Tianjin, starting with unorthodox methods to achieve immortality

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Chen Mo suddenly laughed, "Do you think I'm three years old?"

"Just because you say it's yours doesn't mean I should give it back to you?"

The young man named Andrei next to him moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but Joseph raised his hand to stop him.

"Sir," Joseph stepped forward, clasping his hands in front of him with humility, "divine transformation is of no use to you."

"But for us, it is the vessel of faith, the means by which gods descend to earth."

"We need to take it back."

His grey-blue eyes were fixed on Chen Mo.

"We can pay you; name your price."

Chen Mo didn't speak; the moonlight shone on his face, and his expression was indifferent.

After a few moments, he spoke, "How long have you been following me?"

Joseph paused for a moment, then smiled. "Since you left the Li family, you've been recuperating, so we didn't want to disturb you."

"You want me to take it back?"

"Yes."

"What if I don't give it to them?"

The alleyway fell silent for a moment.

Andrei's hand moved slightly in his pocket.

Joseph's smile remained unchanged, but his eyes deepened.

"Sir," he said, "we're not here to steal it, but the divine transformation is really important to us, so important that we're willing to do anything for it."

"Anything."

Chen Mo stared at him for a moment.

He casually placed the suitcase on the ground and asked, "Would you die for it?"

Before he finished speaking, the shadow beneath his feet suddenly moved.

The shadow that was originally stretched out by the red moon was severed at the ankle, like a snake that had been cut off. The front half was still connected to Chen Mo, but the back half slid out silently.

One, two, three... seven dark human figures rose from the shadows.

It has no face, no features, only the outline of a person and limbs.

Each one was held in hand, the blade gleaming with a cold, dark light under the crimson moon.

Shadow Puppet.

Joseph reacted extremely quickly.

The moment Chen Mo spoke, he suddenly leaped backward, his agility unlike that of someone in his forties.

But the shadow puppets were faster; they clung to the ground at an unbelievable speed, closing in on Joseph and Andrei in the blink of an eye.

Just as Andrei pulled a silver revolver from his pocket, before he could even raise it, a shadow puppet had already swept to his side, its curved blade slashing horizontally.

The blade sliced ​​towards his neck.

Andrei leaned back abruptly, the blade grazing his Adam's apple and slicing off a button from his collar.

He broke out in a cold sweat, staggered backward, and pointed his gun wildly at the shadow puppet.

boom!

The lead bullet pierced through the shadow without splattering any blood.

The shadow puppet's body only twisted slightly before it continued to approach him, and the blade flashed again.

On the other side, six shadow puppets simultaneously surrounded Joseph.

Compared to that young man, he posed a stronger threat to Chen Mo.

As Joseph retreated rapidly, his hands moved quickly in front of him, his fingertips drawing strange patterns in the air.

"Praise be to the Spider God, praise be to Him who weaves His web in the darkness, praise be to Him who captures lost souls..."

Six shadow puppets pounced simultaneously, their blades flashing.

Joseph's body recoiled just before the blade touched him, and he was thrown backward and upward as if pulled by invisible threads.

He was pressed against the wall of the alley, his limbs outstretched at an eerie angle, like a real spider.

The chanting never stopped.

"He gave us eight legs to walk on sheer cliffs... He gave us eight eyes to see through the falsehoods of the human heart."

His priestly robes began to tear, revealing the skin beneath.

The shadow puppet closed in again. This time, the blade struck the opponent's chest, but only left a wound about an inch long, barely cutting through the skin.

Joseph's face still retained a human appearance, but the sides of his forehead began to bulge, as if something was about to emerge from under his skin.

Even the pupils in their eyes are elongating, turning into vertical pupils.

"He gave us the freedom from our mortal bodies and eternal life..."

His voice began to change, and two huge fleshy bulges appeared on his back.

The meat bun burst open, and eight slender, segmented legs emerged from it.

Each leg is as thick as an arm, covered with black bristles that are sharp as hooks at the tips.

They gently touched the wall and completely supported Joseph's body.

His torso continued to expand, his ribs stretched outward, his spine bent backward, and his entire body transformed into a sphere covered with a dark brown carapace.

Only a human face remained in the foreground, embedded in the body of a spider, making it look extremely eerie.

Joseph looked at Chen Mo, who was lying on the ground, and gave him a strange smile.

"Sir," his voice came from a man's mouth, with a hissing sound, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

A shadow blade came slashing towards him, and he raised his two front legs to block it.

The blade struck the spider's leg, producing a crisp, metallic clang and sending sparks flying.

The shadow puppet's longsword transformed into shadow and reformed, leaving only a faint white mark on the opponent's spider leg.

"It seems your methods are nothing special."

Joseph's smile lasted only a moment.

Because Chen Mo's figure had already disappeared to the end of the street, even leaving his suitcase aside.

"run?"

Joseph pressed himself against the wall, his eight spider legs slightly bent, his vertical pupils fixed on the ever-shrinking figure, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

With a light leap, his enormous spider body bounced off the wall and landed on the bluestone slab in the middle of the street with a dull thud.

With its eight legs moving in alternating steps, it moved at an astonishing speed, covering half a street in just a few breaths.

"Sir!" he called from behind, his voice laced with mockery, "Aren't you going to leave your luggage behind?"

"It's yours."

Chen Mo didn't even turn his head, he just kept running.

Running away was not an option; even the ghost skin of the Painted Skin Demon couldn't withstand the Shadow Puppet's attacks, yet it couldn't break through the opponent's defenses.

What's the point of even trying?

The commotion has already woken up many sleeping pedestrians. If the fighting continues, the secret of the Shadow Puppet will inevitably be exposed.

If word gets back to the Hou family, I'll have another mortal enemy.

Only a fool wouldn't run.

As for returning the items to him?

Chen Mo touched the oil paper package in his arms, feeling somewhat unwilling.

Once it's in your pocket, there's no reason to hand it over.

Even if we return it to them, will they let it go?

Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Murder! The giant spider at Xikai Church is killing people!"

This shout, delivered with all its might, exploded in the narrow alley, causing the walls on both sides to vibrate back.

"The giant spider at Xikai Church... is eating people!!"

"Run, everyone!!"

The sound was drawn out, even the last syllable trembled, as if he had truly seen a ghost.

A row of windows along the street were pushed open with a whoosh, and several heads popped out. Before they could see what was going on, they were frightened by the shouts and shrank back in fear.

Chen Mo pronounced the four characters "Xikai Church" with exceptional clarity, confident that their legend would be circulating on the streets tomorrow.

Chasing me?

Okay! I'll give you a little trouble first.