The Law of Heaven

Chapter 21 Someone is cheating

Fu Wanghu raised his head, seemingly recalling carefully before recognizing the man at the door: "Oh, Li Yun, it's been a long time."

Li Yun actually took a half step back. His suddenly changed expression was like that of a spotted hyena encountering a lion on the grassland, grinding its teeth and sucking blood, yet extremely fearful.

"Fu Wanghu, why are you here?"

He placed his right hand on his waist, instinctively reaching for his gun.

The subordinate assistant instructors also drew their guns, their composure and jest when facing the new recruits gone, replaced by fear and panic.

While firearms can indeed pose a certain threat to immortal beings, their deterrent effect is actually far less effective than when facing ordinary people.

Rather, in the world of immortal beings, this subconscious urge to draw a gun as a threat is precisely a sign of cowardice and weakness, a manifestation of the weak.

"calm down!"

The technical advisor snapped out of his daze and quickly stopped him, saying, "This is the order from higher-ups. Mr. Fu was released on special permission. Miss Jiang is representing the investigation team to question him."

Jiang Youqing also got up from the sofa, nodded expressionlessly, and showed a special investigation order approved by the senior management of Deep Blue Alliance: "Is this alright?"

Li Yun was still uneasy, and a bead of cold sweat even rolled down his forehead: "But even so, who can guarantee that this guy won't turn into a Dead Apostle?"

Finally, Fu Wanghu pointed to his electronic shackles, his voice lazy and deep: "Don't worry, there are snipers aiming at me outside."

A dense array of red dots appeared behind him.

Twenty-four highly trained assassins were already lying in ambush among the high-rise buildings along the coast. Each of them was equipped with a specially made anti-material sniper rifle, and if Fu Wanghu made any unusual move, he would be shot to pieces immediately.

"I'm not as good as I used to be."

Fu Wanghu explained, "There's no way to avoid this kind of sniping."

"Have the joint assassination squads been deployed?"

Li Yun finally relaxed, but the fear in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest. He turned around and said, "Miss Jiang, I need to know what happened that made it necessary to release this guy from prison."

Jiang Youqing glanced at him: "You have no right to know."

Li Yun had never been treated like this before, but the other party's strength and status prevented him from retaliating. He was so angry that he was breathing heavily and was filled with impotent rage.

"I have asked all the questions I needed to ask. If you recall any clues in the future, please feel free to contact me. If you can provide crucial evidence to clear your name, your sentence will be significantly reduced."

Jiang Youqing turned and left, pausing before departing, her voice cold: "Please restrain yourself during this time. If you become a Dead Apostle before the investigation is over, I will be very troubled... That's all, farewell."

After saying that, she turned and left.

"What a unique young lady!"

Fu Wanghu didn't care at all, and just smiled and said, "So young and already at the Reincarnation Stage, no wonder those old guys value you."

The technical advisor, with a forced smile, quickly said, "Mr. Fu, we'd appreciate it if you could move to the lab later. In case anything happens to your health, we can administer the inhibitors promptly. You know, this is a requirement from above."

Fu Wanghu didn't mind. After going out, he found that a technician was already waiting for him at the door. He paused for a moment, turned around and said, "Speaking of which, do you have the information on the new recruits? Remember to send me a copy later. I'm just killing time anyway. It's much better to help the old guys pick out a few good prospects now and then than to let them be bullied here."

He laughed and said, "After all these years, the hunters of the Alliance still can't change their habit of bullying newcomers. What do you call that? A leopard can't change its spots."

The technical advisor continued with a forced smile, "Take care."

Li Yun watched the other person's departing figure with a livid face. That last sentence was clearly an insult to him, but he didn't dare to provoke this ticking time bomb.

"monster."

He only dared to spit lightly: "What do you want?"

"Oh, if I'm not mistaken, it's probably a false alarm. I thought they had discovered a rare spiritual inheritance disorder."

The technical advisor shook his head and said, "However, Mr. Fu has already looked at the data. There are no patients with Spirit Inheritance Syndrome among the new recruits, otherwise you would be in trouble."

Li Yun was taken aback, then laughed in anger, and said sarcastically, "Indeed, if there really is a Spirit Inheritance Syndrome patient among this batch of newcomers, then I would have to kneel down for my actions just now and beg him not to retaliate against me in the future."

Spiritual inheritance can be passed down through bloodlines.

Once a member of the new family is diagnosed with a spiritual inheritance disorder, the five major families will go crazy. The old folks will do everything they can to get him to marry into the family, give him the best resources and treatment, let him sleep with a different woman every day, and have the most offspring.

At that time, the five major families will once again possess the ability to inherit spiritual power.

It's like being reborn from the ashes.

"But you should be careful, some of these newcomers have connections. For example, the one surnamed Chu is the fiancé of Director Wu's niece. The one surnamed Xiang is still a high school student, and he was recommended by Captain Jian from the Security Bureau. The former director of the Security Bureau and Captain Jian were old friends, so there are still some connections between them."

Technical guidance and persuasion.

Li Yun refused to admit it, and sneered, "Come on, I treat everyone the same, no matter who puts people in here. If I just let these newcomers out like this, and they die in the other side, the responsibility will be on my shoulders. I don't have any great ambitions, and I know my own limitations. I can't climb up there."

He turned and left: "I don't expect my subordinates to achieve anything, but I also don't want them to cause me trouble. This is the rule that the five families originally set. Since the newcomers are under my command, I'll call the shots."

It was at this moment that the assistant instructors suddenly received a phone call, and their expressions turned strange.

"Boss, something's happened."

The man exclaimed in surprise, "The newcomer is almost there!"

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After a brief period of resentment, the newcomers in the morgue were ready to accept reality and start with the dirty and tiring work of handling corpses.

“We’re so unlucky to have a freak instructor. My fiancée told me that the training for new recruits might be tough, but the instructors would treat us like family. It’s like a master mentoring apprentices; we follow him, and we share in his success and failure. But Li Yun is the worst person among all the instructors.”

A young man named Chu Xun, one of the new recruits, came to the morgue and silently opened the body bag: "The hunters are very senior and hierarchical, and Li Yun is the one who likes to show off his status and seniority the most. Even if we pass the training under him, he won't genuinely take us under his wing. Even if we do enter the other side in the future, we'll be the ones doing the dirty and hard work, but they'll get all the benefits."

Clearly, this is a rather shrewd person. He didn't utter a single complaint when the instructors were present, but now that they've left, he's started complaining.

The Wolverine who had been brutally beaten had recovered. He staggered to his feet and said through gritted teeth, "That guy really went all out."

"Brother, you're really something! May I ask your surname?"

Someone stepped forward and asked.

"Jiang Quan."

Jiang Quan turned to look at the boy beside him, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Thank you for earlier."

Aihara shrugged, indicating that he didn't care, and then looked at the person who had spoken earlier: "Excuse me, is the assignment of a new recruit to an instructor random?"

Chu Xun nodded: "Yes, even if someone gets in through connections, it's still random. Because the department in charge of hunters is the Anomaly Management Bureau, other departments can't reach here. We can only accept our bad luck and slowly figure out a solution."

After saying that, he unzipped the body bag.

A stench hit my face.

Everyone was so startled that they took several steps back.

Aihara, in particular, had the most acute senses, and the overwhelming stench of the corpse almost made him vomit on the spot.

"Fuck!"

"What the hell is this ancient corpse?"

"These must have been rotting for hundreds of years! There are at least a hundred corpses here. How long will it take to clean them up? I can't take it anymore, I want to go home!"

Some people have already broken down.

But that's not the scariest thing.

Just as Chu Xun was so disgusted that he couldn't help but back away, a rotten and withered hand suddenly reached out from the body bag and grabbed his right wrist!
Chu Xun was startled; a strong, foul stench assaulted his senses, making him dizzy.

The zombie in the body bag stood up, grabbed his wrist and pulled him down, its foul mouth biting at him.

This horrifying scene terrified the newcomers. Without exception, they had just become immortal beings, and their thoughts and perceptions were similar to those of ordinary people. They had no time to make any effective reaction and could only feel fear.

In the end, Aihara raised his right hand in time, using his Alaya consciousness to remotely choke the zombie's throat, thus stopping its sudden attack. Jiang Quan reacted swiftly, using the sharp bone spikes on both hands to pierce the zombie's head.

With a snap, bodily fluids splattered everywhere.

Chu Xun, having narrowly escaped death, couldn't help but vomit.

"Some of these zombies aren't completely dead; their cells are still active. In this state, a zombie will attack if it smells a living person, which is why their internal organs are removed, leaving only the brain for research. That's the nature of zombies; even if their heads are pierced, they won't die completely, so their internal organs must be removed."

Someone sighed helplessly: "I'm a forensic doctor, so I'll go first. You'd better have someone assist me to prevent the corpse from turning into a zombie. In any case, we still need to get trained first, otherwise we'll all be working for nothing."

He was one of the few Creation Rank experts present, a middle-aged forensic pathologist of mixed Chinese and British descent, who appeared to have a high level of education, and whose name was John.

The newcomers then realized that the characteristics of the zombies were so abnormal, meaning that even with its head pierced, the corpse in front of them still possessed the ability to attack.

Damn, that's disgusting!

John put on a mask and took a deep breath.

His ability was to release spider silk from the fingertips of his hands. Under his control, these transparent threads were as sharp as knives, easily slicing through the rotting corpses of zombies, skillfully dissecting the rotten flesh and removing the internal organs.

The stench filled the air, but his expression remained focused.

These undead that emerged from the other side had been rotting for who knows how many years. Their rotten flesh and internal organs were all stuck together, dripping with mucus and bodily fluids, making them extremely difficult to handle.

"Oh, I've met an expert."

Chu Xun took out a wet wipe to wipe his mouth and watched from the side: "John is right, we do need to go through the training first. But those bastards are obviously making things difficult for us. There are so many zombies here, but we only have two hours."

“Even if each person handles the corpse individually, it’s not that efficient. The most crucial thing is to prevent the zombies from turning into corpses, which is extremely difficult.”

Jiang Quan took out his phone and connected to the intranet. He found that the online instructional videos were not as professional as the forensic doctor in front of him, so he went over to learn as well.

Aihara also observed carefully from the side, silently noting down every detail.

About five minutes later, John finally finished dealing with one of the zombies, put it back into the body bag, zipped it up, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It took the professionals five minutes."

Someone shrugged: "Then we're even more of a waste of time."

John sighed. "The most crucial point is that the zombie I just dissected was relatively intact. If it were one that was charred or severely damaged, it would be much more troublesome to deal with."

Indeed, given the efficiency of the new recruits, it would have been impossible for them to process so many corpses in less than two hours, especially since they had wasted a considerable amount of time.

There are approximately one hour and forty minutes left.

Clearly, they've been set up.

"Not necessarily."

Aihara said suddenly.

He had already recorded the process of dissecting the corpse.

Everyone turned to look at him. This boy, who looked like a high school student, seemed to have extraordinary abilities that might actually have a miraculous effect.

"I have a bold idea, but I need your help."

Aihara took a deep breath to adjust his state, releasing the mental field of his Alaya consciousness to the maximum extent, making the area within ten meters his world.

He stretched out his hands, pinching his index fingers and thumbs together.

Pull down.

He unzipped dozens of body bags from a distance, exposing the rotting corpses naked to the air. In the silence, faint sounds of breathing and heartbeats, not of human origin, could be heard, as if a sleeping beast was about to awaken.

Aihara gritted his teeth and exerted force, twisting his fists together.

There was a click.

The zombies' necks were forcibly snapped, the sound of bones shattering clearly audible. Before they could even awaken from the scent of living beings, they had already suffered severe injuries.

The newlyweds were speechless; what a shocking scene!
Aihara's ability to snap the necks of the zombies was incredibly powerful, seemingly sending a chill down their spines as well.

"Can I borrow one of your knives?"

Before his companions could even agree, Aihara had already expanded his mental field and taken things from a distance without permission.

The Nighthawk blades worn by the newlyweds trembled and floated up, their blades whistling and reflecting the blinding light. As if summoned by an invisible force, they dispersed in an orderly fashion, landing precisely on the mortuary bed and locking onto the corpses in the body bags.

"What... ability is this?"

Chu Xun was taken aback: "Mind control?"

"No wonder he was able to catch me."

Jiang Quan's expression revealed a hint of emotion.

There are always people more capable than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding.

"I get it! This young man is going to control all the sabers at once and dissect the zombies in multiple threads, which will greatly improve efficiency!"

John was a little excited: "Let's help!"

This was the first time Aihara had used his mental field with such power, controlling thirteen Night Hawk blades at once while simultaneously dissecting the corpses of the zombies.

He learns things very quickly.

The process of John dissecting the corpse kept replaying in his mind, with every detail being broken down and analyzed.

It might be a little unfamiliar, but it's not a big deal.

The dissection begins!
But with such a high workload, his brain felt like it was being touched by a red-hot iron, as if his soul was being drained and his spiritual essence was burning wildly.

As a long-lived being, he consumes his own spiritual essence when he uses his abilities.

The quality of the soul.

Each time a long-lived species uses its abilities, it consumes spiritual energy to some extent; the greater the effort exerted, the greater the loss.

Spiritual energy is like physical strength; once it's depleted, it's exhausted, and it takes time to recover.

The corpses of the zombies were dismembered with military knives, their rotting flesh oozing foul-smelling bodily fluids, revealing tangled fascia and internal organs that stank to the point of being nauseating.

The saber was used for repeated cutting.

The blade reflected a chilling light.

"Remove his organs; he can't hold on for much longer."

John led the rest of the team to assist, helping to remove the dissected organs and throw them into the trash can, trying to simplify the dissection process as much as possible.

The simpler the anatomical process, the lighter the burden on the phase matrix.

Even though multi-threaded operations put a heavy burden on Aihara, he became more and more adept at it as he practiced. His saber twirled under the light, its cold gleam dazzling.

His eyes gleamed with an ancient, molten gold light as he silently gritted his teeth and said, "I'm fusing with a Heavenly Principle-level ancient relic. I don't have time to be your apprentice."

Thirteen flat-bladed nighthawks emitted joyful cries.

As if they were pandering to the king who ruled them.

The camera in the corner flickered slightly, and the people in the monitoring room stared in disbelief, exclaiming in astonishment:

"Holy crap, someone's cheating!"

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