Excessive ferocity due to caution

The memory disappeared completely when it reached this place.

Zhao Yi was unaware of the subsequent experiments and how Number 6 escaped from the church's control.

Perhaps only by finding the next fragment of memory will Zhao Yi know what happened next.

Once he regained consciousness, he reappeared inside the Bloodline Temple.

In his hand, he found himself holding that spotless white robe.

A faint light shone down from above the temple.

It falls on the body, flowing with holiness.

"Isn't it the bloodline of the Red Robe?"

"Why did you give me a white robe?"

Zhao Yi curiously squeezed the robe in his hand, and a emotionless voice appeared in his mind:

There was no such thing as red clothing in the world.

"Because so many gods were killed, the red-clad ones appeared!"

"This white robe is the embodiment of your spirit; in the future, you will need to dye it crimson with the blood of your 'divinity'!"

He looked around.

I didn't see anyone.

"Who are you?"

Zhao Yi asked.

No one responded.

He put on the white robe and immediately felt an ancient art begin to unfold in his mind.

The feeling was very subtle; it was as if Zhao Yi was seeing a long, long time ago.

One person passed down this skill, and it was continuously inherited and improved by later generations.

Ultimately, the skill came into his hands.

At this moment, Zhao Yi's spirit was enveloped by a mysterious force.

He suddenly saw many things that could not be described in words.

Congratulations! You have acquired the Bloodline Skill: Red Robe - Ox-Dissecting Technique

"Dissecting an ox?"

Zhao Yi licked his lips, a glint in his eyes.

He really likes this skill.

With this skill, he will be able to appreciate even more delicious foods.

He donned a long robe and walked deeper into the Bone Palace.

A broken black stone corridor.

The murals on both sides were blurry and indistinct.

Further in, Zhao Yi could no longer see anything.

He seemed to have fallen into absolute silence and darkness.

The distant sound of bells guided him on his way.

On the way, the whispers Zhao Yi heard grew louder and louder.

It was filled with intense malice.

The whispers faded away only after he finally saw a glimmer of light ahead.

At the end was a large hall.

There is no bell inside.

The bells sounded from a much more distant place.

Zhao Yi can't go there.

A bronze coffin was placed in the stone hall. Zhao tried to open it, but failed.

He sensed that perhaps his second fragment of memory was stored inside this bronze coffin.

It may also contain a second bloodline technique!

"Based on the analysis of those previous memories, I have most likely already learned these skills once."

"Later, for some special reasons... I forgot about them."

"What could be the reason?"

Zhao Yi was deep in thought.

He had previously absorbed a large amount of unclean energy, which enabled him to successfully open the gate to the Bloodline Temple. Now, the bronze coffin before him also required power to open, so Zhao Yi focused his attention on the Mountain God...

...

With the matter of the Bloodline Temple temporarily settled, Zhao Yi rested at the guild's headquarters for one night and then took the train directly to Guxuan Town the next day.

After meeting Zhao Yi again, the warehouse ghost, who was preparing for a major battle, gave Zhao Yi a general report on the current situation.

Currently, there are about three hundred ghosts willing to risk their lives for me.

Chen Fei, the factory manager of the steel plant, provided him with a large sum of money.

I currently have a fairly ample supply of ghost money.

However, the steel mill has very little income now, so we have to find a way to open a shop in the Evil Mountain instance to mine iron ore.

We can only start preparing for mining after the matter with the mountain god is over.

"I've been researching the remaining body parts of an unclean body for the past two days."

"No news."

"The other party is hiding it too well."

The warehouse ghost was extremely troubled by the severed limbs in the center of its body.

The other party did not reveal any clues whatsoever.

They have been extremely well hidden for decades, even centuries.

Standing in front of the church, Zhao Yi looked at the newly reconstructed statues inside and said:

"You're looking in the wrong direction."

The warehouse ghost was stunned:

"Are you going in the wrong direction?"

Zhao Yi explained:

"Think about it, their goal is the same as ours, to prevent the coming of the Son of God... The remains of the unclean body were scattered in the villages and factories near Valley Hanging Town."

"For decades, in order to confirm that these parts haven't merged, shouldn't he have had means to monitor them?"

Upon hearing this, the warehouse ghost seemed to understand something.

Zhao Yi continued:

"There are only two places capable of monitoring unusual activity over a large area—"

"The first is the police headquarters in Guxuan Town."

"The second is the administrative unit of Guxuan Town."

"Obviously, the latter is not as sensitive as the former, so that guy is most likely in the police headquarters."

The warehouse ghost clapped his hands and said admiringly:

"The cult leader truly lives up to his title!"

"In that case, I'll take my men and head to the police headquarters now."

Zhao Yi stopped him.

"You're really overwhelmed... taking hundreds of people to the police station... What, you want to fight the police station?"

The warehouse ghost chuckled awkwardly and coughed dryly, saying:

"The cult leader's criticism is..."

Zhao Yi waved his hand:

"Alright, Wu Liang, you continue with the tasks I assigned you. I have another very important task for you later, so for now, the more manpower you can gather, the better..."

"I'll handle things at the police headquarters."

"If you want to take down that big guy in Zili Village... you can't do it without it."

The warehouse ghost arranged for one of his underlings to drive Zhao Yi to Hu Aotian's house.

Zhao Yi knew that if he went directly to the police station, he wouldn't be able to see the person he wanted to see.

His status was not high enough to warrant a direct meeting with high-ranking police officials.

But Hu Aotian can.

As a business tycoon in Guxuan Town, Hu Aotian had many reasons to get that key figure in the police station to come out for tea.

After learning of Zhao Yi's purpose, Hu Aotian initially refused Zhao Yi's offer.

But when Zhao Yi exposed his identity and mentioned Zili Village, Hu Aotian agreed after a period of silence.

It likes its current life.

It didn't want to get involved in disputes, but even more than disputes, it didn't want to have anything to do with Zili Village anymore.

Everything in that village was too dangerous.

After starting his own family, Hu Aotian worried that the events in Zili Village would affect his children and wife.

So, after being persuaded by Zhao Yi, Hu Aotian finally agreed to help him arrange a meeting with the bureau chief.

In an elegant private room at the Rotten Wood Cafe, Zhao Yi finally met the person he was waiting for.

The other party took off their police uniform and changed into civilian clothes.

"I thought you really only had a broken body."

Zhao Yi looked at the man in front of him with a mysterious smile on his face and teased him.

In this ghost-infested town, it wouldn't be surprising if the man in front of you really only had the middle part of his body.

The other person sat down opposite Zhao Yi and adjusted their collar.

"Mr. Zhao... I've actually been watching you for a long time."

The sheriff held his coffee and took a small sip.

A far-sighted perspective.

"The curse on you seems to be growing stronger; it looks like the time for the curse to come true will come soon..."

Zhao Yi didn't care much about that and went straight to the point.

"You don't want the coming of the Son of God, but I... want to get rid of the Mountain God."

"Do me a favor... so you can solve this problem once and for all."

The sheriff took a cigarette out of his pocket, held it to his nose, and smelled it.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhao."

"Preventing the arrival of the Son of God...doesn't necessarily require killing the Mountain God."

"Hu Aotian already mentioned your suggestion to me before."

"My opinion is... it's too risky."

His expression showed some helplessness.

"Actually, I didn't expect it to become this strong at first."

"My plan seemed perfect, but it was ruined by a small, unnoticed detail."

Zhao Yibing wasn't angry at being rejected; he casually replied:

"You didn't expect the station ghost that makes up the head to actually go to Zili Village to challenge the four limbs to a duel... right?"

The sheriff looked up slightly in surprise.

Zhao Yi raised a finger, his smile gradually becoming more unrestrained.

"You don't want to help me because you think the chances of winning are too slim."

"However... I can give you a reason why you have no choice but to help me."

The sheriff's eyes were sharp:

"What...reason?"

P.S.: I originally wrote more than 3000 words today, but when I was about to post it around 9 o'clock, I wasn't satisfied with it, so I deleted it all.

This chapter has been completely rewritten.

Perhaps because of the headache I had before, which made the previous dungeon take too long, this transition part left me feeling conflicted.

Okay, let's leave it at that for now. I'll make a detailed outline for the rest tomorrow morning, so my brain doesn't get all muddled.

Goodnight, my darlings.