Deity Investigation Report

Chapter 208 A transaction

"That woman? The woman with the crystal skull?"

Han Su, who had already realized many problems but couldn't connect them, suddenly had a feeling that clues were converging.

The hand holding the white corpse's heart unconsciously tightened slightly, and he said urgently, "She..."

"where is she?"

"..."

"She's always been in Qinggang, she's always been watching over you, hasn't she?"

The white corpse glared at Han Su and laughed maniacally: "Hasn't the underground queen of Qinggang's mysterious world been risking her life to protect you all this time?"

"Crystal Skull, haha, Crystal Skull is just a dog she keeps, her pet..."

"This dog is secretly helping you too, right?"

"Otherwise, how do you explain that the second unearthed mechanical fragment ended up in your hands?"

"..."

The second mechanical fragment?
Han Su couldn't put all these things together, and felt a strange sense of unease build up in his heart.

"How hypocritical!"

The white corpse stared coldly at Han Su, sensing his confusion, and made no attempt to hide the mockery on its face:
“Even though everything is related to you, you act like you know nothing.”

"I failed to become the heir because of you, I was abandoned as a defective product because of you, and I suffered the torment of these transformations because of you..."

"Even the mechanical fragments specifically designed to control us are clearly in your hands!"

"You're the one who ruined everything. Everyone else is still suffering, yet you're enjoying the comforts of a safe haven under their protection. And you even have the nerve to hit me?"

"You are the people who value human life the least!"

"..."

The white corpse's voice grew louder and angrier. Suddenly, an immense surge of spiritual power erupted from his body, sending Han Su flying. The speed was so great that Han Su couldn't crush his heart in the blink of an eye.

The instant he broke free from Han Su's grasp, he returned once again to the Mother Divine Tree and reconnected with it.

Han Su didn't mind his escape at this moment, but said in a low voice, "You should know that I can still kill you!"

He still had a third mental bullet left, but this was all he had.

When forced to use this third mental bullet, the white corpse must be killed directly, otherwise there is a risk of being caught off guard and suffering a setback.

Bai Shi was slightly taken aback and looked at Han Su. From Han Su's expression, he was certain that Han Su was telling the truth, but an even stronger torment was raging deep in his heart. His voice was a kind of madness that was both crying and laughing: "You think I'm afraid of death?"

"From the moment I decided to take action against you, I knew that woman wouldn't let me go."

"Since I can't get back what's rightfully mine, at least I should do something for myself..."

"..."

"Judging from your behavior when you were a child, you don't seem like someone who's not afraid of death..."

Han Su stared into his eyes and said, "Besides, even if you are not afraid of death, it doesn't mean you have the ability to do anything else."

As he spoke, he pointed at the white corpse: "Now, you only have one last chance..."

"I regret getting involved with you..."

Facing Han Su's fingers, Bai Shi felt a strange sense of fear; he could tell that Han Su wasn't lying.

For some reason, there was a pleading quality in the voice: "I accept that you hit me when I was a kid."

"I admit you were right back then. I deserve all the suffering I'm going through now!"

"Someone like me, when I'm down on my luck, no one will sympathize with me!"

"but……"

He suddenly clenched his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, and said coldly, "What right do you have to stop me from taking revenge?"

With a shout, endless blue arcs of electricity once again emanated from his body, this time connecting even more frantically to the Mother Divine Tree. He raised his hand with difficulty, hooking three fingers together and extending his index finger, but not pointing it at Han Su in front of him.

Instead, it pointed to the bustling lights of Qinggang.

As soon as he made this movement, the entire Mother Divine Tree, all its leaves and buds, followed his action, pointing towards Qinggang, and specifically towards a certain place in Qinggang.

A cruel excitement flickered in Bai Shi's eyes: "I want Bai Senmang to die!"

[The contamination level of the Mother Divine Tree has decreased!]

Outside the temporary containment center, Miss Ai suddenly spoke in a monotonous voice. Zhang Chiguo, who was standing next to her, was startled and turned around in surprise: "It's clearly a high concentration of polluting power gathering, so how did you conclude that the threat level has decreased?"

Miss Ai's mechanical reply: "The Mother Divine Tree is currently removing the contamination from Qinggang's third line of defense. It's beginning now..."

[...It was a child's revenge!]

【…】

This strange use of language intensified Zhang Chiguo's suspicions about Miss Ai.

He knew very well that Miss Ai would not normally speak in such a tone.

Isn't she afraid of being overheard?

"This guy has really gone mad..."

Looking into his crazed eyes, fragments of memories about seeing the white corpse along this life path also appeared in his mind.

Along this path of life, Bai Shi doesn't seem to hate himself as much. When facing himself, his resentment lessens, but his obsession and greed for copper remain as strong as ever. And his obsession with killing "Bai Senmang" becomes even stronger.

In fact, in this life arc, Bai Shi complained less about fate, but given his personality, he wouldn't take the blame himself. So, most of his resentment was directed at Bai Senmang.

He originally intended to use the Mother Tree to threaten the entire Qinggang, but now, perhaps because of the beating he received ten years ago, he still harbors some apprehension. At this moment, he even begins to remove the pollution from the ordinary people of Qinggang, all in order to condense this strongest bullet.

So……

"it is good!"

Han Su suddenly made a decision and spoke in a deep voice.

The white corpse was somewhat surprised, paused for a moment, and looked at Han Su.

Han Su slowly took a step back and looked seriously at the white corpse: "If you want to fire this shot, I won't stop you. Whether you succeed or not depends on your ability."

"But after you fire this shot, I will kill you."

"In exchange, I want your memories, all of them, related to these things."

He spoke very seriously. The White Corpse was on a higher level than him in terms of mystery. Whether he had the copper or the bullet left in the White Corpse's mental world, he could kill the White Corpse, but he could not obtain the things in the White Corpse's memories.

Therefore, the only option is exchange.

"you……"

Bai Shi never expected Han Su to say this.

When he made the decision to fire that shot, he was already prepared for Han Su to kill him at all costs.

But this is what he wants; he hates all these people.

So whether Han Su was pretending or genuinely wanted to know these things, he insisted on asking, and Han Su simply refused to tell him.

This is his way of getting revenge.

But at this moment, Han Su's composure surprised him, and he looked deeply into Han Su's eyes.

This figure seemed to overlap with the mysterious figure in the ancient castle who was different from the other children, inspiring awe even in the white corpse.

The white corpse spoke with some difficulty: "Why?"

"Because you're right!"

Han Su took another step back and said, "No one has a reason to stop you from taking revenge, and neither do we!"

"We can't be friends, we can't be companions, and it's even difficult for us to form an alliance because we pursue different things."

"But on certain points of view, we are the same!"

"So, the greatest sympathy I can give you is to let you fire this shot. I can even tell you that whether your shot succeeds or not, I will go after Bai Senmang. If he is really involved in our kidnapping case, he will die by my hand."

"Consider it an insurance policy for you!"

"..."

Bai Shi seemed to want to say something, but his lips moved and he ultimately didn't say anything. At this moment, he finally saw someone he could trust on Han Su's face.

Then, his smile became somewhat strange, and then he pointed to his head and nodded.

The next moment, he fired at Qinggang.

"Snapped!"

As he "fired" the gun, all the leaves of the entire Mother Tree suddenly began to sway.

Within the massive fleshy veins, boundless spiritual power was rapidly being drawn away and gathered towards the treetop.

Then, the dark red night sky was filled with swirling clouds and a sudden gust of wind.

The surging spiritual power instantly gathered in one place and roared as it rushed towards Qinggang.

Like a blood-red line, it pierced through the entire night sky, heading straight for the lights at the edge of the earth with terrifying speed.

Meanwhile, the pollution that had just spread out as a whole showed signs of abating, and the rampant spread of pollution in Qinggang City was brought to a slight halt.

Even some of those whose eyes had turned red and who knelt towards the Mother Tree seemed to regain some clarity and slowly raised their heads. The white corpse concentrated all the dispersed pollution into one point and fired at Qinggang.

What started as a threat to the entire Qinggang area has now escalated into a targeted elimination of a specific individual within Qinggang.

To some extent, this did slow the spread of pollution.

Qinggang.

The dark red, polluted beam of light pointed to a luxurious and grand manor. Inside the study, a middle-aged man sat at his desk, with a bottle of whiskey and a glass in front of him.

The laptop in front of him was still open, displaying a forum page.

He wasn't part of the mysterious circle, but the instant the red beam of light pointed at Qinggang, or rather, at himself, the entire manor seemed to experience unstable circuits and flickering lights, as if immense pressure was descending from the sky.

Is this what it feels like to be killed by your own son?

He thought silently, lowered his head as if in great pain, and even pounded his head hard.

But soon, when he looked up again, his expression was full of anger. He grabbed a photo frame on the table. The photo showed a silly-looking little boy with parted hair mounting a horse by stepping on the butler's back.

He slammed the picture frame to the ground, letting the glass shards scatter, and when he looked up again, his expression had become as hard as cast iron, his eyes filled with deep indifference.

Is this your son?
No, this is just a useless, overconfident attempt by someone who still can't grasp the situation!

Does he not even realize how much he has sacrificed for him?
(End of this chapter)