Excessive ferocity due to caution

Chapter 308 The Third Fragment of Memory

"By the way, you said the young master of the Green Bamboo Society is here too?"

The prisoner nodded hurriedly:

"Ah, right, right, right!"

Zhao glanced at the warehouse ghost:

Where is he?

The warehouse ghost led Zhao Yi to another cell, where a man was trapped in a cage of thorns.

He was covered in blood, and his face showed a lot of resentment.

"You'd better let me go right now!"

"I am Kamenodanoji, the young master of the Green Bamboo Society!"

"You're dead when the Green Bamboo Society comes knocking on your door!"

Zhao Yi stroked his chin:

"You mean, if I don't release you, the Green Bamboo Gang will definitely come knocking on our door?"

Kamenotaji raised his proud head:

"That's for sure!"

Zhao Yi gave him a deep look, then turned and left.

"Cut off the leg."

"Don't let him get away."

Kamenoda was dumbfounded.

Didn't you hear me clearly?

"I am... Aaaaaah!!"

A scream.

His legs were cut off, and looking at his bloodied legs on the ground, Kamenotaji fainted.

...

Zhao Yi returned to the hotel and chatted with Chris about the hotel's future plans. Chen Fei also arrived at the hotel during this time.

Since the reconstruction of Guxuan Town began, he, as the owner of the steel mill, has been extremely busy.

After the steel was sold, a steady stream of ghost money flowed from the wealthy merchants of Guxuan Town into Zhao Yi's pocket.

In a room on the highest-level access floor of the hotel, he took out a green umbrella and a folding fan belonging to the Ghostly Scholar.

"This is your father's folding fan."

Zhao Yi said.

Su Qingyao took it in her hand and examined it for a long time.

Her beautiful eyes were dreamy.

It seems that this fan has stirred up ancient memories.

After a long while, she said:

"This is indeed my father's folding fan..."

Zhao Yi poured himself a cup of tea.

"With this fan, you will soon meet the Ghostly Scholar."

"but……"

"He was a ghost-spirit scholar from the past."

Su Qingyao was puzzled:

"What do you mean?"

Zhao Yi explained:

"This fan is a special item. It will take us to the era of the ghostly scholar, to participate in some things related to him, and to learn some hidden stories from the past."

He wasn't lying to Su Qingyao.

This umbrella and the Oink Blade are the same type of item, belonging to the keys to open private dungeons.

Upon hearing this, Su Qingyao's eyes immediately lit up.

"When do we leave?"

Zhao Yi replied:

"Next month... I'll take care of things with the Green Bamboo Society."

"I'm telling you this so you can be mentally prepared."

Su Qingyao nodded.

"it is good."

She was taken back into the system's containment space by Zhao Yi, and then Zhao Yi entered his own mental world.

After frantically devouring the chaotic factors, the Red Devil has undergone a noticeable change.

She gradually transformed from a little girl into a beautiful young woman.

She looked at Zhao Yi with a mixture of fear and longing.

She knew that only Zhao Yi could provide her with delicious food.

"You've become stronger?"

Zhao Yi was slightly surprised.

Red Devil pursed his lips and said:

"Yes."

"Thank you for the food, sir."

Zhao Yi carefully examined the Red Devil and asked curiously:

"You are the creation of the black goat's offspring; do you know where your 'Father' is now?"

The girl pondered for a long time:

"I'm not quite sure."

"I can only see a forest in my memory."

"The trees there are precious emeralds, and the grass and stones are hard glass..."

Zhao Yi shook his head.

It seems this girl will have to keep eating.

He traveled along the bridge built by the Darkest Personality to the Temple of Bloodlines.

Not long ago, in the chaotic city, Zhao Yi awakened his third memory fragment due to killing.

At that time, due to the unstable environment, Zhao Yi never opened it.

Now he has a chance.

Upon entering the Bloodline Temple, Zhao Yi immediately ventured deeper inside. In one of the rooms, he found a natural stone pool.

The pool was filled with boiling blood.

Bright red.

But it didn't have any fishy or foul smell.

Zhao Yi buried his head, staring at the blood pool.

He sensed a pair of eyes silently watching him from within the pool of blood.

The moment their eyes met, Zhao Yi felt himself sinking into the depths of a pool of blood, sinking deeper and deeper...

...

Void Containment Facility.

The hall was cold and dimly lit.

Only two people were sitting opposite each other.

Round table, long bench.

A silent atmosphere.

One of them was Zhao Yi (Experimental Subject No. 6).

The other person was the high priest of the Void Containment Facility.

The two appeared to be negotiating.

It's not hard to see that last time, Number 6 didn't manage to escape the shelter... or rather, he didn't want to escape.

Zhao Yi now has a God's-eye view.

He observed carefully.

Ok……

The lividity on Number 6's body is getting worse.

It's present on almost every part of the body.

In some areas, the skin may even begin to ulcerate.

"How is it?"

"Are you interested in my proposal?"

Number 6 seemed unconcerned about the decay on his body, and looked at the high priest across the black round table with a smile.

The other person was deep in thought.

"What you say is unreliable... I'm interested in the conditions you've offered, but I don't believe you."

The high priest replied coldly, his posture somewhat condescending.

Number 6 sighed.

He stood up and removed his shirt in front of the high priest.

"Did you see that?"

"I don't have much longer to live."

"There is a difference between consciousness parasitism and possession... Although the latter comes at a heavy price, one can truly survive in a different body."

"But 'consciousness parasitism' won't work."

"In four or five days at most, No. 6's body will be completely decomposed."

"I will die at that time."

At this point, number 6 smiled slightly:

"I am dead."

"You'll get nothing."

"Even if we cooperate, and you don't get my mental meme or summon the evil god Leviathan sleeping in the holy mountain, isn't our ultimate goal the same?"

"Anyway, as long as what you get allows you to rise through the ranks, isn't that enough?"

The black-robed priest gently rubbed his palms together.

Number 6 continued:

"You should understand one thing... Humanity's understanding of this world is still pitifully limited. Although you are followers of the evil god Leviathan, you have no idea how terrifying and hopeless Leviathan truly is..."

"Any living being that comes into contact with it will suffer misfortune and be reduced to nothingness in endless madness."

"Even if you obtain my meme, you will never see the truth about Leviathan."

After a pause, Number 6 placed his hands on the table, a strange smile playing on his lips:

"You will die from its whispers."

"Forever lost..."

"If that's what you're after, then you don't need to go to such lengths; many of the contained objects in this facility can do the same thing!"

"High Priest...you're investigating this matter, but you know perfectly well how much of what I'm saying is true!"

The black-robed priest stopped what he was doing, his face extremely grim.

Is he a true believer?

Obviously not.

There are not many believers in the church who are truly loyal to Leviathan.

Most of them were monks from the hell of flesh and blood.

They are crazy.

This small group wields terrifying power and controls the vast majority of the rest.

Just how cruel were their methods?

Even he, the high priest of the Void Containment Facility, felt fear among the members of the rear hall.

At this point, it's too late for them to back out.

Quitting... means death.

To survive, and to fulfill his ambitions, he had to climb higher!

"If you lie to me, you'll suffer a terrible death!"

Finally, the black-robed priest gave in.

Number 6's words were like a sharp sword, piercing his heart!

Yes.

He did so much, sacrificed so much, was it all just to die in the whispers of an evil god?

He originally obtained Zhao Yi's meme to climb to a higher position, not to throw his life away.

In that case, what difference does it make whether he gets Zhao Yi's meme or something else important...?

Number 6 smiled and said:

"My greatest strength is my integrity."

"And... if this collaboration is successful... we should collaborate again."

The high priest squinted:

"What do you mean?"

Number 6 said calmly:

"To make sure you don't try anything funny, I need to leave myself some options, right?"

Under the table.

The high priest clenched his fists tightly, but his expression remained unchanged.

"Can."

"I'll take you to get the meme for that 'thing'."

He stood up and raised his hand.

The door to the room in the lobby opened.

The outside light shone in.

Number 6 turned his head slightly to the side.

After getting used to it for a while, he followed the black-robed priest and left the place.

After leaving the room, the priest arrived at a laboratory.

The observers inside greeted him.

The black-robed priest dismissed the other observers, leaving only one behind.

He then used his privileges to open a special meme collection container.

The observer standing nearby was incredibly excited to see the high priest inspecting his work and specifically keeping him behind!

This clearly shows the high priest's extraordinary trust in him!

Although the high priest said nothing, he had already expressed his attitude through his actions.

The observer suddenly felt tears welling up in his eyes!

Finally... has my hard work finally paid off?

The high priest trusts me so much, doesn't that mean I'll soon get a promotion and a raise, marry a beautiful and wealthy woman, and reach the pinnacle of life?

Great!

Thinking of this, he stepped forward and very enthusiastically and dutifully introduced:

"High Priest, this meme originates from the Chaotic Era. Although it is extremely damaged, its activity level is exceptionally high..."

"The meme often resembles a scalpel and is codenamed 'Taotie'."

"It possesses a mysterious power that allows it to continuously devour other superior 'memes,' thereby constantly strengthening itself and the host it parasitizes..."

"Furthermore, the 'Taotie' was corrupted by chaos, giving rise to a bizarre parasite—the wounds of units damaged by the 'Taotie' will also be 'planted' by this parasite."

"The seeds manifest as seaweed-like tentacles, constantly absorbing the life force of the unit to heal the wounds of the 'Gluttonous' host..."

"While we don't yet know exactly how this was done... we believe that with further interaction, we'll soon have the results!"

He spoke at length, spitting as he spoke.

Then the high priest handed the meme source to number 6.

Number 6 took out the scalpel, examined it for a moment, and then smiled slightly:

"I like this gift."

The high priest said calmly:

"I can't give this to you."

"I'm just borrowing it from you."

Upon hearing this, the observer quickly stepped forward to stop them:

"High Priest! This meme is extremely rare and dangerous!"

"You absolutely cannot act recklessly..."