Chapter 114 Madman!
Si Cang stood up and pulled Duan Anluo up: "Let's go."
Duan Anluo followed suit and asked, "Where are you going?"
The president was still struggling, his brows knitted tightly: "But someone has to go to the sealed place. If Si Cang doesn't go..."
Assistant Fang suddenly spoke, his tone calm but getting to the point: "President, do you really treat each of us as your own children?"
The president was startled and almost blurted out: "Isn't it? I am the president."
"If that's true," Assistant Fang stared at him, "could you be a little fair?"
"What's the meaning?"
Duan Anluo, who had already reached the door, suddenly stopped, sneered, and turned to look at the president. "Si Cang is like the eldest son of this family, capable and reliable, so you've long been accustomed to it. If there's danger, Si Cang will take the lead. If he can handle it, then he should. You know he won't die, at most he'll be injured and he'll be fine after recuperation."
He paused, his tone becoming grave, "But have you ever thought that he is also a human being, and he will feel pain too?"
The president was completely stunned. He opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word. He had never considered it from this perspective. He just wanted more people to survive, to let those who were capable move forward. What was wrong with that?
Assistant Fang reminded him, "See, I told you long ago that this wouldn't work, but you wouldn't listen, and the family members are no longer happy with it."
Duan Anluo asked in return: "Without Si Cang, will people in this world cease to live? Will this war cease to be fought? Are you just waiting to die?"
President: “…”
Duan Anluo said angrily, "Just use the hot weapons. If anyone dares to come out and do something like that, we'll blow up their home. Let's see who dares to die."
The president was shocked by Duan Anluo's momentum. He said in a low voice with a bitter face, "I'm afraid the noise will be too loud and cause panic."
Duan Anluo became even angrier. "What about when the secret can no longer be concealed? Are we going to let the cultivators sacrifice their lives just to avoid causing panic? Why can't we use firearms? Panic, panic, fear of panic every day. They're afraid, but am I not?"
He held Si Cang's hand tightly. "Missiles, artillery bombardments, white phosphorus washing, tanks charging, drones, robot dogs, which one is not stronger than humans? Isn't this the high-tech era? Why can't spiritual energy be poured into artillery shells? If you don't have it, go make it. If you can't make it, apply for it, ask the higher-ups for it! If you don't tell them, how will the higher-ups know what situation you are facing? Aren't you the president? Don't you want to protect everyone in the guild? Throw your old face away, I don't believe I can't get it!"
The president was left speechless by Duan Anluo's questions. He had a bitter face and couldn't say a word.
"Our nation has fought its way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood since ancient times. Our civilization has continued to this day, and we are the only one left in the world. You think ordinary people are too fragile. You underestimate the bloodiness and strength in the bones of the Daxia nation. You protect everyone under your wings like an old hen... President, you are looking down on them!" After Duan Anluo finished speaking, he pulled Si Cang away.
His irritable voice echoed from the corridor, "In the past, with this kind of ability, all three tribes would have moved him!"
The president was completely dumbfounded.
Assistant Fang first forcefully changed the order.
He was scolded harshly by Duan Anluo again.
He blinked blankly. That wasn't right. Was today his personal review meeting?
"No, why is this kid so murderous? That news you two made up, can't it be true? He really is from the past..."
"What do you mean by people from the past?" Assistant Fang consoled him, "You're overthinking it. The news we fabricated is fake news. It's a lie."
"But he said to exile my three tribes..."
"Oh, he's really into the role. Look, he's acting so convincingly!" Assistant Fang said as he walked towards the door. "President, please reflect on this. I think Duan Anluo is right. My master asked me to come over."
After saying that, he quickly walked out of the office, closed the door, and then ran away.
The president took a deep breath and scratched his head. "Can't you just talk it out nicely? He's not unreasonable! What the hell are these two young men saying to you? They're so rude!"
The president thought about it and laughed in anger. He should be happy that the young man was more capable and more comprehensive than him.
Duan Anluo was right, he was too dependent on Si Cang and the others.
Before he abdicates, he must find a way to arm these children.
He will only feel at ease when he abdicates and hands the guild over to young people.
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Assistant Fang pushed open the door of a quiet room and lay down at the doorway to observe for a while. Before he could speak, he heard the old Taoist sitting on the cushion in meditation ask, "Yanzhou, why don't you come in?"
Assistant Fang pushed the door open with a smile and called out, "Master."
The old Taoist opened his eyes and glanced at him. "According to seniority, he is also half your senior brother, and you are bullying him together with others."
Assistant Fang laughed and said, "Isn't this just a matter of catching up? Have we caught up?"
This old Taoist is Master Zhou, whom Si Cang brought Duan Anluo to see, and he is also Assistant Fang's master.
In order to allow Assistant Fang, who was unable to practice cultivation, to participate in the election of the president, Si Cang found him a master of seniority to support him and cultivate the mind of Taoism.
At Master Zhou's age, his mentality had long since transcended nature. Seeing that Assistant Fang was a very smart person, he liked him very much and happily accepted him.
As the last disciple, and with such a huge age difference between them, Taoist Zhou dotes on this little disciple the most.
"Go ahead, what do you want to ask?"
Assistant Fang sat cross-legged on the futon. "I didn't want to ask, but I'm just feeling uneasy. Duan Anluo said something was going to happen, and I'm a little worried now."
Taoist Zhou raised his lips and said, "Don't worry, as long as your friend is alive, the world will not be in chaos. Si Cang is protecting the people right now. You are doing the right thing."
"Team Leader Si protects the people?" Assistant Fang held his chin with one hand, his eyes brightening. "You mean..."
Taoist Zhou interrupted him: "The secret of heaven cannot be revealed, so stop talking. I still want to live a few more years."
Assistant Fang smiled and said, "Master, I understand. You don't need to say more."
After leaving, Assistant Fang secretly took the president's command and said, "Sorry, president, I'll use it for a while and return it to you later."
He directly issued a secret order in the name of the president: "God-killing team, all of you return to the team."
Si Cang parked the car in front of the guild gate. Duan Anluo tilted his head slightly and asked, "Where are we going?"
Si Cang didn't answer, but turned his head and looked at him deeply.
Duan Anluo felt a little uncomfortable being stared at: "What's wrong?"
Si Cang suddenly unbuckled his seat belt, leaned closer, and kissed her without warning.
"Ugh!" Duan Anluo was caught off guard and hurriedly raised his hand to push him, "Are you crazy? In broad daylight, you...you..."
His whole face quickly turned red, almost bleeding, so indecent!
Si Cang clasped his hand behind his head and said in a low voice, "Don't move."
He kissed her again, this time even deeper, not allowing Duan Anluo to refuse.
At this moment, a cold, sticky, and tyrannical gaze suddenly pierced over, nailing the two of them like a solid substance.
Si Cang suddenly raised his head, his eyes as sharp as knives, and instantly locked onto the rooftop of a tall building in the distance.
Without the slightest hesitation, he locked onto the prying spiritual power with his powerful and condensed soul force, and then crashed back without reservation!
An invisible roar seemed to sound in the air. After a short and intense confrontation, the two souls separated in an instant, and their faces turned pale.
Duan Anluo asked nervously, "Are you okay?"
Si Cang slowly raised his eyes, a cold arc appeared on the corner of his lips: "The aura of the one I fought in the cave is exactly the same."
His voice paused slightly, then deepened, "Last time it was just a clone, this time it's the real one."
The opponent's strength was actually comparable to his. Si Cang's eyes lit up with a long-lost excitement. He hadn't encountered such an opponent in a long time.
There were people coming and going nearby, and he couldn't let the other party start a fight here. Duan Anluo's face darkened, "I'll lead him away."
Si Cang held him down: "He will come down by himself, don't worry."
Sure enough, after a moment, a figure slowly came to the side of the car. It was the young man in the wheelchair.
He raised his head, smiled slightly, and looked through the car window at Duan Anluo sitting there. His voice came through the glass clearly: "Duan Anluo, we meet again."
Duan Anluo was a little surprised, but also felt it was reasonable, "It's you!"
He said that it was impossible for a person's aura to be so clean. If it were too clean, it would be abnormal.
The young man raised his pale, almost transparent hand and slowly took off a ring. Instantly, a mixture of demonic energy, devilish energy, and some foul, evil spirit surged out.
He murmured softly, as if sharing a secret: "It's normal that you don't recognize me now that I've become like this. Unfortunately, I can't go back."
Behind him, a huge, twisted black shadow vaguely emerged, like countless chaotic and violent spirits entangled, howling, and merging together in pain. It was his real body, so huge that it distorted the surrounding light and made it impossible to see its true appearance.
Duan An concentrated his mind and finally caught a very familiar wave from the chaotic violence. His pupils shrank slightly: "...Are you Xiao Hei?"
When the young man heard this long-lost name, his eyes widened, and a complex look of ecstasy and resentment suddenly burst out in his eyes, "It's really you! You're really not dead?!"
He suddenly threw his head back and laughed shrilly, "Hahahaha... you're not dead! Then all these years I've been searching for you... what's the point? What's the point?!"
The laughter stopped abruptly, and he stared at Duan Anluo intently, his eyes red, revealing a bone-chilling resentment and unwillingness that almost overflowed from his eyes. It was as if he was questioning Duan Anluo, and as if he was questioning himself.
Duan Anluo's face turned cold, he couldn't believe that such a poor little dog demon had turned into this.
Many years ago, on a snowy day, he found a three-eyed little demon dog at the foot of a mountain. Abandoned at birth, it was covered in wounds and nearly dead. In a moment of pity, he took it home as if it were just another puppy and raised it in the back of the mountain.
The little thing was not sociable and stared at all creatures gloomily. Duan Anluo felt that it was too murderous, so he took it to the Buddhist temple to listen to sutras, and he listened for several years.
Gradually, the little thing looked much more normal and was no longer hostile to other creatures. It squatted in front of the mountain gate every day, waiting for him to come back.
Duan Anluo thought that after his death, a small demon like him would simply leave the mountain gate. After the spiritual energy disappeared, such a small demon might not survive. He didn't expect that after five hundred years, he could become so powerful.
"No," Duan Anluo immediately denied, "You are not entirely it, there is also... Zhu Chuan?!"
Zhu Chuan was his servant, who grew up with him and was loyal to him.
It was Zhu Chuan who was taking care of the small immortals and animals in the back mountain. Duan Anluo sensed a trace of Zhu Chuan's soul power and pushed open the car door angrily, "You actually ate Zhu Chuan!"
Si Cang pulled Duan Anluo back. Duan Anluo gritted his teeth and glared at the beast opposite him angrily, "Zhu Chuan feeds you three meals a day and accompanies you every day, and you actually ate him!"
The young man saw his anger and a sickly red flush appeared on his face. He narrowed his eyes in pleasure and licked his sharp fangs with the tip of his tongue. "No, he was willing to be eaten by me. Your loyal servant was so obsessed with finding you that his bones ached at the thought. And I can fulfill his wish."
He seemed to particularly enjoy seeing Duan Anluo angry. His slow tone deliberately struck Duan Anluo's heart, deliberately hurting him, "Listen, his soul is still in my soul, and he's happy to have found you."
"You beast!"
"Hehehe," Duan Anluo became more excited as he got angrier. His body swayed slightly in the wheelchair, and then he put the ring back on his finger, his aura hidden once again. "Come with me. You don't dare to do anything here. There are so many ordinary people here. You don't want them to become my food, do you? Their screams are actually very pleasant to hear. If you want to hear them, I don't mind slaughtering everyone around."
Duan Anluo was furious. He clenched his fists tightly, digging his palms with his nails. The stinging pain forced him to calm down, "I shouldn't have saved you!"
The young man laughed sarcastically, "Human souls and resentment are nourishment to me. When the spiritual energy disappeared, other demons fell into a deep sleep, but I didn't. The souls that died in the war and their overwhelming resentment have turned me into what I am now."
He took a deep breath, revealing an intoxicated expression. "When I see humans, I can't help but want to tear them apart, hear their screams, and then swallow that warm thing."
"Kill them!" Duan Anluo was not afraid at all. "If you dare to do that, I will kill you. At worst, I will let you be buried with them!"
"You risked your life to save them," the young man tilted his head, imitating the innocent yet twisted gesture of the little dog demon from years ago. "Are you willing to let them die now? You won't die again for them, will you?"
Duan Anluo was so angry that his heart ached. No wonder God sent him here. His small act of kindness at that time actually left such a hidden danger.
Si Cang suddenly said, "He just can't bear to leave me now. You might as well kill me instead of killing them."
These words lit a fuse, and the young man's aura suddenly became chaotic. His eyes were red, and the ring on his finger vibrated violently, humming non-stop! He roared in a tearing voice, "Are you forcing me to do it?"
Si Cang laughed and touched Duan Anluo's head soothingly. With this simple action, Duan Anluo's anger disappeared and he calmed down.
Si Cang raised his eyebrows provocatively, "If you want to talk, just come over here. Don't talk nonsense."
After saying that, he drove away.
The young man tried to take action, but his knuckles made a teeth-grinding "crackling" sound from the force, and the wheelchair armrest twisted and deformed under his palms.
Seeing this, the butler's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat. He lowered his voice to a very low level with an imperceptible tremor: "Master, calm down, look around!"
On the rooftops of several small buildings around, several figures appeared quietly and without anyone noticing.
Bai Ziyue looked like a snow leopard ready to pounce, squatting on the railing. His white hair was eye-catching, and he looked less nonchalant than usual. His expression was particularly cold at this moment.
Ling Feng was dressed in black, standing on the roof with his hands folded. His face remained expressionless, but the murderous aura in him suddenly surged the moment their eyes met.
On the other side, a young, handsome monk in a white tracksuit, with a broad smile, appeared to be benevolent. However, anyone who had witnessed his actions knew that he was a demon monk who never left anyone alive during his missions.
Three people, three directions, stuck right where their people were hiding.
The housekeeper felt miserable. They should have been like poisonous snakes lurking in the dark, and should not have exposed their fangs so quickly. But as soon as the master saw Duan Anluo, the boiling murderous intent and madness could not be controlled at all!
Besides, now is not the time to pick. There are eight people in the God-killing Squad, including the captain Si Cang, so there are four of them here.
Si Cang alone is difficult enough to deal with, how can we fight him with these three people added to the mix?
Several top fighters trained by the organization are currently carrying out missions in other places. Even if they rush back immediately after receiving the notice, it will take at least two days.
If they take action now, they will not have the advantage.
Their people may not be able to stop these three evil stars, not to mention, there is also Duan Anluo, who is unpredictable and has made his master deeply obsessed!
He had no choice but to bite the bullet, his voice almost pleading: "Master, let's take a long-term view. They don't dare to take action in the busy city right now."
The young man tightly grasped the twisted armrest, his chest heaving violently like a ferocious beast forcibly put in shackles.
He suddenly turned his head to look at the butler, and his eyes were so sinister and crazy that the butler lost his voice instantly.
Finally, he squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, with extreme resentment and unwillingness: "Follow him."
Si Cang didn't stop the car until they reached the outskirts of the city. This place wasn't a good option, as cars would occasionally pass by. The best place would be a deserted mountain, but now the situation was urgent and there was no other way but to stay here.
Duan Anluo had drawn countless talismans on the car. After parking, the talismans disappeared into the void, instantly isolating and blocking the aura of the surrounding space.
Seeing his skillful and swift arrangement, the muscles on the young man's face twitched, and he slowly forced out a seemingly peaceful smile, "I never thought that one day you would use these things on me."
His tone softened strangely, with a twisted, forced intimacy. "Let me formally introduce myself again. My name is Xiang Wenshu, named after the parents who gave birth to this physical body of mine. Mr. Duan," he slowly took out his phone, a gentle smile on his pale, sickly face. "How about we add each other as friends? I'll show you something interesting."
Duan Anluo really wanted to spit in his face and say, "Your uncle's name! Are you sick?!"
No wonder the other party was no different from an ordinary person after hiding his aura. He was actually reincarnated and possessed a real human identity!
Xiang Wenshu seemed not to notice his disgust. He tapped the phone screen lightly with his fingertips and urged, "Add it. I'll show you something good."
His eyes were filled with bloodthirsty excitement. "I've left a lot of gifts deep in the mountains. I want to share them with you."
He clicked on a video: In a deep and dim cave, countless huge glass containers were arranged in a grim array, filled with countless twisted human and animal bodies, and surrounded by resentment that was almost condensed into substance.
He is using resentment to create a large number of monsters that are neither human, ghost, nor demon!
"Add me as a friend, and I'll send you the video," he said cheerfully, as if sharing a travel photo. "So you can let those losers in the guild analyze it carefully and guess where this wonderful place is."
He tilted his head, his eyes filled with playful anticipation.
Duan Anluo felt a chill running down his spine, and he just wanted to beat him to death right away. "No! Whoever wants to die can die!"
He was so angry that his whole body was shaking. This bastard is crazy!
Xiang Wenshu felt better when he saw him angry. "A strand of my soul has already been separated and stored in it." He whispered, "If I die, the gate over there will be completely out of control. The 30 million people in the nearby city will all be buried with me. These monsters will only have the instinct to kill. As long as they kill, I will absorb the resentment of mankind and I will survive."
"You're crazy!"
"I've always had evil thoughts about the world." He looked at Duan Anluo. "I've been reincarnated three times, and I've always been through this. It was you who saved me, taught me, and told me there was still a good side to the world. I believed it, and I began to accept this world. I put on a dog skin for you and learned to practice under the Bodhi tree, but you disappeared!"
His voice trailed off. "I've searched for you for centuries, even scoured the entire River of Forgetfulness, but I haven't found a single ray of your soul! This world has become meaningless again. If I don't think about killing people, what else can I do? It's too boring."
He changed the subject: "Duan Anluo, come with me. If you persuade me once more, I won't release these things. How about that?"
Duan Anluo was so angry that his face turned red: "You are dreaming!"
"Then let ordinary people die."
Duan Anluo took a deep breath and suddenly pointed at Si Cang: "How about this, you fight him. If you win, I'll go with you. If you lose, he'll capture you."
Xiang Wenshu was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing: "Impossible, why should I fight?"
"You don't dare?"
"It's not that I don't dare, it's that there's no need." He shook his head. "My strength is similar to his, and you guys are still protecting ordinary people. I have the advantage, so why should I fight him?"
Duan Anluo curled his lips and was secretly annoyed: Don’t be fooled by this bastard.
The other party’s true form is definitely not just a little black dog.
How do you know what he is if you don’t try it?
Si Cang held the knife in front of him and said simply: "I'm married, he loves me, and we've slept together."
Xiang Wenshu's eyes turned cold instantly, and he squeezed out three words from between his teeth: "You're looking for death!!!"
Duan Anluo: “…”
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Si Cang: You talk for a long time, but it's not as good as mine. [Dog head holding a rose]
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