Chapter 13 The Devil's Message
Old Man Huaisu walked into the room and sat on a chair as soft as cotton.
The room was surprisingly bright and spacious, its transparent walls overflowing with azure water. Its hemispherical structure resembled a pearl sunken in the depths of the ocean. Father Huaisu lowered his eyes and coughed softly a few times. The back of his paper fan was a startling crimson.
"Ji Qiufeng, are you crazy? You're in such poor health and yet you dare to use your Heavenly Eye? Aren't you afraid of staring you to death?"
With a rustling sound, a small white snake crawled out from the corner, and a rapid, urgent female voice emanated from its mouth, like a worried young housewife. Ji Qiufeng raised his hands in surrender, and the white snake wrapped itself around him fiercely, hissing and spitting at him.
"I didn't stir my blood, I just opened my eyes a little." Ji Qiufeng gestured, "At most, a hint of spirit was revealed."
The White Snake was stunned: "A hint of willpower made him see the path to advancement?"
"Scary, isn't it?" Ji Qiufeng laughed. "Back then, before we could become disciples, we had to train at the foot of the mountain for three years, practicing martial arts and chanting scriptures day and night. Only then would we be qualified to receive Master's guidance without collapsing. But that kid doesn't even need my guidance; he can dig out the mystery from the aura with just one glance."
The white snake murmured softly: "Just like Huaisu..."
"Excessive talent is a curse." Ji Qiufeng shook his head. "Such people are destined to be extraordinary. Their lives are bound to be entangled with the tide. His hometown, Dust Island, is a place where even the roads are unwilling to be revealed. Even with such strict defenses, he was still caught up in the current by a summoning accident. It can only be called fate."
"Return your life? Haven't you always disbelieved in fate?" The little snake sneered.
"I've kind of believed in Huaisu since the day I found him." Ji Qiufeng stared at the sea outside the wall. "I'm trying to figure out the book that made him appear..."
"I'm surprised you still remembered." The little snake bumped his head repeatedly. "It's been two days and you still haven't burned that book. I almost thought you were infected by the outside world."
"You told me before that these kinds of mysterious things often only work in the hands of their 'original owner.'" Ji Qiufeng mused. "Let's wait and see if there are any surprises. Let's also see what kind of person this child is... The situation is dire now, and outsiders are trying to borrow our tentacles."
"What a joke. How tasteless." The little snake turned around and said, "I'm going swimming. Don't kill yourself."
After the little snake left, the light in the room disappeared, and countless transparent eyes opened in the blue water outside the wall.
Those were phantom images of imaginary demons, not just a few, but as numerous as a school of fish. Their tentacles extended wantonly, clinging to the transparent wall, as persistent as sharks scenting blood. Behind the riotous images of demons, a vast, turbid, multicolored light silently spread, a foul presence stirring.
"Go, go." Ji Qiufeng waved his hand like he was shooing away flies. The shadows outside the wall retreated, as if even demons would be afraid.
At that moment, a clear white light shone from the water, and a long dragon soared into the air, roaring loudly as it leaped into the water. Its roar blew away the shadows like foam, and its arrival restored the water to clarity. However, something in the distance, coveting the city, remained unharmed, having only temporarily retreated.
Ji Qiufeng sank into the soft chair, slowly exhaled, and blood seeped out from between his lips again.
The little snake was worrying too much. He wouldn't die, and couldn't die. This precarious city depended on his life. The day the city lord closed his eyes, Huilong City would be destroyed.
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Chu Hengkong returned to his room in a daze. He hadn't heard the concerned words Ji Huaisu and Jie An had exchanged earlier. His mind was filled with bizarre and magnificent images: those bizarre worlds, those powerful and mysterious beings. They lingered in his mind like an eternal storm, making him want to scream.
He had to spit it out, to extract the information from his brain, otherwise he wouldn't be able to think properly. When he came to his senses, Chu Hengkong had already grasped the pen, splashing ink on the blank pages of the silver-eyed book. At first, there were several circular "dots", and then straight "lines" connected the dots, and highly abstract outlines emerged beside the dots. There were three lines connecting the dots, and the three main trunks that did not intersect converged at the top. When he stopped writing, the structure was complete, and the particles strung together by the lines looked like the branches and leaves of a giant tree, or like a long stairway leading to heaven.
The road to advancement.
Chu Hengkong laid down his pen, his head swirling as the turbulent winds of his mind receded, and with them the hallucinations faded, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye. It was as if everything he had seen flowed out with his brush and ink, transforming into an abstract "road" on the page. Mr. Ji's words were true. After experiencing this firsthand, no one would doubt that the magical road truly existed, even lying right next to his hand.
But drawing the path is useless. He doesn't understand what he's drawn, let alone the method of approaching it. He needs to be taught, learn, and explore, just like a child studying a textbook, or an apprentice practicing horse stance...
apprentice……
Chu Hengkong felt a sense of loss. He had always faced life with the aura of strength, fearless of challenges and uneasy about finding a way out. He possessed kung fu and strength, and even in the darkness of violence and gunfire, he was a strong man who could control his own destiny. But after crossing over, everything had changed. Here, he was no longer the invincible killer, and his strength was even inferior to that of a young woman.
He let himself sink into the feeling of disappointment for half a minute, and then asked himself: So what?
It's just another journey to become stronger.
The sense of loss was extinguished by his fighting spirit, and a surge of fighting spirit and curiosity filled his heart. Chu Hengkong rolled over and sat up, his spirits high. He had to seize the opportunity to become stronger. Even in the mere city of Huilong, there were wanted criminals with a particle level of 1. The world outside the city was extremely dangerous. If he lacked even the most basic strength, what would life and freedom be like in the future?
The most urgent task is to obtain detailed intelligence on the "Path of Ascension," preferably with tips on how to advance. Consulting those demon-possessed individuals is probably useless; even if they extract information through torture, it will likely be a maddeningly evil path. Elder Huaisu, who is willing to teach me, is the most practical path at the moment. He made it clear before leaving that if you want to advance, you must achieve results... You must capture as many targets as possible, but wanted criminals won't fall into your trap...
Besides performance, the other party will probably also value attitude. Should I hand over the Silver Eye Book as a sign of cooperation? But at least this thing can still be used as a can opener. Without it, I'll only have three pitiful relics left... I haven't had time to authenticate the sticker today...
Chu Hengkong felt a little helpless. He had never been good at planning. He casually opened the silver-eyed book and wanted to imitate the smart people and write down some notes to organize his thoughts.
The large book was open, and Chu Hengkong's eyes were fixed on something. He clearly remembered that the book had no content except the inner pages, but this time when he turned the page, he saw unfamiliar words.
The strangely appearing text was printed on the blank page with the "bookmark". The silver font was elegant and slender, but the format of the text was remarkably familiar:
[Sticker-type Basic Relic - Water Bomb]
【Rating: Bottom】
[Origin: Senluo Secret Realm - Huilong City]
[Effect: Shake to create a water bomb, the hardness of which depends on the level of emotion.]
[Missing: A mad stranger, while plundering a workshop, encountered a demon called "Self-Deception." The madness that attracted the demon stemmed from the truth he heard in Bize.]
“…”
Chu Hengkong pondered. Even a newcomer like him could tell this was an appraisal of a relic. Compared to Mrs. Ansa's simple explanation, this book's appraisal included the terms "origin" and "longing." Senluo Secret Realm seemed to be the area where Huilong City was located, and longing seemed to refer to the experiences of the original owner.
He picked up the sticker and shook it. A transparent "stone" appeared in front of the blue sticker. It was the water bullet that matched the description. The effect seemed fine, but as for the rest...
Just try it and you’ll know.
Chu Hengkong flipped to the next page and placed the charging bracelet on the blank page. This time, he saw with his own eyes the silver liquid seeping out from the page, forming new words. At this moment, his tentacles felt dry. As the words grew, the slime at the front somehow became less.
...Could this tentacle be a "pen" for writing?!
Chu Hengkong had a strange look on his face and tried his best to restrain his imagination. At this time, the new appraisal document was already completed.
[Bracelet-Type Basic Relic - Charge]
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[Origin: Shura Island-Thousand Sun City]
[Missing: Hugos is possessed by the demon of impatience. He was so anxious to claim the bracelet for the quest that he forgot to read the appraisal document from the workshop owner.]
The original content is the same as Mrs. Ansah's appraisal, but the new entry provides more interesting information. Hugos came to cause trouble on a mission, and he doesn't use the bracelet because of the influence of the Devil of Eagerness... He's a complete idiot who throws it away after using it. No wonder the "workshop owner" only gave him one relic.
Chu Hengkong looked at the pages of the book and the bracelet. He was too lazy to think about the principles of identification - there were so many outrageous things in this world - and was thinking about how to use it.
First, he no longer had to go to the workshop for appraisal. Second, assuming the Silver-Eyed Book's appraisal was genuine, he would be able to obtain "information" about the relic's previous owner. Intelligence was always valuable; these memories provided the previous owner's reasons for action and some unknown relationships. Now that he wanted to catch a wanted criminal, how should he use this book...
Chu Hengkong stared at the silver eyes on the cover for a few seconds, a smile forming on his lips. He had a brilliant idea.
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The next day, early morning.
"Captain Huaisu, are there many unsolved cases in Huilong City?"
"Nonsense, every city has a lot of these kinds of bad debts... Why are you asking this?"
The killer held the large book between his legs and smiled brightly, "I want to see the evidence library of the Resurrection Unit."
(End of this chapter)
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