Ten minutes ago——

Chen Huai'an watched Luo Haisheng's body dry up into a skeleton in the morning light.

He reached out and took the cigarette butt out of the skull's mouth.

"I hate people like you the most." Chen Huai'an stared at the hollow eye sockets of the beard and muttered to himself: "Always yelling about protection and redemption, doing those self-touching things. Who will care about you? How long can your name be remembered? People should think about themselves. If they don't, they will be punished by heaven and earth. Now you are gone."

"You're just a fucking gambler." He suddenly sneered at the nutrient storage room with the remaining ashes, "You want to use yourself as a bargaining chip to exchange for my life? Have you asked me if I'm willing to take this game?"

The smell of disinfectant was mixed with the hallucinatory smell of tobacco.

Chen Huaian clenched the biological cang's hanging arm tightly, and electric arcs flowed between his knuckles: "You still said that I would worship you as my godson... Now I can't even find your corpse when I want to burn incense for you!"

The dissection table was littered with Luo Haisheng's ashes and analysis reports.

He grabbed the culture dish beside him and slapped the dark red dragon cell sample onto the glass. The sticky tissue fluid meandered down along the rain-like pattern, reflecting his lightning-like eyes.

"You risked your life to give me activated cancer cells, and now you're playing Russian roulette with the dragon scum."

Chen Huai'an rested his forehead against the cold glass, his eyes red and his teeth gnashing:

"Do you know what's the most ironic thing? It's fine if you stuff it in, but why do you have to add some private stuff in it? When these activated cells devour the dragon cells, they will also play the radio waves of you humming a tune while smoking - you are actually singing "Sweet Honey" in my little brain!"

Lightning streaked across the night sky.

The dragon cells in the culture dish multiplied wildly.

But when it touched Chen Huai'an's finger, it instantly turned into ashes.

He stared at the embers floating between his fingers.

In a trance, I saw Luo Haisheng's temple being pierced by a nerve probe at the last moment.

Chen Huai'an calmed down and put a diamond-shaped crystal next to the biological warehouse into his bag. According to Xiang Xiaoyuan, the biological tissue in the crystal carried part of Luo Haisheng's stripped consciousness.

It is impossible to determine whether these ideas are effective.

So this crystal can be considered a hope.

As the spiritual revival continues, there may be a way to piece these consciousnesses back together and awaken them in the future.

But not now.

"Don't think you can just let it go like this, Mr. Beard.

I don't owe anyone any favors, nor do I recognize anyone as my godfather.

So, one day, you have to come back to life for me... Come back to life and apologize for the sweetness in my mind! "

He took a last look at the ashes in the biological warehouse.

Turn around and leave.

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Outside the door, Xiang Xiaoyuan's eyes were still red. When she saw Chen Huaian coming out, she quickly wiped the corners of her eyes and handed a badge to Chen Huaian: "Chief Luo made this badge when he first met you. He hopes you can become one of his team members."

Chen Huai'an took the badge. On the front was the word "An" with flying dragons and dancing phoenixes. On the back was the emblem of the Demon Slayers, a sword coming out of a blazing fire. Below it was the number "Zero". This number must have been added to him by Wu Shahui after he became a containment object.

"Thank you." Chen Huaian nodded to Xiaoyuan.

As soon as I turned around, I heard a haughty voice coming from the conference room at the end of the corridor.

This is the Demon Slayer Division.

Who dares to act like a big shot here?

He walked to the door and saw three people sitting opposite Zhao Ying, an old man and two middle-aged men. They were dressed in black and white training clothes, dressed like warriors, but their expressions did not show the humility that warriors should have, but rather arrogance and disdain.

"...Then give us Chen Huai'an. We are very interested in the corpse of this resurrected person. If that doesn't work, you can give us his companion spirit."

Aristocratic family.

Chen Huai'an recognized the identities of these people almost instantly.

With the breathing method, the Demon Slayer Division can be said to be a first-tier force. Those who can be on par with the Demon Slayer Division, or even look down on it, are considered to be from an aristocratic family.

So what if it's from an aristocratic family?

You actually want his companion spirit?

Smile!

"Who said I was a corpse?" He walked in, leaned against the door frame, and stared at the old man: "Old man, it's not easy for you to live to such an old age... Cursing me as a corpse? Do you want to die now?"

"How dare you!" The middle-aged men on both sides of the old man became furious upon hearing this. They rushed towards Chen Huaian from the left and the right. When they got in front of him, they directly attacked with their fingers hooked into a circle, and there was a sound of tiger roaring when they jumped.

"Tiger Fist?" Chen Huai'an sneered, "It's better to ask the sick cat to stretch."

He mobilized his spiritual energy, arcs of electricity flashed from his palms, and he collided head-on with the two men.

Boom——!

With thunder and lightning, there was a loud noise.

The two middle-aged men both flew to the right, rolling on the ground in pain while holding the charred flesh.

Being tempered by the Purple Sky Divine Thunder this time can be considered a blessing in disguise for him.

The single thunder spirit root in the body unexpectedly transformed into a single purple yang thunder spirit root.

Before, the thunder spirit energy would not have much effect on his every move, after all, he was just a Qi cultivator, but now it was different, any attack phase of his that was connected with the spirit energy would be contaminated by the purple sun thunder energy, this thunder energy was powerful, with paralysis and explosion effects, especially it had a strong restraining effect on evil spirits.

He was in a bad mood to begin with.

This noble family just happened to run into the muzzle of his gun.

"Are you Chen Huaian?" The old man's face froze for a moment when he saw his subordinate being beaten, but soon he smiled again and said amiably, "I'm sorry, Mr. Chen. The corpse king Di Jiang is very fierce. I thought no one could survive him. Now that I see you, I know what it means to be a hero at a young age... Why don't you come to my Lin's as a guest official? We have much more resources than the Demon Slayer Division."

Nowadays, mysterious forces such as Kunlun Fairy Palace and the Great Leiyin Temple have emerged one after another, recruiting talented disciples from all over the world. These are all great opportunities.

If any noble family could produce a genius that was favored by these mysterious forces, it would be like a rocket to heaven!

Chen Huai'an is undoubtedly a genius.

No matter what abilities he has.

It was enough that he managed to kill the Corpse King Di Jiang and survived in the end.

Before, he was the companion spirit of the greedy Chen Huai'an.

Now that they found out that Chen Huaian is still alive, the target fell on Chen Huaian.

Zhao Yinghe stood at the door and looked at Chen Huaian nervously, holding his breath.

They were really afraid that Chen Huai'an would agree.

The Demon Slaying Division of Province C suffered heavy losses. Without a backbone, it would only be a matter of time before the aristocratic families gradually replaced the division and hollowed it out.

Chen Huaian stared at the old man for a while and curled the corners of his mouth.

"So, do you have money?"

"Money?" The old man was stunned, slapped his legs and laughed: "Yes! How much money does Mr. Chen want?"

Chen Huai'an hesitated for a moment, then shyly stretched out ten fingers.

"One hundred thousand?" The old man shook his head and laughed, "Mr. Chen, do you think highly of our Lin family? Today I will give Mr. Chen one million!"

"No, no, no."

Chen Huai'an smiled kindly, showing his big white teeth and said happily:

"You are wrong, old man...

I want one hundred million!"

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