Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 189 The Mockery of Fate

The drunkard seemed to be laughing, and the air itself seemed to vibrate.

But the mysterious incantation continued to ring out. It was as if he was no longer chanting a spell, but rather using the vibration of his mind to achieve the effect of the cryptic incantation. Mysterious forces intertwined all around, summoning even more black shadows.

The water gathered at their feet, forming an ever-growing and deeper lake that encompassed Han Su and the others.

At this moment, Wei Lan had already used the makeup mirror in her hand, and all around her was a crystalline, airy wall.

At this moment, all she wanted to do was to seal off the area to prevent it from being flooded by the lake.

Otherwise, if the lake water exceeds the blockade, the drunkards could come and go as they pleased.

Han Su continuously released the power of his right eye, evaporating the lake water that had gathered around him. However, his mental power also diminished. It seemed as if the lake water could not be completely evaporated, and his mental power was almost exhausted, leaving him feeling dizzy.

"He not only deciphered the code of life, but also mastered the high-level power of the Banshee sequence."

"I am no match for him. Perhaps I will be able to confront him head-on only after I obtain the title of Empress..."

Wei Lan conveyed the message, quickly informing Han Su that he was clearly starting to struggle.

At this moment, Han Su couldn't even summon the ghost truck; as soon as it was summoned, it sank into the lake.

Looking at the guy with the bowl cut, he was squatting there, seemingly thinking of an idea, or perhaps just spacing out.

However, his mental activity was so high that anyone who approached the lake water would automatically dissipate.

'Is it time to unleash the ultimate move?'

Han Su hesitated, "It's not time to make an appointment with Miss Ai yet..."

Just as he was starting to get anxious, he suddenly heard an extremely arrogant voice:

"Huh, Black Lake?"

Along with this sound, the black lake water that had been frantically gathering in this wilderness seemed to be torn apart instantly, as if it had been evaporated by the sun. Then, a human face appeared on the mirror crystal that Wei Lan had constructed around them.

It was just a blurry human face, yet it exuded an overwhelming sense of arrogance and disdain:
"Is the Hidden School so great? Even if it is, it's not up to someone like you who's only half-baked!"

"Don't even mention the Black Lake. So what if you could summon the Midnight Banshee back into reality?"

"..."

"Ok?"

When this voice rang out, Han Su was stunned, Wei Lan was stunned, and even the drunkard who was summoning the Black Lake was stunned.

Wei Lan was stunned because this person was mentally alert and had sharp eyes. His own makeup mirror could isolate a space, but he had been injured and the makeup mirror had developed a crack.

This person had the keen eye to see through the crack and project himself in, but since he had no hostility, he did not suffer any backlash.

The man with the bowl cut frowned slightly, seemingly annoyed by the man's appearance.

"Dr. Rong...?"

Han Su looked at the human face reflected in the mirror crystal, somewhat surprised.

Shouldn't this guy be at the Black Note sealing site? When did he get here?
Just then, Rong Qiyue's gaze swept somewhat displeasedly towards the bowl-cut man, then he turned to Han Su with a questioning tone:
"How is this guy still alive? Wasn't he executed?"

"Luckily, I reacted quickly. As soon as I saw him, I followed him, otherwise I..."

"..."

Listening to his dissatisfied rambling, Han Su frowned: "Is this the time to ask that?"

"Oh oh..."

Rong Qiyue also realized what was happening and hurriedly said, "It's fortunate that I came, otherwise you might not have been able to solve the problem!"

"Don't be afraid of his secret incantation. It's just intimidating. It's easy to deal with him."

"He can summon the Black Lake, but he may not be able to carry it on his back."

"He appears to be hiding in the lake, but he's actually everywhere!"

"His mental energy will be constantly depleted simply by attacking this projection of the black lake!"

"We can easily wear him down!"

"..."

As he spoke, he even glanced deliberately in the direction of the bowl cut hairstyle, his eyes showing a hint of provocation.

Even if you're fierce, if you can't solve the problem, I'll still have to step in.

"?"

Upon hearing this reminder, Han Su and Wei Lan were quick to make a decision.

But before they could even make a move, one of them went berserk first; the drunkard's voice rang out first:
"I……"

He tried his best to remain calm, but he couldn't hide the loss of control in his voice: "When did I offend the Rong family?"

A person can go crazy if they accumulate too many questions, and this is exactly what happened to the alcoholic.

To guard against Zhang Chiguo, he had even taken the initiative to curry favor with the people of the seawall city and try to get them to cooperate.

Unexpectedly, even the Rong family of Haidi City were actually their people...

Why did I end up like this?
Damn it, so many people are plotting against me, it would be strange if things didn't come to this!
He only felt a sense of absurdity, a mockery of fate.

Amidst a bitter laugh, the Black Lake's tide surged and rolled, its power concentrated in one place, rushing madly towards Wei Lan.

They wanted to forcibly break through the barrier set up by Wei Lan and escape from this place first.

At this point, he was truly afraid.

"Snap..."

Wei Lan was directly impacted by this terrifying, mysterious power, and his expression changed drastically.

Two new cracks suddenly appeared on her face, and blood seeped from the existing wound. Han Su didn't waste any more words and immediately unleashed the Giant's Eye with all his might, his already dwindling spiritual power surging forth wildly.

As the white light swept across his right eye, a large area of ​​black lake water evaporated; it was indeed effective.

But more and more tides were summoned by the drunkard's incantation, and their impact became increasingly powerful.

Han Su frowned: "Why...is the effect not obvious?"

Rong Qiyue's expression suddenly became a little awkward: "Anyway, this is indeed his weakness, just put in a little more effort..."

"?"

Han Su's emotions were thrown into disarray. He looked coldly at Rong Qiyue and said, "Then why aren't you helping?"

Rong Qiyue said awkwardly, "It's already difficult enough for me to project it over..."

"Besides, my strength lies in knowledge..."

"..."

Han Su didn't want to talk anymore, and didn't even want to see Rong Qiyue at this moment.

Just then, the man with the bowl cut suddenly stood up, seemingly smiling, and said softly, "Then I'll do it!"

Han Su turned to look at him: "Do you have a solution?"

“It’s very simple…”

The man with the bowl cut slowly said, "Since he likes to hide in this lake, why not just eat the lake?"

Even Han Su was taken aback by this question: "Eat it?"

The man with the bowl cut nodded and slowly unbuttoned his clothes, revealing the various surgical wounds on his body.

Then he measured it with his fingers and chose one that was neither too long nor too short.

Wei Lan, standing beside him, was taken aback: "You can do that?"

"Sure..."

The man with the bowl cut looked somewhat puzzled: "Wasn't it agreed from the beginning that this person was to be handed over to me?"

“I don’t understand either. I’m still deciding which method to use to find him, and you guys are all there, getting anxious and arguing back and forth.”

"..."

Wei Lan: "?"

Rong Qiyue: "???!!!?"

Han Su was speechless for a moment: "So we were the ones who made a fuss?"

The man with the bowl cut didn't answer, but gave Han Su a look. Then, suddenly, he pinched the corner of his scars. Each of his scars was strung with a strange, thick black thread, as if no matter how much time passed, the stitches would never be removed.

Now, he simply pulled out a thread, and the bloody wound immediately opened up.

But the wound grew wider and deeper, eventually turning into a mouth.

The next moment, a sinister and eerie incantation rang out from that mouth.

An indescribable power emerged from his side, and the endless, undulating black tide around him was slowly swallowed by his mouth.

Han Su and Wei Lan were so shocked by this scene that their eyes widened.

The projected image of Rong Qiyue turned pale with fright, his lips trembling, as if he were recalling some unforgettable memory, the shadow in his heart growing larger than the black lake.

……

……

"Am I such a joke in your eyes?"

The drunkard, hiding in the black lake, seemed to have been forced to the last step. His previous composure and calmness had begun to dissipate.

He remained silent for several seconds, and when he finally spoke, it was with a sense of finality, a dejected resignation that disregarded even the last vestiges of his principles: "At this point, Mr. White Corpse, are you still going to hide on the sidelines and watch the show?"

"I agree to all the conditions you previously proposed. I'm willing to be your puppet after becoming an independent investigator..."

"I'm willing to help you reclaim your position as heir..."

"……help me!"

"..."

Who was he talking to?

Wei Lan instantly became alert: "Is someone nearby?"

Han Su stiffened slightly, recalling the words the drunkard had spoken when he first appeared.

He has a backup plan!

Could it be that the finger pointing at the back wasn't referring to a bowl cut, but rather...?

This thought, on the contrary, felt like a huge weight had been lifted from my heart, and my mind suddenly straightened up:
"Miss Ai was right after all; the guy hiding in the shadows has come out..."

"..."

"Drunkard, I told you long ago you're just a piece of trash..."

As their emotions fluctuated and they cautiously looked around, a dry laugh rang out. The laugh came from behind the endless weeds, where a man in a white suit, carrying a snakeskin briefcase, appeared. He wore an eye patch, leaving only one eye visible.

He seemed to have been standing there for a long time, yet it was as if he was only finally seen when the drunkard called out his name.

His laughter was sharp and mad, filled with boundless madness: "We finally meet again..."

"You pathetic wretches!"

(End of this chapter)