Chapter 43: Is it fun to earn money with blood? (21) Although dying...
That was a complete lung.
It was clearly still fresh. Even someone with no knowledge of human organs could tell that its skin was still shiny, its texture was clear, and the broken blood vessels were faintly visible...
It's Gesan's lungs.
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In the public restroom on the 21st floor of the club, the duo of one person and two fairies didn't quite understand how Si Ling was going to "play the long game" to catch a big fish, but they felt pretty good knowing that the Tunba family was going to be in big trouble.
Bai Ma, wearing a long dress, always maintains an elegant and dignified demeanor at gatherings like this, but now, relying on the sleight of hand to hide her figure, she completely relaxed and sat cross-legged on the ground next to the sink.
Seeing that she had nothing to do, Si Ling started chatting with her about gossip. He first asked her about the twin sisters, and then asked her what kind of conflict she had with her family, which had reached the point where she wanted to destroy her entire family.
Bai Ma glanced at her and said, "It's a long story. Once you succeed in your mission, I'll tell you more."
All right.
Si Ling had nothing to say.
She could see that not only was she suspicious of Bai Ma, but Bai Ma also didn't trust her completely. But this was perfectly normal. Bai Ma was born into such a complicated family, and she was a ten-thousand-year-old evil spirit. It would be strange for her to trust him so easily.
Si Ling interrupted the topic, and his Qi flowed towards the bathroom ceiling, then he took a look at the lounge on the second floor.
Over the past hour, as the banquet progressed, more and more people left the main venue and went to the lounge and bathroom to adjust their state.
The strange rules of these two places are also constantly in effect. The ordinary rooms of the three parties have become like assembly line workshops at this time. With the entry of raw materials, contaminated people are continuously produced.
However, this kind of "assembly line" will always be interrupted. Si Ling can only hope that it will be interrupted later and cannot expect it to continue running.
After about twenty minutes, the time came for the assembly line to be interrupted.
——In the lounge on the 22nd floor, two monks, who had the same high IQ as Bai Ma, accurately understood the logic of the rules and left the lounge unharmed.
The mechanism of the ghost story scroll is fair, and everything is normal for those who are not contaminated. After breathing a sigh of relief, the two immediately rushed back to the main venue, rushed to the main table without hesitation, and informed Gongbu himself of the news directly.
Gongbu, who is over 90 years old, is already very old. His arms exposed from his monk's robe are so thin that veins are bulging. However, thanks to his cultivation and wealth, this skinny old man is still in good health.
Although the two monks who were familiar with the ghost story were young, they were both people that Gongbu trusted. They knew very well that what had just happened would cause panic among the participants. After walking to Gongbu's side, they bent down, carefully lowered their voices, and told him what had happened in a few words.
Gongbu was startled and turned to look at them. His eyes were bright and powerful, which was totally unlike that of an old man of his age.
"What?!" His English pronunciation was clear and clear, and he didn't sound like a monk from that plateau at all.
The people sitting on either side of Gongbu's seat all looked towards him because of his intense reaction. Among them were Baima and Ngawang's mother, Dawa. She was about to ask Gongbu what happened, but Gongbu had already calmed down, coughed lightly, and said calmly, "I'll go out and take a look."
After he finished speaking, he stood up and followed the two disciples out of the main banquet hall and headed to the lounge.
The NPC that Si Ling had placed with paper figures had immediately informed Si Ling of the news that someone had passed the level perfectly. Before Gongbu arrived at the lounge, Si Ling, Azhu, Xuan Chi, and one person and two immortals from Bai Ma had all arrived first.
When Gongbu walked to the door of the east lounge, there were several guests greeting each other at the door. Without exception, they came from the political and business circles and were good at flattering each other about business.
Suddenly, they saw Gongbu walking towards this side. Several people looked at him with their signature smiles on their faces, and greeted him respectfully with their hands clasped together.
"You go back first." Gongbu spoke without waiting for them to speak.
The stiff tone startled the others. One of them was a middle-aged man from the royal family of the Corrupt Kingdom who wanted to ask Gongbu what happened, but his friends stopped him and pulled him away without saying a word.
"Mr. Gongbu is a little strange." The middle-aged man returned to the main banquet hall and kept turning his head to look outside. His friend looked at him with disdain: "Yeah, none of us have seen Mr. Gongbu like this - so, it is necessary to turn a blind eye appropriately, don't you think?"
The middle-aged man didn't speak.
He understood his friend's perspective on this statement—for a well-educated gentleman, this kind of emotional intelligence to avoid embarrassment was a basic quality. In the past, he would have immediately chosen to remain silent, but...
Just today, he witnessed a more powerful force, more powerful than the corrupt royal family he was familiar with and more powerful than Gongbu, a power that was worth him sacrificing everything for.
He didn't want to cause any embarrassment, but he was worried that Gongbu might notice something.
The man stared at the door of the main banquet hall, a stern look in his eyes.
Soon, unusual movements occurred in the lounges on both sides of the main venue. Gongbu's disciples began to disperse the crowd, asking everyone to return to the main banquet hall and not use the lounges for the time being. The explanation they gave was simply: "Gongbu Zhuqin① is not feeling well and needs to rest in the lounge."
This statement inevitably caused dissatisfaction among some people, because it seemed very overbearing - the two lounges were separated by the main banquet hall and were two completely independent spaces. Even if Gongbu needed to rest, there was no reason for him to occupy both lounges.
Given that Gongbu has always presented itself as a kind and friendly person, this approach somewhat subverts its image.
However, everyone accepted this explanation. On the one hand, this was the manor of the Tumba family, and it was not excessive for the supreme head of the Tumba family to use the lounge in the manor. On the other hand, Gongbu was over ninety years old after all. No matter how high his cultivation was, even if he was over ninety years old, he was already an absolutely old man among humans. Even if it was just out of tolerance for the elderly, it was difficult for everyone to argue with him about this matter.
So it only took three or four minutes for everyone to return to the main banquet hall, and the three doors outside the main conference hall and the two lounges became quiet.
Gongbu waited silently, then withdrew his gaze after watching the last person walk into the main banquet hall. He looked at the lounge with the open door in front of him, but did not go in directly. Instead, he clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and recited a series of complicated scriptures.
When he opened his eyes, the scene he saw was still the lounge, but with the door as the dividing line, there was a layer of misty black fog in the room, covering every corner.
"What evil spirit is causing this trouble?" Gongbu murmured.
His eyes, which once shone with brilliance, narrowed into a narrow shape as he stared sinisterly at the room. Although there was a hint of worry in his eyes, what was more obvious was greed.
Si Ling stood three meters in front of him and looked at him. Looking at the meaning in his eyes, she knew that he did not see her, but was aware of her existence, or at least aware of the existence of the strange talk about rules.
The greed in his eyes made her feel uncomfortable. Then she thought of Baima's words and understood what Gongbu wanted.
...Want to refine her?
She also narrowed her eyes and looked at Gongbu with interest.
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In the big villa a few hundred meters away, the battle between humans and ghosts has become fierce.
The lights on the first floor of the villa were on. Gesang's disemboweled body was placed near the center of the living room, but scattered bloodstains could be seen in other places, making it difficult to tell whether they belonged to Gesang or someone else.
The situation on the second floor was even more tragic. There was an area in the corridor that was completely stained red with blood from the ground to the wall. If it weren't for the blood splattered around the edges, it would look like a sudden patch of red paint had been applied there.
A corpse was lying not far from the bloodstain, and two others were in different rooms. One of them was frightened to death in front of the piano, his eyes were still wide open, and his eyeballs seemed to be about to fall out; the other was next to him, strangled to death by a hemp rope hanging from the ceiling... His eyeballs had really fallen out, and were connected by something that was not sure whether it was a vein or a blood vessel, swaying slowly with the night wind blowing in through the broken window.
There was another corpse on the spiral staircase leading from the second floor to the third floor. The body's carotid artery was bitten after its SAN value dropped completely, and the blood spurting out was splattered on the ceiling like stars.
Calculated in this way, the number of corpses actually does not match the number of disciples Aji brought with him, but now in the spacious activity room on the third floor, only Aji is confronting Elizabeth, because the two missing disciples were torn to pieces by Fredis after their SAN values were lost, and Fredis herself is nowhere to be found.
The air was filled with the smell of blood, mixed with an indescribable scent that might have come from some evil.
It was a truly nauseating smell, but Ah Ji couldn't care less about it right now. His eyes were bloodshot with anger, his vertical green pupils practically oozing fire.
Three meters away from him, the barrier triggered by the spell formed a thin film with a black and green luster. Elizabeth was isolated outside and stared at Aji who was at the center of the circle.
They seemed to be in a stalemate. Aji couldn't deal with Elizabeth, but Elizabeth also couldn't do anything to Aji who was hiding in the barrier.
——At least that’s what Aji himself thinks.
About seventy or eighty meters behind the villa, a charred figure disappeared into the night and quickly approached the magnificent temple.
From the moment it was built, this modest temple held a crucial position: the only temple on the Thumpa estate, it was visited not only by visiting believers but also by members of the Thumpa family who lived there. Gongbu would occasionally hold religious ceremonies there, each of which was lavishly presented, with only a handful of dignitaries recognized by the Thumpa family allowed to attend—of course, even with this high recognition, each of them still had to pay a staggering amount of incense money.
But Fredis didn't know these details.
What she cared more about was another "status" of the temple: after this mission began, it was occupied by Eastern ghosts and monsters, and became a regular weird story.
For most of the day, people had been coming in and out of the temple. Although there were very few deaths and Fredis didn't care much about it, Elizabeth was almost furious!
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The author has something to say: [Notes]
① [Gongbu Zhuqin] Zhuqin is not a name, but a respectful title. It roughly means a powerful person with great cultivation.
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