Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

"The correct way to do it is—I use the ring to create more 'Blood Servants'."

"Usually, I'll have them stay hidden and follow me, or I'll just have them carry it in a box."

"Once the battle starts, I'll charge straight into the crowd and unleash my full power."

"The enemy slashed me, but I was fine. The spare Blood Servant in the box broke a bone and then reattached it in a second."

"The enemy shot me, but I'm fine. The Blood Servant in the box had several holes in its body, but they healed instantly."

"As long as I don't get instantly turned to ashes, this is the true—infinite health cheat!"

Lin Bai thought about it more and more and it seemed feasible.

In a world teeming with monsters, what could be more reassuring than the feeling of "never dying"?

This is practically the ultimate answer to the survival strategy!

however.

Just as he was immersed in the dream of "I am invincible", the lines of bloody words on the parchment continued to appear.

【side effect:】

1. Pain Residue: The damage has been transferred, but the pain sensation has not.

2. Flesh and blood adhesion: The inside of the mask is covered with fleshy hooks that will dig into the flesh when worn. The longer it is worn, the deeper the hooks will penetrate, eventually becoming one with the face... Good luck.

[Note: My genius host, aren't you getting ahead of yourself? Imagine someone severing your head with a single blow. Even though your neck is intact and your head is firmly in place, you'll experience firsthand the excruciating sensation of "head relocation."]

[The excruciating pain of a broken cervical vertebra and torn nerves... wow, the image is too vivid.]

Lin Bai's smile froze instantly.

Residual pain sensation?

So, being invincible means just letting me stand there and take the beating, not dying, but being tortured to death?

The room fell into a deathly silence.

A full minute passed.

Lin Bai suddenly laughed.

It wasn't a bitter smile, but a smile that was almost neurotic and carried a hint of ruthlessness.

"Pain...?"

He picked up the half of the cold mask and slowly pressed it against his left cheek.

Nourishes—

A slight stinging sensation came over him, as if countless tiny hooks were greedily gripping his flesh, trying to merge with him.

"If it's just pain."

Lin Bai murmured to himself as he looked into the empty room.

"Then I'll just suffer like this."

Who is he?

He is a con artist.

No matter how turbulent your heart may be, no matter how much pain your body may be in.

Even with cold sweat soaking my back, even with every nerve screaming for mercy...

He could also straighten his tie and give the most elegant and composed smile to an enemy who wanted to kill him.

"Since I can't die, pain is the best stimulant."

The excruciating pain of walking on the edge of life and death would, ironically, make this "actor" who walks in a world of lies, constantly remember the reality of being alive.

......

"Next..."

Lin Bai took out the antique copper coin that Gu Canglan had given him from his pocket and gently turned it between his fingers.

Alchemy.

Lin Bai stared at the intricate circuitry on the copper coin, a flame of ambition burning in his eyes.

According to the parchment, the abilities of extraordinary individuals are relatively singular in direction; although they are very strong, they have weaknesses.

Alchemy, however, can help him make up for this shortcoming!

He was now extremely curious about just how extraordinary this ability, which was so highly praised even by parchment, was!

"I hope that Mr. Gu can bring me some surprises."

......

The Brotherhood of Dust headquarters, VIP lounge on the top floor.

The art style here is completely different from that of the outer city.

The leather sofa is as soft as a cloud, the thick carpet covers your feet, and the air purifier hums softly.

An old man and a young boy were sitting on the sofa, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

The old man had gray hair and wore thick-rimmed gold-rimmed glasses on his nose.

His Zhongshan suit was washed until it was almost white, but it was ironed so perfectly that there wasn't a single wrinkle.

But now he feels like he has a nail in his butt, making him restless and uneasy.

His fingers kept tapping on his knees, and his eyes kept drifting towards the door.

"Xiao Ji, are you sure you're not mistaken?"

The old man's voice trembled slightly with urgency:

"Could a gang in the outer city really possess something as legendary as a fragment of the Spirit Erosion Mother Plate?"

The young man sitting opposite him was about twenty-four or twenty-five years old.

Wearing a well-tailored casual suit, he looked every bit the inner-city gentleman who had "relaxation" ingrained in his very being.

He picked up the teacup, took a sip, and frowned slightly—the tea leaves were stale, and the water temperature was wrong, probably only 60 degrees Celsius.

But he still politely put down his teacup, with a gentle smile on his face that was impeccable.

"Teacher Wang, you still don't believe me?"

Ji Yun spoke in a relaxed tone.

"When you showed me that incomplete rubbing during your open class that day, it looked familiar to me."

"It took me several days to figure it out after I got back. I saw this thing here at the Dust Brotherhood when I came to the outer city on behalf of my family six months ago."

At this point, he helplessly shrugged:

"The person who received us didn't know its value and said it was an antique unearthed from some kind of historical site."

"I didn't take it seriously at first. Who would have thought that was the core of the research topic you'd been searching for for half your life?"

Professor Wang took a deep breath, took off his glasses, and wiped them haphazardly, his hands trembling violently.

"If it's true... if it's true..." he murmured to himself, his eyes shining brightly.

"Then I can complete the theory and even reverse engineer a more efficient spirit etching plate! This would be a groundbreaking breakthrough!"

"What a waste! Such a treasure has been gathering dust in this place for so long!"

Just then, the door to the VIP room was kicked open.

A supervisor in a fraternity uniform rushed in, sweating profusely, and immediately bowed deeply.

He clearly knew the significance of these two individuals—especially the young Ji Shao, who was a true behemoth in the inner city.

"Young Master Ji, Professor Wang..." The supervisor wiped the sweat from his brow, his voice trembling, "I'm so sorry to have kept you both waiting."

"Where are they?" Professor Wang abruptly stood up, abandoning all manners and decorum. "Where's that stone slab?"

The supervisor's facial muscles stiffened for a moment, forcing out a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"This... is really unfortunate."

The supervisor's eyes darted around, and he stammered, "Just recently, that stone slab... was replaced."

Professor Wang swayed upon hearing this.

He plopped back onto the sofa, his face showing an expression that said, "The sky has fallen."

Ji Yun's smile remained unchanged, but the temperature in the room seemed to drop to freezing point instantly.

"It was switched?"

Ji Yun's voice was still gentle and mild, but the aura of someone who had been in a high position for many years was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

"As far as I know, that thing has been here for a long time. What a coincidence, it's gone just as I was about to arrive!"

"Yes...it was indeed a core member who left."

The manager was almost in tears; he dared not offend this young master.

Ji Yun raised an eyebrow.

This is a bit interesting.

......