotten his hands on it. Even if it wasn't clean, it was still valuable. Xiao Yang couldn't just throw it away like that. He was a pragmatist.

Reaching out, he probed into the mouth of the abundant wine jug, and with a slight squeeze, Xiao Yang firmly grasped the round, fleshy ball in his hand.

Before taking away this divine corpse completely, he needs to understand its cause and effect.

As Xiao Yang raised this piece high, this corpse of the God of Springs.

The black mud in front of him surged violently, and an even more dramatic change occurred: faces appeared in the mud, their eyes fixed on the thing in Xiao Yang's hand.

"Aren't you going to say anything, God of the Spring?"

Xiao Yang suddenly spoke.

A god would not die so easily.

Even if they truly die, they can be resurrected again and again over the long years.

They are notoriously difficult to kill.

As Xiao Yang's mental state steadily improved, his perception became increasingly acute.

Completely matching a true god is still impossible for the time being, but sensing the remnants of a god after their fall is not difficult.

But now, his words are being ignored.

My gaze fell on this round, plump ball of flesh.

"Looks like we'll have to resort to some tactics."

(End of this chapter)