Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 188 The Banshee Sequence: [Black Lake]

In the blink of an eye, the drunkard, filled with raging anger, rushed in front of the pot-headed man.

Sharp, pointed nails grew from his ten fingers, and he viciously clawed at the bowl-cut man's chest.

At the same time, an invisible force was activated under his all-out attack.

Both Han Su and Wei Lan beside him could see a crimson light appearing behind the bowl-cut man.

One can vaguely see what appears to be a vast and long scroll unfolding deep within space.

The scroll stretched endlessly, covered with all sorts of strange writing. Countless quills could be vaguely seen floating above the red scroll, using blood as ink to write encrypted and twisted characters, exuding an eerie and mysterious feeling.

The Crimson Scroll!

Every person who shakes hands with another under the serial number 12 [in the name of the Crimson Scroll] has entered into a contract.

Those who break the contract will be punished by the Crimson Scroll.

The most common punishment was that the skin on one's body would be peeled off by a scarlet scroll, becoming part of the scroll itself.

It was precisely because the drunkard knew how severe the punishment was that, even though he was no longer entirely at ease with the pot-headed man, he still treated him as the final act after signing the contract, and would still call him over at crucial moments in the confrontation.

Now, the man with the bowl cut has indeed successfully fooled the drunkard, and we can see the astonishment on his face.

But this also means breaking the contract, and the punishment of the Crimson Scroll will follow.

Large cracks appeared all over his skin at that moment, and blood gushed out as if he were being cut by an invisible butcher's knife.

It was at this moment that the drunkard made his move, taking advantage of the backlash to directly rip out the pot-headed man's heart.

"laugh!"

But at that moment, the man with the pot lid raised his hands and grabbed the drunkard's hands.

Sharp fingernails pierced through the pot-headed man's palms, the barbs crisscrossing, making his hands look like bloody hedgehogs. But with this, the pot-headed man gripped the drunkard's hands tightly, squeezing hard, making the drunkard's ten fingers crackle.

"you……"

The drunkard looked at the bowl-cut man in disbelief. Every reaction of this guy was different from what he had imagined.

"Such a clear feeling, I haven't felt this in a long time..."

The bowl-cut man's lips began to stretch into a wide grin; this was no longer just a natural smile, but a sign that he was genuinely excited.

It wasn't that the alcoholic was being misled into being excited; that excitement has already passed.

Now, the happiness he exudes seems to stem from genuine pain, and this thing is even addictive...

His skin peeled off piece by piece, but new skin grew out in its place. In the blink of an eye, a whole layer of his skin had been peeled off, but new skin grew and replaced the original skin.

After the metamorphosis, he appeared to have nothing left but blood.

"The pain of being skinned?"

Looking at the drunkard's astonished expression, the man with the bowl cut chuckled coldly, "I've been skinning people for fun since I was seven..."

He started skinning and playing with skins when he was seven years old, so he was naturally restrained by number 12. The backlash from the Crimson Scroll was nothing to him.
The drunkard heard every word, but couldn't understand it at all.

What exactly am I dealing with?
At the same moment, the man with the pot lid hair restrained the drunkard's hands, and Han Su immediately pounced on him.

He slashed the drunkard three times in quick succession, then clenched his left fist.

Gathering all his strength and focusing his remaining mental energy, he delivered a solid blow to the drunkard, striking him in the abdomen and splitting his liver.

The drunkard swayed, groaning, and forcefully pulled his hands away from where they were being held.

All ten fingernails were shattered.

But he ignored the pain, uttered a low murmur, and his figure quickly enveloped in a gray shadow, as if trying to escape.

But the man with the pot lid had already closed in, flicked his toes to pick up the dagger that had fallen to the ground, and then with a flick of his wrist, the iron chain wrapped around the drunkard. He pulled hard, dragging the drunkard close to him, and at the same time, he slashed the dagger straight at the drunkard's chest.

Even at this moment, he was still determined to disembowel the drunkard.

The drunkard was not so concerned about his other injuries, but he was extremely wary of the pot-headed man's knife. Yet, he remained calm under these circumstances. With a twist of his body, his movements were exquisitely beautiful as he deftly dodged the chains and then flashed away.

[Stepping onto the Ladder of the Abyss]

Even at this point, he was still thinking about escaping the predicament.

But with a snap, even though there was nothing in the air, he felt as if he had bumped into an invisible mirror.

With the sound of shattering glass, he stumbled and fell into Wei Lan's trap.

Han Su stepped forward and delivered a whip kick, sending the drunkard, who had failed to dodge, flying towards Wei Lan.

Wei Lan was not to be outdone. Her spiritual power surged, creating mirrors that seemed intent on trapping the drunkard inside them before she stepped aside to make way for the pot-headed man.

The man with the pot lid lunged forward, charging straight at the drunkard once again, his dagger slashing horizontally. None of the three underestimated the drunkard; at this crucial moment, they would inflict as much damage as possible, refusing to believe he was immortal.

Under their ruthless attack, the drunkard was almost instantly turned into a pile of mangled flesh.

Unexpectedly, the drunkard's rotten flesh instantly became even more diluted, like a puddle of mud, and suddenly melted away. When it landed, it turned into a pile of blood and flesh, which then quickly merged into the shadows.

Wei Lan sensed the change and gritted his teeth slightly: "The code to life!"

Han Su received this reminder and suddenly realized: Is this the change brought about by the life code?

Logically, the drunkard should have died by now. The damage he suffered was far beyond what an ordinary person could bear. Even if he knew some terrifying mysterious power, he was still just a mortal. As long as he was a mortal, it was impossible for him to survive such severe injuries.

But the drunkard is clearly different; he has already mastered the code of life, and the process of breaking the code of life step by step is the process of transcending the level of mortals.

How could this person survive in such a state?
"you……"

Han Su even heard the drunkard's voice rising from the shadows. The voice, which had been weak and trembling when it uttered the first syllable, had become clear and angry again. But even stronger than the anger was a sense of self-mockery and distress.

"How did I ever get involved with a bunch of lunatics like you..."

"..."

The moment the voice rang out, Han Su leaped high into the air, then slammed his right hand down, sending a stream of eerie blue flames burning towards a strange shadow. His voice was cold and hard: "If you deserve to die, then die. We're not going to give you a chance to speak!"

This statement seemed to answer the drunkard's question, yet it also seemed to answer nothing at all, but the attitude was expressed very clearly.

I came here to take your life.

"I admit I underestimated you, but aren't you also underestimating me a little too much?"

As the drunkard roared in anger, all the shadows in the surrounding air began to writhe, and eerie incantations rang out from all directions. Large swaths of shadow condensed into clusters, like waves churning in a lake.

His voice, surprisingly, still held a degree of calm: "I've always been someone who could have risen to the rank of independent investigator based on my own abilities..."

"If it weren't for that report, I might have already been promoted..."

"..."

Han Su felt a sticky, slippery sensation under his feet, as if he were in a swamp.

The black shadow, or rather the tide, seemed to be pulling my feet in.

He immediately activated the Giant's Eye with his right eye, and a white light filled the air, causing the tide to recede.

But all around were rolling, surging black shadows. The giant's strength could push back the tide, but it couldn't push back so many at once.

"careful!"

Wei Lan's reminder rang out: "This is the seventh cipher spell in the Banshee Sequence that the Qinggang Disaster Management Bureau has been unable to complete!"

"The secretive school has been keeping it a secret. The seventh spell has actually been developed, but they're keeping it from the Disaster Management Bureau..."

"..."

"Another secret school..."

Han Su couldn't help but frown.

The Disaster Management Agency possesses three major sequences, but these sequences did not fall from the sky. Instead, they were laid out by the esoteric school. Each cipher spell points to a surreal source, and correspondingly, each surreal source represents multiple cipher spells.

The Banshee sequence refers to the Midnight Banshee.

She is one of the most famous local freaks in the Qinggang area, and she once actually lived in this region.

More than two thousand years have passed, and the development of technology and the establishment of modern society have long since caused these strange creatures to disappear into the annals of history. However, the fear of these abnormal creatures is still deeply engraved in the genes of the local natives of Qinggang.

The three sequences of banshees are based on coded incantations discovered through the study of this bizarre creature, the excavation of ruins, and the collation of documents. By reciting these coded incantations, one can activate the mysterious power that this bizarre creature retains in the real world.

The Disaster Management Bureau's [Banshee] sequence has included seven cipher spells, such as No. 2 [Etherealization], No. 4 [Howl], and No. 6 [Swift Shadow]. Each cipher spell with a different number can unleash one of the Banshee's powers.

Wei Lan had already discovered the contents of these spells and had developed a targeted strategy.

However, the secret school had a trick up its sleeve, and the drunkard was now using a secret incantation that even the Disaster Management Bureau didn't know about.

In other words, this is a ciphertext spell that is outside the Disaster Management Authority's sequence.

Moreover, it's the most crucial move: the Banshee's most fundamental ability—the Black Lake!

"Reckless young people will always pay the price for their ignorance!"

Having summoned the Black Lake and concealed himself, the drunkard watched Han Su and Wei Lan's reactions with a sense of satisfaction.

"If you want to deal with me, you are essentially going against the knowledge of the secret school..."

(End of this chapter)